When the pandemic first hit, before I moved out of my parents' house, there was a brief period in which my dad's best friend of many years had lost his job and his home. It was incredibly unfortunate and definitely a blow to his morale, so my parents decided it would be alright for him, his wife, and their daughter to move into our spare room temporarily until they could get back on their feet.
With this living arrangement, having seven people in a single family home, it suddenly became very easy to accidentally crowd someone's space. It meant sharing everything: TV time, kitchen space, bathroom counter, the works. For someone hypersexual like me, this also meant having very limited windows in which I could masturbate.
I know what you're thinking: "Oh, just shut your door and be quiet!" Doesn't work for me. I like to be very vocal when I orgasm, not to mention my vibrator sounds like a damn swarm of bees.
Not fun.
Nevertheless, I tried to find time. There were several instances in which I would be so close to finishing and I'd hear a key in the lock, and would have the whole experience ruined.
That is, until about a month in.
I had always noticed that my dad's friend would look at me when I dressed...unbecoming...around the house. I don't necessarily blame him. I have a body that's pretty easy on the eyes. I didn't think much of it at first, but soon realized it presented a really hot opportunity. I decided to test the waters first with an experiment.
One day when he was making dinner, I decided to wander into the kitchen with nothing on but a big T-shirt. I made some small talk and then "decided" that I needed a glass of water. I chose a cabinet that was across the kitchen from where he was standing so he could get a good view, then made a reach for the top shelf for a really specific cup. I'm only 5'1", so it was a significant stretch. Without moving my position, I asked him:
"Hey, can you help me reach this?"
He turned back and saw me. Because of the way I was stretching, it lifted my shirt up way further than it should have been. The shirt now rested on my lower back, fully exposing my huge ass to him. He hesitated for a moment, likely taking in the full moon, then came over to help. He's much taller than me, maybe 6'2"ish, so it would be very easy for him to just reach up and grab it. Instead, he decided to grab me by my hips and push me upward.
Feeling both his hands around my waist, even so briefly, made my pussy quiver. I thought about him not putting me down at all, but instead bringing me right onto his cock from this position.
This is exactly what I thought about when I executed my plan the next day.
The trap was set: his wife was out looking for places to rent, my parents were working, and his daughter was at school. This left only me and him in the house. At just around noon, when he was supposed to be job hunting on his computer, he decided to make lunch. I heard him call out my name and ask me if I wanted anything, but I didn't answer on purpose. Instead, I got into position.
I put my headphones on, unplugged, so I could still hear. Then I got onto my bed, legs open. For this to work I couldn't use my vibrator because I may scare him off preemptively if he decides to be a gentleman, so I went acoustic instead of electric. I then started rubbing my pussy, thinking about yesterday.
I heard him call me again, this time closer. The idea of him walking in on me so soon made me even wetter, and made me rub myself even faster and harder.
He called me a third time, this time surely just outside of my cracked door. It was set up so he could look inside first before he opened it, but that's not what ended up happening. Instead, my door swung open. There was a brief second in which we were in full eye contact with each other, with my fingers still inside me. I made a half-assed attempt to cover myself up while he profusely apologized, explaining that he just wanted to know if I wanted anything to eat. I told him it was definitely okay, and made a joke about how it's so hard to find time alone.
"In fact, this is probably the first time in a while I've gotten close to finishing..." As I said this I slid my comforter down and continued right in front of him. "You're welcome to stay, if you're not too busy in the kitchen" I teased.
Without saying anything, he watched me finished myself off. He stood in the doorway while I fingered myself to orgasm, and having him watch definitely made the process faster. At one point I looked over and focused on his bulge, and that was when I finished.
Definitely the best orgasm I'd had in months, if not the best orgasm of my life. I cleaned up and got dressed with him still standing in shock, then asked:
"So, what were you gonna make?"