A Very Wet and Horny Memory

OK, so I was in bed the other night trying to get to sleep, but my mind was wandering and worrying and keeping me awake. I don’t know about you, but if I’m a bit restless I’ll touch myself. It helps me settle down and takes my mind off whatever’s going through my head. Of course, it usually turns into a full-on wank, but after I cum I usually have the best night’s sleep – but I’m getting off the point here.

Anyway, as my hand slipped between my legs and my fingers started to wander, I suddenly remembered something that happened to me a few years ago.

I was on a cruise with friends and after watching a show I decided to go back to my cabin quite early. We’d been on board for nearly a week, and we’d been up late every night until then and I just fancied an early one for a change.

Now let me set the scene for you. The cabin was nice, but quite small, which is normal on a cruise ship unless you can afford the big bucks. It had the main bedroom, a small bathroom, and as well as the main door I had another that went into the cabin next door. I assume that you could book the two cabins together as a suite, but I had just the one, and the door was firmly locked.
I had heard the guy next door as it was hard not to. The door was paper thin and had a big gap at the bottom. I knew it was a guy because I could hear him snoring in the night in a very blokey way. It wasn’t ideal but I didn’t mind as up to that point I’d hardly been in, sleep and use the bathroom was about it. All the fun stuff happened on deck with my friends.

So, I was undressing to get ready for bed, and I heard a very gentle bump against the connecting door. I glanced over and I could see a couple of shadows in the gap at the bottom, as if someone was standing there. My mind whirred and I quickly realised he must have been leaning on the door – I assume listening to whatever I was up to. I paused for just a moment, and then carried on getting ready, wandering what he was up to, when it suddenly hit me.
The night before I’d picked up a guy in the disco and he came back to my room. It was a quick shag (love a holiday affair!) and nothing worth writing home about, but bloke next door must have had the benefit of listening to us go at it like rabbits for a while. The dirty bastard must be listening, hoping for a repeat performance.

(At this point in my recollections I was starting to feel properly horny, and my fingers needed a little assistance – I reached into the drawer for my favourite dildo.)

I wasn’t sure what to do for a minute, I was being perved on, and I know I should have banged on the door and told where to go, but I realised I didn’t actually mind. In fact, the only thing I was really thinking was – I wonder if he’s got his cock out?

(As I remembered the moment I also started to think about all your lovely cocks that I get to see day in and day out, that I get to hold, caress, and wank until you shoot your lovely cum for me. I slid the dildo into myself with a sigh as I felt the familiar stretch and slide of my wet pussy.)

With this thought I decided to give us both a bit of fun. I felt naughty and dirty, but was getting incredibly turned on at the prospect of helping this guy with his pervy-ness.

I carried on getting undressed, and made a point of humming to myself, just loudly enough so I was sure he’d hear me. When I took my bra off, I threw it at the door so it hit, and then slid down to floor, just by the gap. I wondered if he’d notice it. I did the same with my knickers, throwing them harder, and was rewarded with what sounded like a gentle sigh, and movement behind the door. I pretended not to notice and climbed, naked, onto the bed. As I settled back onto the pillows I was sideways onto the door and turning my head slightly I saw the shadow under the door disappear, only to be replaced a moment later by a wider darkness and what sounded like him lying down. I quickly looked away, not wanting to see him directly – even though he seemed to be throwing caution to the wind. And as I turned my head I saw the mirror on the back of my outside door, and I could clearly see the reflection of the other door, including the shadow of my neighbour silhouetted at the bottom, looking at me on the bed. He was so focused on my naked body he didn’t notice the mirror, or that I could see him there.

Game on, I thought. I could keep an eye on things while he simply thought I was taking care of myself.

(The memory of that moment had me driving my dildo in deeper and my fingers moving from my nipple to my clit……..)

I watched the mirror as I started to run my fingers along my thighs, around to my tummy, up over my breasts and then through my hair. I caressed myself, teasing and tantalising. My breath changed to gentle moans as I discovered I was getting incredibly turned on at the thought of being watched this way. I love to wank. I always have, ever since I discovered what my clit is for, but this was on another level. I was masturbating, with a stranger, a Peeping Tom. It was just so erotic.

I squeezed both tits, grabbing and kneading them, feeling the wetness grow between my legs, and as I was driving myself crazy, I noticed a movement in the reflection. My knickers were moving slowly, being drawn away under the door. He’d managed to get his fingers under and was stealing them. Oh my god. That’s when my hands started doing their own thing, my right hand diving down between my legs with two fingers delving deep into my pussy. I heard a small gasp for under the door, before he realised his mistake and went silent again.

I didn’t let on I’d heard anything, I just went to town on myself, wanking hard and furiously knowing full well he had my knickers wrapped around his cock, masturbating in time to what he thought was his unsuspecting victim.
(The memory of the feeling was so hot in my mind I pushed the dildo in as deep as I could and worked my clit furiously, driving myself closer and close to the edge……)

Both hands were now between my legs and I started bucking against the bed as two fingers found my G-spot while the other hand furiously played with my clit, thrumming it as fast as I could.

My partner in crime was also clearly getting there and had really thrown caution to the wind. I could hear him gasping just a little too loudly, and I knew he was keeping time with me. His hand tight around his shaft, his pre-cum wetting the fabric of my knickers as he stroked hard and fast, wanting to orgasm with me. Desperate to orgasm with me.

And that thought took me over the edge. I came hard and I came wet, gasping and panting as wave after wave of orgasm swept through me, and wetness and cum poured between my legs. It was soooo good, and so intense. I’d forgotten all about my audience in that moment, and as I finally collapsed back against the pillow and looked in the mirror, I saw the shadow had gone from under the door.

(I was so close but still had to make myself cum, and what did it was the final part of the memory. I noticed my knickers had been pushed back under the door. I leant out of bed to pick them up and they were sopping wet, drenched in what was probably the biggest load of cum I’d ever seen. I thought of all the cum you guys have so freely shared with me and that’s what did it for me the other night. With a last thrust of the dildo I fell over the edge one more time, and straight off to sleep, dildo still happily deep in my pussy.)

Well, that was a treat. Read this my darling, and let me know just how hard you shoot your load for me XX.