My best friend and I had known each other for a very long time (almost 10 years) and just after graduating high school we were hanging out at her place during the summer. She had a pool, and we were tanning outside by the pool in our bikinis - mine was a very skimpy string bikini, talking about our plans when we go to college; unfortunately we were going to different colleges come fall. Her father, who I had a crush on for the longest time, came out to alert us that he was going to make some hamburgers for dinner - his eyes lingered on us for a moment but after our acknowledgement he left to go back inside. She and I continued to talk and nothing more happened until dinner. During dinner I could feel her father’s eyes on me, by that time though, I was wearing appropriate clothing (no bra or panties though) and he didn’t say or act oddly other than the feeling of mine that he was watching.

Later that night my friend and I decided to go to bed, but her father had stayed up to watch some sort of sports game. I dozed off, but woke up later that night thirsty as could be so I got up from my guest mattress and went back out to find a glass of water- what I found was her father masturbating as I turned the corner. I almost let out a gasp but contained myself, and he hadn’t noticed me. I heard the moans from the pornography that he was watching, naturally it was step-dad porn. I focused my eyes on his cock, which was the largest I had seen up to that point… and I felt myself starting to get more than wet enough.

I was wearing those tight spandex shorts and a tank top- and my hand almost instinctively went to my breasts to grasp them, my hard nipples poking through the fabric and I moved one hand up to gently flick one nipple. The other hand, well it made the journey south. I knew that from my little corner I was hiding from I had to be careful not to make too many noises, but when my first finger touched my clit I almost buckled over- gritting my teeth as to not moan too loud and be noticed and surely reprimanded… the thought of being caught only turned me on even more.

I saw his strokes begin to increase as the songs of slapping flesh grew louder from his phone. My hand began to speed up in my pants, but not too much because the noises of wet pussy would almost surely be heard. My best friend’s dad finished all over himself, letting out a gasp and a moan that could have been my name. I, on the other hand, pulled my hand out of my shorts and scurried back to my guest mattress… unsatisfied.

I was still horny, and so under the covers with my bff ten feet away and sleeping I stuck my hand back into my wet shorts and began more obscenely masturbating- sticking two fingers into my pussy and making the come hither motion- my other hand brushed my clit. I rocked my hips back and forth and leaned my head to clench my pillow to prevent myself from moaning far too loud. It was only a short time until I felt my orgasm coming and then… I violently shook with satisfaction thinking of my best friend’s dad’s cum inside my nubile pussy. I looked to my right and saw my friend was still asleep and I fell asleep with a wet patch in my poor nike pro shorts.

I never got water that night, though, unfortunately.