Sunday Morning

Dear Diary,

It’s a good thing Megan is a hard sleeper, or I would have never been able to pull off last night. I tired to be good Diary, I really did, but sometimes things just fall into my lap, literally, and I must seize the moment. I did leave the cabin, slipped out the back without letting the boys see, and took a walk to the lake. It was flat and serine in the moonlight. Inviting would have been the perfect word. I slipped out of my clothes and laid them on a rock and waded into the shallows. I had been going to this lake for years, long before Megan and I became friends and I started being invited to her family’s cabin. I knew ever aspect of the water, so I was not afraid to go into it naked at night.

The water was chilly but not cold, having retained much of the previous day’s warmth. I swam out a bit, and just floated on my back, looking up at the expanse of stars and enjoying the muted sounds the water in my ears allowed. After 10 minutes or so, I decided I should be getting back, in case Megan happened to wake up, and wonder where I was. I swam-walked my way back to shore and realized I had not brought a towel with me when I made it back to my clothes. I decided to just hang around and drip dry, letting the night humidity do all the work.

I found a rock which was surrounded my moss and took a seat at the base. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the night. The water gently lapping against the bank, the night birds, the sweet smell of some night-blooming flower. After some time, I ran my hands down my breast, to see if they were dry enough for clothes yet and found my nipples hard. Never one to waste a good hard on, whether on myself or someone else, I plucked at them a bit. I have very sensitive nipples and enjoy playing with them. Other parts of me began to stir and since I was alone, I had thought “why the fuck not?”

I slipped a hand down my stomach and found wetness between my legs, and not all of it, hell, not even half of it, was from the lake. Being nude in nature always gives me a shiver. I parted my legs in the moss and began to rub gently, slowly, just teasing myself. My pussy was warm, inviting, begging for some attention. I could feel that I was still a little sore from Friday night, but sore in a good “I got used” way that I enjoy. I looked down at my body in the moonlight and turned on by my own nakedness, the way my breasts look silvery and full, my skin slowing, my legs strong and spread wide. I slipped a finger inside and was mesmerized by the way my body responded. Closing my eyes, I took my time inserting more fingers, relished in the sensation of stretching myself, feeling the wetness go from a trickle to a flow the more aroused I got. I was lost in my own little world, listening to me breathing as the world around me turned, I was, in fact, so focused on my own pleasure that I failed to hear people approaching.

My breathing increased, and my moaning grew in intensity while my fingers found that delicious spot just inside and up from the opening of my cunt. I was 100% consumed by myself, which made having someone fall into my lap that much more startling. I screamed! It was Megan’s brother, Jackson, followed closely by his friends Harold, Steven, and Ron, that had fallen into my spread legged lap. We were all awkward limbs and muttered apologies while we tried to untangle ourselves from each other. The three other boys just started at my nudity while we struggled. Finally, after we both found our feet, but joined his friends in staring.

Now, Diary, Jackson is a good-looking man, or man-child. What do you call someone that is old enough to vote but not old enough to drink? That weird age that most people are still trying to determine who they are in relation to the new-found freedom from High School and the rest of the world. He is 19, his buddies are all around the same age. I never really had cause to look at Jackson in any other way than my roommate’s younger brother, but I was looking at him then. I don’t know if it was the interruption from masturbating or having a person literally thrown into my lap that go my all riled up.

“Jackson, what are you doing out here?” I asked, oblivious to my own lack of clothing.

“I could ask you the same thing. We wanted to take a walk to the lake and we heard some noises, which I guess was you doing….ummm….yeah.” He turned his head away with embarrassment.

“I came out here for a swim and got lost in the moment while my clothes dried.” I turned to his friends. “Can I help you gentleman with something? You seem to have lost something on my body and are trying to locate it.” I quipped with a smirk. Three heads swiveled away but returned the moment I looked back at Jackson.

“I’m sorry we interrupted you, Sasha. Please don’t tell Megan, she would be pissed that we left the cabin after we had been drinking.”

“I have no intentions of telling her anything. She would be just as pissed at me if she knew I was naked and found playing with myself by her brother and his cronies. Let’s just head back and forget about it, ok?” I made a point to look each of them in the eyes. Then all nodded. I dressed and we all headed back up the trail.

Diary, I really want to tell you that this is where it ended, that I behaved and went back to the shared room with Megan and went to sleep, but I cannot lie to you.

We, as quietly as possibly, returned to the cabin and went our separate ways. I waited down the hall for all the lights to go off and the doors to close before sneaking back out to the couch. I sat down with a heavy sigh and put my hand down my pants. Something had been started out by the water, and I was going to have to finish it before sleep would take me. My wetness returned after the first few clit rubs and soon I had 3 fingers deep and really working myself. I spread my legs wider and thought about removing my pants, but if I was caught, I wanted to be able to explain it away, and bottomless is hard to do. I moaned a little louder than I meant too and bit my lip hard to stifle it.

I was close to coming when I heard a moan that did NOT belong to me. I looked around the darkened room and caught movement by one of the doors. It was Harold, standing in the shadows, with his own hand down his pants. I looked straight at him and continued. I was in no mood to stop and have another orgasm denied me. The door to Harold’s left opened and Steven walked out, without seeing either one of us, and went to the bathroom. I pulled my hand out of my pants and, still making eye contact with Harold, licked my hand clean. He groaned and the motion in his pants doubled in speed. Men are so easy, Diary.

The door to the bathroom opened and the light clicked off and Steven strolled into the living room and saw me on the couch. He stopped and cocked an ear. He must have heard his friend, cause when he turned in that direction, Harold was so startled that he turned to hide in his room but ran into the door instead. I laughed out loud at that before getting a hand over my mouth.

“SSSHHH for fuck’s sake, you will wake the household,” I teased Harold, trying not to laugh.

Steven looked from Harold to me and back again. “What is going on here?”

I giggled, “It would seem that your pal here likes to watch women from the shadows.”

He turned to Harold. “You were spying on her? Wait, what were you doing to make him want to spy on you?” He turned to me and asked/accused.

“Would you like me to show you?” I tease.