Ok, I'm following up to finish my last entry...I left it hanging, I know. I guess I was hoping that someone would ask what happened, or what was I feeling, or what was the point? Maybe I'm not doing very well writing this...
So I was standing there at the bottom of the stairs in my T shirt and nothing else, with my oldest and two of his friends staring at me, speechless for a moment...I was speechless too, for a number of reasons...the conservative part of my mind was wondering "how much did they see?" as my T shirt flew around as I ran down the stairs, the part of my mind that is resurfacing, the naughty part of me ( the real me) was acutely aware of how excited I was.
Remember I had been on the computer surfing porn and playing with myself just moments before, and was interrupted by the noise downstairs...I was aware of my nipples rubbing against the fabric of the T...and the jolts of excitement pulsing down to my clit that that caused...I could feel my clit tingling and throbbing...and I also felt that nervousness/breathlessness that I've always felt in sexual situations...and yet I also knew that I was not in that sort of situation...very confusing short circuit in my brain...
Finally my son spoke up and said they were going to the kitchen to eat and sober up...I could see that he was somewhat embarassed by my "performance", but he also had a bit of a smile on his face...his friends were trying hard not to be caught staring...I love that!
I went into the kitchen with them, not wanting to pass up the chance to be stared at some more....
