u/moonshinebria

I had a free afternoon, no dog-walking jobs, apartment quiet as usual. Was on my pajamas and tv on mute, scrolling for a bit before my hand ended up down my shorts like it always does when I have too much time. I was already pretty far gone, fingers slick, legs open, not really paying attention to anything else.

I must not have heard the door. He has a key because he waters my plants when I’m gone overnight sometimes. Next thing I know he’s just standing there in the living room looking at me. I froze with my hand still between my legs. There was this long second where neither of us said anything.

I should’ve pulled my hand away and made a joke or told him to get out. Instead I just stared at him and kept breathing hard. He looked at my face, then down at where my hand was, and asked if I wanted him to leave.

I shook my head.

He walked over slowly, sat on the edge of the couch, and just watched me for a second longer. Then he reached down, moved my hand out of the way, and replaced it with his. His fingers were thicker than mine and he knew what he was doing. He rubbed my clit in tight circles while I stayed spread open for him, too far gone to be embarrassed. When he slid two fingers inside me I moaned out loud and didn’t try to stop it.

He kept his eyes on my face the whole time, working me steady and focused. Every time I got close he slowed down just enough to stretch it out, then picked it back up when I started squirming. I was gripping the couch cushion and pushing against his hand, completely shameless about how much I needed it. When I finally came it was hard enough that my thighs clamped around his wrist and I made this broken sound I didn’t know I could make.

He kept his fingers moving through it until I had to push his hand away because it was too sensitive. Then he just sat there while I caught my breath, my pajamas still pushed aside, the whole room quiet.

He didn’t try to do anything else. Didn’t ask for anything back. Just asked if I was okay, got me a glass of water, and stayed while I fixed my clothes. We ended up talking about normal stuff after like the atmosphere wasn’t still charged. Eventually he left and I stayed on the couch in the same pajamas, staring at the ceiling, feeling how wet I still was.

I keep replaying the exact moment he decided to stay and help instead of leaving. And how little I hesitated once he touched me. Already wondering what happens next time he uses that key. Part of me hopes I get caught again

need to get this off my chest because i still feel messy thinking about it.

i had zero walks yesterday and the apartment was way too quiet. i was parked on the couch in my softest bone pajamas with a cock and the last of the lasagna, half-watching some football highlights that weren't even holding my attention. one second i was scrolling, the next my hand was already down between my legs like it had a mind of its own.

i didn't even bother going to the bedroom. just stayed right there on the couch, legs open, rubbing slow at first then getting greedier. i was so wet it was actually ridiculous. every time i pushed my fingers in i could hear it and that only made me worse. kept the tv on mute so the only sounds were me and the occasional little noise i couldn't swallow back.

i edged myself for a long time, switching between reading random filth posts and just staring at the ceiling while my hand worked. pinched my nipples under my top until they were sore, fucked myself deeper when the pressure built, then backed off right before it got too good. did that over and over until my wrist was tired and my clit was swollen and oversensitive. when i finally let myself cum it hit hard enough that my legs shook and i had to press my face int the couch cushion.

didn't even stop after that. lay there catching my breath for a few minutes, still touching, still wet, and worked myself up again until i came a second time all messy and quiet.

i'm supposed to be the soft baby-faced girl who walks dogs and studies grooming and lives on junk food. but yesterday i was just a desperate little gooner ruining herself on the couch in the middle of the day with no plans and zero shame.

anyone else turn a completely empty afternoon into something this filthy?

I (F18) work as a dog walker. I'd just finished my last walk of the day and was waiting for the bus when one of my regular clients pulled up. Early thirties, the quiet type, always polite. He asked if I wanted a ride home since it was getting late. I said eyes.

I climbed into the passenger seat in my brown top and denim skirt, still warm and a little tired from being outside all afternoon. We talked about nothing important at first. Then the conversation slowed and I noticed the way he kept glancing at my legs. I didn't pull my skirt down. I just let him look.

A few minutes later his hand settled on my thigh. Light at first. When I didn't move away he slid it higher, under the hem of my skirt. I stayed still, pulse picking up, while he kept driving like everything was normal.

His hand moved between my legs. He found I was already wet and made a low sound under his breath. Two fingers pushed inside me slowly while his thumb pressed against my clit. I bit my lip and tried to keep quiet. He didn't rush. He worked his fingers in a steady rhythm, curling them, rubbing, building me up the whole way.

When I started to get close he didn't pull back. He kept the same pace and told me, voice low and calm, to let it happen. I came hard in the passenger seat with my thighs shaking around his hand, trying not to make too much noise. He worked me through it until the last waves faded, then slowly pulled his fingers out and fixed my skirt like nothing had happened.

When we pulled up to my place he just looked at me for a second and said goodnight.

I got out of the car still flushed and sensitive, legs a little unsteady, and walked inside like everything was normal.

I haven't stopped thinking about it since.

Anyone else ever came like this and then had to act completely fine afterward?