I Caught Him Masturbating and Made Him Finish For Me

Everyone talks about the horror of being walked in on. Nobody talks about how thrilling it is to be the one doing the walking in. The day I caught him masturbating, I learned I have a bit of a wicked streak.

Just Returning a Charger

Jake lives across the hall from me. Cute in that rumpled, sleepy eyed way, always holding the elevator, always smelling like clean laundry. Last Tuesday I knocked on his door to return the phone charger he had lent me. The door was ajar, music playing inside, so I pushed it open and called his name.

He was on the couch. Shirtless, sweats pushed down, one hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking slow and steady while porn played on his laptop. He did not hear me at first. I just stood there in his doorway, watching his hand move, watching his face twist with pleasure, and my panties were instantly soaked.

Then he saw me. He froze like a deer in headlights, yanking a cushion over his lap, face flaming red.

"Oh my god. Josie. I am so sorry, the door..."

"Do not stop on my account," I said, closing the door behind me.

Taking Charge

Here is what I did about it. I walked over, moved his laptop aside, and sat in the armchair across from him.

"Show me," I said.

"What? No, I..."

"Jake." I leaned forward, letting him see straight down my top. "You were already enjoying yourself. Do not get shy now. Take the cushion away and finish what you started."

He stared at me for three heartbeats, then slowly moved the cushion. His cock stood up hard and flushed, leaking at the tip. God, he was big.

"That is a good boy," I purred. "Now touch yourself. Slow."

He obeyed, eyes locked on mine. I talked him through it, filthy and soft. I told him how wet I was watching him. I told him to imagine my mouth around him, my tongue circling that leaking tip. His breathing went ragged. When his hand started speeding up, I stopped him.

"Not yet," I whispered. "Beg me."

"Please," he groaned. "Please, Josie, let me come."

"Come for me, then. Right now. Let me watch."

He erupted with a shout, pulsing hard, and I swear I have never seen anything hotter. After, we just laughed, breathless and giddy, and he walked me to my door with the charger I had completely forgotten about.

He knocks on my door a lot more now. Funny how that works.

Have you ever been caught, or done the catching? Call me and tell me your version. I will tell you mine in much filthier detail.