The first rays of morning peeked through the blinds, casting a warm glow across Sarah's bedroom. School was starting soon, but the house was quiet, a perfect cocoon of solitude. She was barely eighteen, a curvy blonde with big tits straining against her soft, cotton pajamas. A sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed sleep from her eyes.
Today felt different. A nervous energy thrummed through her, a secret desire she hadn't fully acknowledged until now. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror – white skin, natural tits a sweet cup A – and a blush crept up her neck.
She knew she shouldn't, not before school, not with the possibility of her parents finding out. The thought of being caught made her stomach flutter. But the urge was too strong to ignore. The memory of some family therapy sessions she had with her parents was still present, but it was fading away in the face of new urges.
She slipped off her pajamas, the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin. Her fingers traced the soft curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. She reached for a pillow, pressing it between her thighs, and began to grind slowly, experimentally. A low moan escaped her lips.
The sensation was intoxicating. She closed her eyes, picturing a nameless face, a pair of hands exploring her body. The pillow grew wetter, and the rhythm became more frantic. The tension built within her, a coiled spring ready to release. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, her breathing ragged.
Her hand drifted lower, hesitantly touching the soft folds of her creamy pussy. A jolt of pleasure shot through her as she parted her lips and started pleasuring herself. "Oh..." she whispered, the sound barely audible. She continued, her fingers moving with increasing confidence, exploring every curve and crevice.
She thought she would faint from the build up of pleasure. Each caress was like a spark. She imagined the eyes of a man looking at her, undressing her, touching her. It was more than she had ever imagined. As she neared her climax, the sound of someone was approaching. Quickly, she cleaned herself, and put her pyjamas back on, hoping not to be discovered.
The world tilted, and she gasped as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She gripped the pillow tightly, her body trembling. It was over quickly, leaving her breathless and flushed. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration swirling within her.
She knew she shouldn't do it again, not so close to school. But the feeling was impossible to deny. The thrill of the secret, the raw pleasure of her own touch, it was a temptation she knew she wouldn't be able to resist for long.
