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She’d just left – heading out of my life to start her own at university and I’d been left to look after the house as her parents jetted off in search of some September sun. It was wrong of me to go snooping through her things; I should have gone into each room and simply shut the curtains. But something had a happened to me when I’d gone into Justine’s room. Escort Beşevler It had been a long-held fantasy to spend time in this room – her family had moved in just after we’d started A-levels and Hollywood would have you believe that it was inevitable that a gorgeous girl living just a few metres away would eventually discover the boy next door. We were destined to get together. It hadn’t happened. The longed-for sexual encounters remained a fantasy. I’d never seen Justine stepping from the shower or getting undressed after having ‘forgotten’ to close her curtains… and now she’d gone. Justine was pretty; all smiles and girly giggles and I had no doubt that she’d hook up with some lucky fella within minutes of starting university, which left me picking through her discarded life. I was fascinated by this window into her existence, this glimpse into the life that had happened on the other side of the wall. I’d closed curtains, as I was supposed to do but then I’d opened drawers and cupboards and finally the wardrobe, all of which I wasn’t. Isn’t it a given that you get to have a little snoop when you house sit? Isn’t it expected? Justine’s bedroom had proved to be a treasure trove – an insight into not just her life, but into the mysteries of other teenage girls. However the biggest secret that Escort Çankaya I found in Justine’s bedroom was the one that I took in with me. It started when I opened the wardrobe doors. The space had been recently denuded – there were empty racks and gaps where clothes, shoes and suitcases had been removed to start a new life. What was left behind had been discarded; unwanted, unneeded. It was the smell that drew me in; the smell of Justine. Her perfume hung on the clothes, faint but enough, enough to make my body respond as though she was there. I did the thing that I would never have dared, had she been there. I was alone in the house, in her bedroom with the curtains closed. I took my cock out and started to stroke it. I pulled on it with long, lazy strokes, stretching the soft flesh, enjoying the taboo of masturbating in Justine’s bedroom, invading her private space with my perversion. There were jumpers there; the thick woollen ones which had hidden Justine’s body from view but had somehow served to emphasize her curves. I’d loved Justine’s curves… just to have touched them, if but once. Well, I could touch them now, in a way. I ran my left hand over the prickly softness of the wool, feeling an acceleration of my pulse as my hand moved over where Justine’s breast would have been. 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I’d always thought that they’d been faking that noise. Perhaps it had seemed louder because I was facing into a wardrobe. The thing was, it was loud inside my body as well. The pleasure was intense and I heightened it further by milking my spunk into Justine’s underwear. The soft material looked and felt so much better than a tissue. And it was hers – Justine’s. I felt closer than I ever had to the girl I’d lusted over for two long years. Bursting with happiness, I felt as though a gust of wind had blown through me, flushing me clean. I washed Justine’s knickers in the bathroom sink, towel dried them and then placed them back where I’d found them.
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