I didn’t think I’d get caught. It was late, the house was quiet, and I figured everyone around me had gone to sleep. I was feeling restless and a little too turned on, so I thought I’d treat myself to a bit of fun.

I’d barely started—lying back on my bed with just my panties and a tank top on, teasing my clit slowly as I scrolled through some naughty videos. The thought of getting off while everyone was sleeping just a few feet away was making me so wet. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling, moving my fingers faster as I tried to hold back my moans.

But then, I heard it—a soft knock, followed by my neighbor’s voice calling my name quietly. I froze, heart racing. He’s a friend who sometimes drops by, but at this time? I thought about pretending I was asleep, but curiosity (and maybe a bit of naughtiness) got the better of me. I didn’t even bother pulling up my blanket—just stayed there with my legs spread, my fingers still pressed against my clit, as I called out, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway. His eyes widened, taking in the sight of me, half-dressed and obviously caught in the middle of something dirty. For a second, I thought he’d leave, but instead, his gaze drifted down my body, lingering between my legs. I bit my lip, meeting his stare head-on, and just… kept going.

I didn’t say a word, just let him watch as I pushed two fingers inside, my back arching as I let out a soft moan. He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer. “You’re not going to stop?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Do you want me to?” I whispered back, teasing myself deeper. He shook his head slowly, and I could see the bulge in his pants straining. It made me even wetter, knowing he was getting off on watching me.

“Stay right there,” I murmured, my breath hitching as I picked up the pace, my fingers moving faster. His eyes never left my body, and I felt a rush of heat knowing he could see every little twitch, every drop of wetness coating my thighs. It didn’t take long before I was trembling, crying out as I came hard, my body clenching around my fingers.

When I finally caught my breath, I looked up at him. He was still standing there, staring at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I smiled, slowly pulling my fingers out and bringing them to my lips.

“Next time,” I said softly, “why don’t you come a little closer?”