Daisy found having sex back at her parents was a bit of a buzz.
After a year backpacking around Australia, my boyfriend Charlie and I returned to the UK and had to live with my parents for a few months. It wasn’t at all easy – after 12 months of shagging in tents and on beaches late at night, sex in your parents’ house is hardly erotic.
Mind you, for some perverse reason, it really seemed to turn Charlie on. He thought it was hilarious that my parents didn’t bat an eyelid when we announced we were having an early night. If only they’d known we were shagging in my closet where the floorboards didn’t creak while they were downstairs watching Corrie and sipping tea. But I couldn’t let myself go in the heights of passion while they were in the house, so our main shenanigans took place during the day when everyone was at work.
We were both job searching for the first few weeks after getting back from Oz, so didn’t have to get up early. One morning we were really frisky and heard the front door open and slam several times as my parents and my sister went to work for the day. Lying there naked, we rolled around and snogged as if we were on our first date (and to be honest, after a year of travelling and living in a two-man dome tent, it amazed many people that we were still together).
We massaged each other all over, using sensual oil, and let’s just say it soon became very hot and very raunchy. Charlie massaged my back then started moving down to my thighs and I felt very turned on. I parted my thighs a little (not wanting to look too desperate, despite the fact I was well and truly gagging for it) and he brushed against the very inner parts with his fingertips. I let out a huge horny sigh and spread them a little more.
Now he was stroking me all over and I couldn’t resist him. I turned over and grabbed him, pulling him on top of me, and we started writhing like teenagers.
I dragged out my favourite two vibrators, which I’d affectionately named Dick and Romeo, and we played with them one at a time. I liked to use Dick just as a general massager, as the toy was really noisy and a bit off-putting when rubbed over girly bits. I thought how gorgeous it was that it was just the two of us in the house, and we had hours to kill before my mum came home for lunch. It made me feel so liberated that I was far more vocal than normal.
I was shrieking with pleasure as my second vibrator (Romeo) gently buzzed over my breasts, down past my stomach and to my hot spot, which by now was throbbing with desire. Charlie knew what to do next and he continued sliding the vibe up and down between my legs until I was practically screaming for him to fuck me there and then. Usually we love lots of foreplay, but I suddenly turned into a possessed animal. I liked it rough in this mood and Charlie shunted me all over the bed and started fucking me from behind. We were talking really dirty by this point, using all the words you wouldn’t normally hear me use by day. As we reached a climax (with Charlie stroking my clit at the same time), he bucked one last time and we fell back, glowing and glistening like lovers should.
After five minutes I staggered down the corridor naked, waddling, to have a shower, and I passed my parents’ bedroom. The door was wide open and as I walked by, I heard my mother say, “Daisy, I’ve had to call in sick, so I’ll be in bed all day. I called out earlier to let you know but you couldn’t hear me.”
Mortified? I nearly died on the spot.
