Caught Masturbating by Denise

This story takes place at Seven Springs, PA 14 years ago in a ski condo. I was there with my wife Cheryl, her friend Denise and six other people. We were spending a long weekend skiing and hanging out together. Of my wife's friends, Denise is a favorite in that she is a very good masturbation fantasy for me. Currently age 48, Denise has long dark-auburn hair, a slender but shapely figure, a very cute ass that fits nicely into ski pants, long legs she often shows off, and sexy, slender feet that are equally as beautiful in summer sandals or sliding bare across the condo floor, and a pretty slender face with a seductive smile. She and I get along really well, very much like brother and sister; it sometimes makes my wife jealous. Everyone had gone to bed but I was a little restless, so I went downstairs while the others were asleep. There was a Harper's Bazaar magazine on the island counter in the kitchen, and it had a photo spread on the girls on "Sex and the City." As snow swirled outside near midnight, I found myself alone, downstairs in the ski condo with pictures of the lovely four TV stars spread out before me. I gazed at the pictures of their seductive smiles, their sexy legs, and their pretty feet peeking out from strappy shoes, and began to feel that lovely urged to pleasure myself to their beauty. All I had on was a t-shirt and underwear. I reached own into my underwear and began caressing my penis. Soon, my erection was springing to life. Pleasure was coursing through my penis as I gazed at photo after photo. I started pumping my cock in a slow and steady rhythm. My underwear had dropped down around my ankles and I slipped out of them, entirely. Everyone else was in bed, so I thought. I heard a noise and looked up. Denise was coming down the stairs which overlooked the entire ground floor of the condo! I froze as she turned and walked into the kitchen! I was behind the island, so I was blocked from her view from the waist down. However, when she was on the stairs, she could have looked to her left and down into the kitchen and quite plainly seen what I was doing. At this point, I didn't think she had. I quickly pulled my hand away from my throbbing, pleasure-filled cock. Denise walked in, smiled "hi", and asked me what I was doing up. "Came down to get a drink," I said nervously as I stood there naked from waist down but pressing myself behind the counter to try and block her view. As she walked to the fridge to get a drink, she could have turned around and seen me there naked with my hard cock but she didn't. She got a drink and came over to the side of the island and we made small talk across the counter. She looked down at the magazine open before me and smiled "Watcha readin'?" Denise asked cheerfully. "Ah, just something that was laying here." I gulped as I said it. Had I been nabbed? Did she see me pumping my cock? Did she realize I was naked from the waste down behind the kitchen Island, a mere two feet from where she was standing? Would she tell the rest of the condo that she had caught me masturbating in the kitchen to pictures out of Harper's Bazaar? We made small talk for a few minutes. I had casually turned the pages of the magazine, noticing that Denise had noticed what I was looking at. "I've got to go back to bed." She turned and put her glass in the sink. "Good night! See you tomorrow." Denise turned and walked toward the stairs. She had on a long nightie, one that a teen girl might wear to a slumber party. It showed off her lender, coltish legs. Her pretty bare feet padded along the floor, her red-painted toenails peeking out to me as her feet arched as she walked. My cock, which had never fully gone flaccid - I was nervous but still fairly aroused by all of this - was hardening back to full erection. As Denise got to the bottom of the steps, she turned and said, with this WEG, "You can go back to doing what you were doing," and giving a slight giggle, scampered up the steps. She HAD seen me!!! I was at the same time horrified and thrilled. I wasn't sure how this would play out. Would she tell my wife I was downstairs beating my meat, instead of being upstairs fucking her? Would she announce it to the rest of the condo at breakfast in the morning? Still, I was SO excited Denise now knew I am a masturbator! The next day, nothing was out of the ordinary. Denise was cheerful, conversation was normal and everyone in the condo went about normal business of a ski weekend. Denise and I skied together while the wife went off with other friends. I watched her pretty rear as she slalomed in front of me. Her sexy laugh and smile entertained me at lunch. The whole time, I wondered if she was thinking what I was thinking. She's never said anything more about catching me that night, but I always wonder what she thinks about when she thinks of me and that weekend at Seven Springs!

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