Powder the Pillow Humper

The rest of the group were getting ready for another heist. It wasn't the first time Powder was told to sit this one out, and probably not the last. After all, she was the youngest, the clumsiest, the least agile. They couldn't afford to lose anymore than what they gained. But this time, she didn't complain too much about being left behind. Instead, she put a light smile on her face and told them "best of luck."

Mylo scowled at her for saying those words. "Oh come on, don't jinx us like that," he slipped his hands through fingerless gloves and made way for the door, Claggor lumbering behind him.

Vi smirked with a look of confidence. "We don't need luck, only skill. Come on, let's go," she said to the other boys and gave the door a firm push.

As the cellar door clanked shut, Powder's cute smile grew wide, having the room all to her privacy, and the implication of what that meant. She waited a few minutes before stepping to the bedside. The very first thing she did was take off her boots and long socks. The belt buckle clinked as she unfastened it, then hooked her thumbs beneath the worn fabric of her shorts and panties. With a practiced pull, they slid off completely from her skinny legs. She dropped them aside, leaving only her oversized t-shirt to cloak her modesty. Letting out a breath of excitement, she was ready as ever.

The girl climbed into the bottom bunk. Her gaze went upon her favorite pillow, plumped and waiting. She snatched it and placed it in the center of the narrow mattress. Pursing her lower lip, she brought one leg over and settled herself into a comfy straddle position. The pillow, soft yet firm, nestled deeply between her thighs. A naughty smile spread across her face, sensing the familiar pleasure. Obviously, she had done this sort of thing before. But just recently, something new had come from it, like a secret chamber she’d stumbled upon by accident. Something probably no one else could do, and she was too embarrassed to tell anyone about it, even Vi.

Powder began moving, a gentle, rhythmic humping motion. Her bare hips rolled like a special dance, finding that sweet spot she had become so familiar with. The tingling pleasure began to climb up and quench her in all the right places. It had been a whopping three days since her previous ride. To her, that was a long time. And the longer the wait, the better it felt. She couldn't help but let out a few moans and giggles of excitement. It felt so naughty, it felt so good. The pleasure was about to unravel into that special feeling. She could sense it coming closer and closer. Just a few more humps away, her legs quivered.

Suddenly, the door opened and Mylo barged in unannounced. "Forgot to grab my other tools." 

Powder gasped with a squeak and went still, blushes written on her soft cheeks. The sound made Mylo pause in his tracks and he noticed her in the bunkbed, in a... peculiar position. At first, he was confused, but it took him no time to piece together what the girl was doing... and what a joyful surprise it was. Before Powder even had the chance to even tell him to look away, words caught in her throat when her insides turned. It was too late. Her mouth fell open, her toes curled, and the involuntary clenches of her orgasm unfolded. She tried desperately to remain silent, to stifle the sound, but couldn't help herself. A noisy moan escaped from her lips and echoed across the room. Powder was utterly lost in ecstasy. Mylo blinked in awe. After a few more heartbeats, she finally regained enough senses to gasp out. "... Don't look!"

"Ss-sorry!" he stuttered, eyes darting away to nowhere in particular. He struggled to reorient himself, to remember why he’d even come back. "Oh, uh, right. Here they are." He quickly stepped to the shelf to retrieve the small leather pouch of specialized thieving tools.

Powder's heartbeat was thumping in her chest as she waited for the boy to leave. The aftershock sensations of her orgasm teased and lingered. She remained perched on top, not out of joy, but to cover herself down below. Mylo was quick about his retrieval, his movements a bit clumsy. But Powder felt the sheer weight of every passing second of his presence.

"Umm... Have fun," Mylo awkwardly said as parting words to Vi's little sister, his pathetic attempt at casualness, easing the poor girl's embarrassment. He offered a weak, lopsided grin.

"D-don't you -dare- tell anyone..." she responded to him with a glare.

"Of course. Promise," he spoke quickly. Without another word, he shut the door and left in a hurry.

"Fuck me." Powder let out a sigh, heart rhythm slowing down when she attempted to calm. She could hardly stomach what just happened. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing desperately, for the last few minutes to have been nothing more than a terrible dream. But it wasn't. She really was caught, for the first time, and during the peak of her indulgence as the cherry on top.

"... Have fun?" she echoed what he said, eyebrow furrowing. She assumed anybody would have been disgusted by her behavior. After all, isn't she the only one engaging in this sort of ritual?

When all was clear, Powder dismounted from her dampened pillow, quickly crossed the room and locked the door. Something that should have been done from the get go. She climbed back into bed, sat with her back against the wall, legs tucked beneath her long t-shirt in lingering shame. She glanced over the pillow, hesitant, a wave of self-consciousness washing over, thinking about the exchange. "He said to have fun... But what the hell does he know about any of this?" She idly twirled a finger through a blue lock of hair, pondering. "Unless... he's -familiar- with this sort of thing too?" she had questions and not enough answers.

Taking a deep breath, hesitating, the girl slowly climbed back on top and went into a straddle position. Her soft, hairless cunny smooched against the fabric where she had accidentally spilled. From the slightest of movements, the cushion gently teased below her bare ass cheeks. The sensation was enjoyable, but embarrassing. 

It felt strange... Mylo being witness her private activity, her naughty secret. Maybe he was thinking of her having fun at this moment. Unless he was more preoccupied by the task at hand. Still, he would remember what he saw.

Powder pursed her bottom lip, taking it nice and slow, breathing steadily, all the while processing her thoughts and feelings. She wasn't ready to have another climax. Her mind drifted, replaying Mylo’s stunned expression, his awkward words, his clumsiness when he grabbed whatever he needed and left. The embarrassment still hung, it was like a tickle. But underneath, a strange, almost defiant feeling took hold from inside of her. Yet, she still wasn't daring enough to get close to her climax.

The tease went on for an hour, the slow and gentle motions of her bare hips upon the pillow, hesitant about bringing her pleasure too far.

The thought of him snuck into her mind. That dumb, goofy face of his. It was a strange territory. Was it wrong of her to think about him while doing herself on the pillow? Daringly, she picked up the rhythm. She began humping deliberately in a pace that felt instinctual, the pleasure ignited. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her breathing hitched when the beckoning twitches took hold between her legs. An involuntary moan escaped her lips and she crossed the point of no return. Through lingering embarrassment, the girl blushed and arched her back while having a naughty orgasm. Uninterrupted, Powder enjoyed every second of it and let out a deep sigh, glowing in satisfaction.