When I was a teenager, I had some out of state relatives I used to visit. The summer I was 14 I went to visit them for a couple weeks. They would work during the day, and I would be alone at their house. They had a very attractive neighbor who at the time was probably 34-35. She was single and from what I knew had been for a while (obviously I hoped she would come home early one day and teach me a thing or two---but unfortunately I was never that lucky).
One day, while everyone was at work I had to run something over to her house. Odd that it wasn't until that moment that I realized "oh yeah, I have a key to her house, I should go exploring." So I ran the errand and decided to have a look around, being the curious 14 year old horn dog that I was (nothing too intrusive, I looked at her music collection, her fridge, her high school yearbook etc). But, I eventually made it to her bed room. Naturally I looked through her underwear drawer (nothing too exciting) and I glanced at a few other things until I looked under her bed. Imagine the rush I got when I saw her vibrator sitting right under the bed---easy place to stash it when she was done and easy access when she needed it again. I was so turned on.
Even though her house was extremely neat her bed was unmade. I couldn't control myself. I crawled into bed and masturbated right there. It was a lot of excitement for a 14 year old to take. The only thing that would have made the experience better would have been if she actually could have been my first, but oh well.
I will never forget that evening either. She came over to thank me for doing that errand (I can't quite remember what that was). Anyway, when she stopped over, she was wearing a sleeveless shirt, short white shorts and nothing else (she hadn't put shoes on, she even had hot red painted toenails). Needless to say I spent the next few days thinking of her, and what I hoped she would do to me. Now she is long married and so I am I, and she will most likely never know what transpired that week.