The sensation was arising at the point of contact with surface and was going up into my belly. I could control it: intensify tightly clinging to the vibrator or weaken.
Frankly speaking I felt neither shame nor fright. It was real happiness that finally I found most suitable means of masturbation. That's why I continued to thoroughly study peculiarities and details of my discovery. Half an hour later I got used to the sensations and their intensity was no longer sufficient for me. That's why I took all my clothes off except shirt.
Excitement of my own nudity gave me a new emotional splash. I rode the vibrator, opened my vulvar lips widely pulling them apart, spread them about the varnished surface and tightly nestled up to it as if kissing. Vibrator answered me with a powerful energy stroke exactly into my clitoris. The feeling was sudden and stunning. In several minutes it entirely overflowed me and exhausted. I felt as if I were melting below as a piece of butter on a frying pan: I was spilling and drooping over the vibrator.
Further everything was going on extremely quickly: having made several rhythmical moves I caught first orgasm and right after several more. That day was unforgettable with the quantity and intensity of new emotions. The rest of the day I remained in such a detachment that even caused puzzling questions from my mother. Since then I was making such presents for myself: not often but regularly. Surely, it was impossible to stand THIS often; moreover there rarely were moments when I remained alone at home.
Once I got into a situation I still recall with shame. It happened when my father went to garage and I decided to take the occasion. Sitting, as always, in a short jersey scarcely covering my buttocks and pubis, I closed my eyes and was swinging on the buzzing vibrator close to orgasm. Because of the loud buzz I didn't notice my father who forgot the keys. At a certain moment I opened my eyes and saw him staying right in front of me curiously looking at the masturbating girl. The worst thing was that I was in such a state that couldn't stop doing that. I was just beggarly looking at him biting my lips and couldn’t stop. I experienced orgasm virtually before his very eyes. Right at that moment my father went to the kitchen.
Afterwards my father behaved as a real gentleman thus deserved my lifelong gratitude. He feigned that there was nothing. Neither his words, nor his glances implied anything. He never changed his attitude towards me as well as said nothing to my mother. With time I myself believed that there was nothing of the kind. Nevertheless first two weeks I avoided to look into his eyes and definitely didn't even come close to the vibrator. But it's clear that later on everything started again. I couldn't live without this means of masturbation. I just got more careful.
