salty_sailor
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Roommates
You lay awake, as you do every night it seems, in our spare bedroom where you have been living since losing your job last fall. And like you do every night you listen to me and my wife--your old college buddy-- fucking in the next room, her calling out and moaning loudly in the height of her pleasure and orgasm. You massage your pussy and finger your clit, gasping quietly in your own realm of pleasure. After a while, the sounds die away as does your own enjoyment of the moment and you slowly stop your ministrations.
Unable to sleep afterwards, I get up and not thinking I head to the kitchen naked. There I pour myself a scotch and head back to the livingroom where I drop onto the couch and pick up the magazine I had been reading earlier in the evening, sipping at my drink.
Soon I look up to notice you standing in the door to your room, leading your shoulder and head against the jam, wearing your robe. Our eyes meet momentarily before yours wander down my naked body. Taking a few steps you bend down in front of me, offering a brief but excellent view of your braless cleavage as you take my glass. Then in one smooth motion you stand upright and tip back the glass, swallowing the last of the drink in one gulp.
You lay awake, as you do every night it seems, in our spare bedroom where you have been living since losing your job last fall. And like you do every night you listen to me and my wife--your old college buddy-- fucking in the next room, her calling out and moaning loudly in the height of her pleasure and orgasm. You massage your pussy and finger your clit, gasping quietly in your own realm of pleasure. After a while, the sounds die away as does your own enjoyment of the moment and you slowly stop your ministrations.
Unable to sleep afterwards, I get up and not thinking I head to the kitchen naked. There I pour myself a scotch and head back to the livingroom where I drop onto the couch and pick up the magazine I had been reading earlier in the evening, sipping at my drink.
Soon I look up to notice you standing in the door to your room, leading your shoulder and head against the jam, wearing your robe. Our eyes meet momentarily before yours wander down my naked body. Taking a few steps you bend down in front of me, offering a brief but excellent view of your braless cleavage as you take my glass. Then in one smooth motion you stand upright and tip back the glass, swallowing the last of the drink in one gulp.
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