Day 8 (Continued)
Like I said, a lot happened today. What I witnessed last night has been forefront in my thoughts all day though.
This morning I decided enough was enough. If she wants to stay home and masturbate all day, fine. All I want is to not have to do everything when I get home from a long and tedious day at work. I left her a note next to the sink before I left today (a sink that I had to empty of dishes I might add). I just wrote;
“Melanie, haven’t had much time to talk this week. Conflicting schedules and all, I know. If you have no other plans tonight I was hoping we could chat about a few things. -B”
Hopefully I’ll be able to go over what I’ve been feeling and maybe not have to do as many dishes when I get home tonight. But I guess we’ll see.
Even while I was at work today, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw last night.
She was so lost in her own pleasure, she hadn’t even noticed me watching her. Despite my own lustful thoughts, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed at peeping like that. Even more so this morning, it just felt…wrong. Very wrong.
…and so very, very hot.
I decided at work that I should probably tell her. It’s the right thing to do, right? Maybe I won’t mention that I got off to watching her but just telling her that I saw her would make me less of a pervy peeping Tom…right?
As I mentioned, the sight of Melanie relentlessly fucking herself refused to leave my mind. I couldn’t focus on anything, especially my work.
I had been driving the forklift when I was lost in that memory of her cumming. The way she moaned in particular, music to my perverted ears. I spaced out for a moment and nearly drove it into the wall of the warehouse. I snapped back when the forks were only a few inches from embedding themselves into the wall.
I’m just thankful nobody saw. I took my break a few minutes early to clear my head. That’s actually when I first started writing all of this down. Problem was however, that reliving the memory while I put it into this notebook started getting me going again. I had a full hard-on right in the middle of the break room. You could see my dick through my jeans!
I couldn’t think straight, Melanie was in my head and refused to leave. I knew I wouldn’t have been able to focus with her clouding my thoughts like this. So I…well I’m not proud of it but I jerked off at work.
Luckily I was the only one on break at that time, so no one was around to question why I had locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls.
When I closed the door, I stopped trying to focus. Letting the memory of Melanie fully replay itself as lustful thoughts filled my mind.
How she moaned, the sounds made as she thrust her toy in and out of her wet and aching pussy. I remembered it all in luscious detail.
As my hand glided over my pulsing cock, I imagined her mouth enveloping me. How it would slide over my member as I twitched in pleasure. Her emerald green eyes would stare into my own just as I lost control and climaxed.
I was already so fired up, it only took a few strokes for me to explode against the stall door. Ashamed as I am (both for masturbating at work and for doing so while thinking of my roommate again) I was thankfully able to focus better for the rest of my shift.
Traffic was murder on the way home. What was normally an hour trip took nearly twice as long. By the time I finally got home I couldn’t care less whether Melanie was still awake to talk or not. I didn’t expect her to be, and I was too exhausted for that conversation anyway.
The last thing I expected however, was to see her stark naked and passed out on the couch.
Though I suppose life has a funny way of keeping us on our toes.
The day had left me fatigued but the sight in front of me made my blood rush. Melanie was certainly confident in her own body, and rightfully so. I’d noticed she had been wearing less and less around the apartment over the past few days, but I didn’t expect her to strip down completely!
Hearing my neighbors come out of the elevator down the hall snapped me back to reality. I rushed in and quickly shut the door behind me.
As the door slammed, Melanie jolted awake. I froze in fear while she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched her limbs.
Reaching above her head to stretch her arms showed me an exquisite view of her breasts. Her supple figure immediately had me aroused. My dick stiffening and pointing in her direction.
Towards what it wanted.
“Oh hi, Bradley. How’d work go?”
– – –
Melanie still felt aroused when she woke up that morning. Not uncommon given her career’s effect on her sex drive, but this morning was for a different reason.
Seeing her roommate stroke his cock because of something she had done herself, and without even touching him, had turned her on in an unfamiliar way. The feeling of being desired to that extent was euphoric. Almost a high in itself just thinking about him wanting her so badly to be driven to such measures.
As usual he had already left the apartment for work by the time she woke. She didn’t mind, though she spent the majority of her time in her bedroom; the privacy and silence was appreciated. Especially since she had gotten into the habit of walking around the apartment in her underwear, or sometimes completely nude. Since quarantine began, clothes had become strictly optional.
After her standard morning routine, coffee, shower, breakfast, more coffee, she had fully intended to do the dishes but was not completely unsurprised to see them already washed and put away.
“He must be really frustrated, but I can’t exactly do them if they’re not dirty,” she thought.
“Maybe I can help in some other way.”
For most of the morning, she tidied their shared space. Much of which was covered in her own laundry. She hadn’t realized how careless she had been since Bradley moved in.
They had only been living together for a few weeks. She still wasn’t entirely used to living with other people. Even in college she was alone in her dorm room.
Though she was accustomed to having her own space the way she wanted it, she couldn’t afford rent by herself. Besides, Bradley was nice. Obviously a bit of a player, but he was never rude. She should make a better effort.
Bringing the discarded clothes down to the washing machines in the building’s basement, she nearly forgot to dress herself before walking out the door. As free as she could be in the apartment, the rest of the building still had rules.
After dropping off her own clothes in the machine, a thought crossed her mind;
“Maybe I can do his clothes too? I’m sure he’d appreciate it, or would that be breaking his privacy? Ah screw it, who could get mad at someone doing their laundry for them?”
His room was annoyingly well-kept, especially compared to hers. The closet was organized, the bed was made, and his desk was neat and free of clutter. The laundry hamper lay just inside of his closet below some button-up shirts.
“He’d probably look cuter if he wore these more often,” she mused.
Grabbing a handful of change from the bowl on her nightstand she headed back down to throw his clothes in.
Technically you weren’t supposed to leave your clothes unattended while they were in the machine, but she had never had a problem with that before. Most people would be working at this time anyway.
Before continuing she checked her work email. No new videos to edit: the rest of the day was hers.
Work had been almost overwhelming for Melanie recently. Usually it’d take her about half a day to fully edit a video, depending on how long it was. She thought working from home would be easier but since quarantine began, her workload had nearly doubled!
People get real horny when they’re stuck at home all day.
The floors could definitely use a vacuum, and the living room needed to be tidied and organized. If she had time maybe she’d even clean the bathrooms!
Cleaning the apartment wasn’t exactly a joy but it was satisfying to see everything in its rightful place. Stripping back down to the comfortable nude and putting on some music, she swung her bare hips and got to work.
The clock had reached nearly 7pm when she finally stopped to admire her work. The kitchen and living room were spotless and organized, laundry was finished (her clothes were neatly put away, his were folded and left on his bed), and she had scrubbed the bathroom until it shined. Not bad for a day’s work.
To reward herself, a Netflix movie, a bag of microwave popcorn, and a glass of wine poured with a heavy hand.
Sitting down on the couch, still fully in the nude, her eyes already felt heavy before the movie even started.
The next thing she heard was a loud bang. The door slamming shut. It woke her from a sleep she hadn’t even realised she’d fallen into.
‘I guess I dozed off. Hehe, guess I really did work hard today.’
She noticed Bradley standing in front of the door as she stretched the sleep from her muscles.
“Oh hi, Bradley. How’d work go?”
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Day 8 (almost done, I promise)
I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How was she so casual? It’s not like we were all that close, certainly not close enough to be naked in front of each other.
Part of me wanted to think I was making too big a deal out of it. Let people be naked, y’know? Do what you wanna do. But like… it is weird to see your roommate nude with no warning, right?
“Uhm… g-good I guess.”
“I saw your note this morning. What’d you want to talk about?”
I couldn’t even remember why I wanted to talk to her then. Why is she affecting me this much? I’ve seen girls naked before, this isn’t some new thing. Why am I at such a loss around her?
“Ah… uh, gimme a second.”
I hastily flopped my boots off and darted towards my bedroom. I hadn’t left my clothes on my bed when I left this morning, nor folded them for that matter.
Being able to think more clearly with her gorgeousness out of my gaze, I realized there had been no dishes in the sink either. Or any clothes strewn about the living room!
Had she cleaned the entire apartment? I kinda felt bad for being so upset before. Maybe she did just need to catch up on work. I know my own job has become more stressful, maybe hers has too.
“Bradley? You okay?” I heard from behind me.
Melanie was leaning in the open doorway of my bedroom. Sensually draped against the wall, her luscious curves on display.
I was almost at a loss for words. Had she figured out that I had been watching her? Was this some sort of fucked up trick to get back at me?
Her hips swayed as she gracefully stepped towards me.
“You look a little pale. You don’t have Corona, do you?” She giggled.
She still seemed a little groggy as she took my hand and led me into our shared space.
“I know I’ve been a… difficult roommate,” she almost mumbled turning back to face me. “But I promise I’m gonna be better from now on. And I hope this makes up for it so far…”
Her eyes grew distant for a moment, as if her thought were a thousand miles away from the moment. She quickly looked down, apparently only just now realizing she was in the nude.
She let go of my hand and covered herself, staring at me wide-eyed in shock. She attempted to speak a few words but they came out as guttural squeaks. Before I could react at all she sprinted to her own room and slammed the door.