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Let Her Take Care of Herself

So here it is, a few months ago, I was lying in bed on my way out of a dream. With a bit of morning wood my finest specimen was on it's way. As I awoke I realised my housemate was walking around down the hall and my door is open. Not to be one caught with my pants down, ha, ha, I decide to play dead. A quick move places the growing issue at an angle propped against a leg (not amazing looking, just nice). Just a chubby looks like a flaccid beauty. I'm 'asleep' of course and in no position to be bothered. I hear as she stops at my door and hesitates.

The house is so quiet I can hear her breathing. I hear her stop for a time, and then return with a big sigh. I can hear her starting to rock back and forth on the old wood floor. There is something that has caught her eye and is demanding her attention. I'm still asleep but manage to roll a bit to give a better view. She startles a bit and takes a step back, but still within view. A moment or two later, she is still there looking and touching herself.

Her breathing has reached almost a moan with every exhale and I can hear her balance fail with every breath. Every slight movement causes a creaking sound and I can picture her there. Her tight body, fit from biking and climbing, staring at mine with one thing in mind.

I can hear the clothes rubbing against her skin with a shush sound at first. Then the sound of her body's moistness takes over. At this point, I can hardly control myself to keep from getting a full erection. I listen to her skin rubbing and slapping and it looks amazing (I have seen).

Almost at once, she stops and shuffles towards the stairs. I hear her go up to her room above mine and get into bed. The bed immediately starts to groan under her pressure. I can hear her rocking back and forth directly above, thinking of me the whole time. As her movements turn into moans, I can hear her panting through the ceiling.

The moans turn into grunts and she jerks her body faster and faster. The bed creaks like it will fall apart, and I hear several loud grunts as she breaks loose. Later I could smell it on her. A nice smile on her face that I teased her about, and a smooth movement from the waist down. I didn't say anything about her watching me, but when I asked how her morning was, her smile and eyes told me everything I had suspected.


Posted on: 2004-10-07 00:00:00 | Author: