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Catching Roommate

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Catching Roommate by tburk@excite.com (tburk@excite.com)This story takes place 6 years ago. My roommate Sandy, at the time, and I travel a lot for our jobs. We work in the same profession, and at the time we were working for the same company. As I said, we traveled a lot, but it was uncommon for us to be traveling at the same time, or together. So even though we became good friends, we rarely spent much time together in our house. When I was home, she'd be traveling. Soon after she returned, I would have to take off on another trip. She usually traveled to Asia, and I usually traveled to Europe. We usually kept each other informed of our schedules by phone, fax, and email so there was usually time to clean up the house before the other roommate returned. In this particular instance, I was away in Italy for two weeks. Instead of returning directly however, my boss asked that I extend my trip for another two weeks to visit all of our European offices. I informed Sandy of my trip extension, explaining to her that I would be gone an additional two weeks. But because I did the European tour in only 10 days, I ended up coming home several days earlier than expected. I should have called Sandy, but with the sudden change of plans and time difference, I didn't find time. I arrived at LAX (via NYC) late in the evening. Instead of calling my roommate for a ride, I decided to take a taxi. When I arrived at the house, the house was dark so I made every attempt to be quite as I assumed she was already asleep in bed. I entered the house through the back, put down my luggage in the kitchen and crept through the house toward my room. As I walked through the living room to get to my bedroom, I noticed that the TV was on. At first I didn't notice what was on, but I immediately thought that Sandy had fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV. When I looked down at the figure lying on the couch, I got the surprise of my life. Sandy, who was laying there completely naked, was rubbing her pussy while watching a porno being played on the VCR. She didn't see me standing there, as her head was turned facing the hot action on the TV. However, because she was lying down, with her feet towards me, and her legs spread wide, I had a beautiful view of her soaking wet pussy. Looking back, I probably shouldn't have said anything and stood there and enjoyed the show. However, do to the shock, I blurted out "Ssssandy??" She screamed, "What are you doing home!!", while trying to find the remote to kill the action on the TV. It was funnier than hell watching her in the scramble. Once she finally shut off the VCR, she grabbed the towel that she was laying on and tried to cover up her nakedness. I tried to apologize and explained that I snuck into the house so that I wouldn't wake her, but she was so upset (but more embarrassed I'm sure), she ran into her room and went to bed. Needless to say, I went straight to my room and closed the door, not knowing what to say to her the next day. The next morning was Friday. Because I had been traveling, I took the day off. When I got up, Sandy had already gone to the office. She probably left early so that she wouldn't have to confront me. I made some breakfast, and went into the living room ... the scene of the crime ... to read the paper and watch the morning news. To my utter surprise, the tape she was watching was still in the VCR. Out of curiosity, I turned on the machine just to see what turned this chick on. Again to my surprise, not only did I recognize the movie, I looked in my closet to see that she had taken the tape out of MY collection of porno. So not only did she like to watch porn, she liked to watch MY porn. For some strange reason, the whole scenario turned me on big time. I headed straight to my room and had the best masturbation session I'd had in a long time. I couldn't forget the vision of Sandy, spread out on the couch, rubbing our clit. Later that day, I left the house and hooked up with some friends of mine. I thought about calling Sandy, but I knew that that would probably cause her more embarrassment, so I just left her a note saying I'd be home late and I'd see her Saturday morning. When I woke up the next morning, hung over from a long night of drinking, (my way of dealing with jet-lag), I entered the kitchen as Sandy was making coffee. "Hey," she said, "How was the trip?". We talked about it for a while, and she informed me that she was leaving the following Monday for Hong Kong. I could tell she didn't want to talk about the event two nights before, so I didn't mention it. It was probably best that I didn't make her feel uncomfortable. She was a good friend, and I couldn't afford to have her move out. She left on Monday, and everything seemed to be back to normal. She had even returned my tape, (when I was out of course). As usual, it was nice having the place to my self. Like I said, both of us traveled so much, neither of us had time for serious relationships. Sandy was cute, no doubt it, and she had a nice body, but it never occurred to me to date her. We were strictly friends. Because of this, most of my sexual release at the time came in the form of masturbation, which I did a lot when I was home alone. Sandy returned from her trip about two weeks later. We had "talked" a bit via email, but mostly about work related events, so it was good to have her around. I wasn't scheduled to travel for while, and she let it known that she would be home for several weeks as well. Something between us had changed however, but I couldn't put my finger on it right away. For the next couple of days, Sandy seemed to pop up unannounced. I might be lying in bed, and she would come in and sit on the bed and start talking. Not that that was odd, but normally she would knock before she entered my room. On several occasions, I'd be in the shower, (we shared the only bathroom), and she would knock, open the door and say she needed something out of the medicine cabinet. I didn't mind, but it wasn't like her. I guess she figured that since I saw her naked, it was only fare for her to see me nude. But this didn't cause me to walk around the house nude, or to dress/undress without closing the door to my room, nor did she. However, if I thought I was alone I didn't bother closing my bedroom door to change, or occasionally jerk off. One morning, while still in bed, I heard the door closing as I thought Sandy was leaving the house. I got up out of bed, naked, and headed for the bathroom to take a piss. I had typical morning wood, so I had to stand there for a moment to let it relax a little before I could piss. Finally I pissed, headed back to my room, and with the door still open I laid down and started playing with myself. I was jerking off for a while and was about to cum, when I heard the wood floor outside my room creak. When I looked up, Sandy was standing in the doorway. "You should really close the door if you want some privacy," she said and closed the door and left. I was so embarrassed. It was funny when I caught her, but it wasn't so funny when she caught me. I had really though she left the house. I stayed in my room out of embarrassment, and didn't leave until I though she left again. I jumped in the shower, this time closing the door, and wrapping myself in a towel when I returned to my room. When I finally dressed, I headed out into the living room, where Sandy was reading a book. "Listen", I said, "I'm sorry you had to see that. I thought you left the house." Sandy, looking up from her book and said, "Don't worry about it. I guess everyone does it. But if you don't want to get caught, close your door." I told her I'd be more careful next time, and we both laughed. A couple of weeks after that, Sandy was about to have her 25th birthday. We've always given each other gag gifts, so this year I kept with the tradition. I drove to the nearest porn store and bought her a tape, a vibrator, and the illustrated "Joy's of Masturbation", wrapped them up and gave them to her the night before her party. When she opened them, we had a big laugh and she told me should couldn't wait to try them out. The next day, all of our mutual friends showed up for the party. Nothing special, but there was a good deal of drinking going on. Around midnight, the last guest got up to leave as we started cleaning up the mess. When we were almost finished cleaning up, Sandy announces that she wants to check out the tape I gave her. I'm a little dumbfounded, but I decide to play along. She invites me to join her, as she leaves the room to get the tape. She returns, as I'm sitting on the couch, and she has not only the tape but also the vibrator and masturbation guide book. The tape is pretty basic, with your basic sucking and fucking. As we watch it, we start making some jokes about the bad acting etc. Not long into it though, I start to get pretty aroused. Seconds later, Sandy suggests that we get comfortable, and starts to unbutton her pants. Soon she is down to her bra and panties, and she looks over at me, and says "Do you mind?". Of course I didn't, and I say "Do you mind if I watch?" "No," she says, "as long as you join me." I didn't need much more encouragement. I tear off my clothes, and see that she is sitting on one end of the couch completely nude, facing me with her legs spread, removing the vibrator from it's packaging. I, now naked, turn and face her on the other end of the couch. Sandy turns on the vibrator, first on a lower speed, and starts running up the length of her slit, which is surprisingly moist already. I'm already hard as a rock, and know that it won't take much for me to reach orgasm. I wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible, so I take care not to stroke too fast. I can't take my eyes off of Sandy's pussy, and she seems to be clearly focused on my cock. Both of us are oblivious to the action on the TV. We do this for about 5 minutes, and I tell Sandy that I need to get something out of my room. I return with a bottle of lubricant, and apply a generous amount to my cock, letting it run down onto my ball sack. As I start to spread the lube around my shaft, Sandy adjusts the speed on the vibrator to high, and starts plunging it into her dripping wet pussy. Alternating between deep thrusting her cunt and massaging her clit, Sandy is sitting on the verge of climax. I fight the urge to let my spunk fly, as I keep a slow but steady rhythm of stroking on my cock. Soon Sandy says she can't take it any longer, and her hips start bucking and she buries the vibrator deep in her cunt. With her entire body shaking, she rolls up into a ball, and lets out a deep moan. I watch her lay there in complete bliss, as the vibrator slowly slides out of her wet gash and falls onto the cough, and rolls off onto the floor. by now, I can't take it any longer, and I announce that I'm going to come. Sandy looks up off the couch, and rolls over to watch just as my cock start to stream with cum. It flies up onto my chest with such great force, it almost lands on my neck. I continue to spurt, with lessening amounts landing on my stomach. Both of us are amazed at how much cum was released from my balls, and I tell her that that was one of the most exciting orgasms I'd ever had. Sandy gets up and goes to the bathroom. I'm thinking it's over when she returns with a wet washcloth and towel and starts to clean the cum off of my body, even taking my cock in her hands to remove the last of it as it dribbles out. She admits that that was one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had, and she wanted to do it again. This time however, she places the towel on the couch, and lays down on top of it. Knowing that it'll take me a bit longer to recharge, I sit back and watch her start rubbing her clit again with the vibrator. Before long, life springs back into my cock. Sandy has the bottle of lubricant, and she begins to start applying it to the plastic cock. After it's sufficiently lubricated, she squirts a little more on her pussy, and she even lets a little dribble down her lips and onto her asshole. Now with the vibrator planted deeply into her pussy, she takes one finger from her free hand and starts rubbing her puckered little asshole. I get up to get the lubricant, and as I sit back down, Sandy has managed to work on finger up her butt. The sight is too much, and I know that I won't last long if she keeps up this erotic display. Again, as she approaches another orgasm, I increase the speed with which I stroke my cock. She's now got her finger buried deep in her butt, and the vibrator is pumping her pussy at lightening speed, and we both cum about the same time. Even though I ejaculated with less cum, the orgasm was equally intense as the first. This time it was my turn to help her clean up. I retrieved a wet washcloth, gently cleaning off her pussy and freshly rimmed butthole. We were both exhausted, and returned to our separate rooms to crash for the night. After the night of Sandy's birthday party, we continued to have mutual masturbation sessions, most of them almost as intense as the first. For my next birthday, she even went out and bought a "plastic pussy" for me. It never really did the trick for me, but I guess it was the thought that counted. Eventually I took a different job out of state, and had to move on. I run into Sandy occasionally, but never long enough to have another masturbation session.