Watching my Roomate

by Deadaim33@aol.com There was this time in college... My roommate had converted a large closet into a loft and his bed was about 4 feet off the ground with storage underneath. It also had a door allowing him and his girlfriend some privacy. One night after a late party at the fraternity, I stumbled upstairs to finish my beer, watch some tube and hit the sack. After a few minutes my roommate and his girl came in and they headed toward the closet/bed. From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of them, but sure it would not last since they would soon close the door. I was wrong. Maybe it was all the alcohol, or maybe they didn't realize I wasn't in the darkened room. Anyway, they started to kiss, his hand going to her nice breasts. I felt my cock start to grow, but was a bit embarrassed to be watching so openly. That faded as they continued and I grew harder. He had her shirt and bra off now and was kneading her breasts and tweaking the erect nipples. He moved down and sucked on them as she told him how much she loved it. My cock was about to burst out of my pants. He then pulled her skirt up and slid his hand over her wet panties, then slipping underneath the thin cotton. His fingers went to work on her wet folds as she told him how she loved his hand on her pussy. I had to release my rod now and slipped my pants down. I took my cock in my hand and started to stroke. He had her panties off now (but the skirt still on-very sexy), and he continued to finger her as he slipped off his pants and then knelt next to her head. She took him into her mouth and sucked and stroked his cock. I stroked my cock to their rhythm, feeling the cum starting to stir. She sucked the length and then took just the tip in her mouth, stopping occasionally to just stroke it and look at it inches from her face. She sighed how good it looked and how much she loved the way he was fingering her. I watched as his finger slipped into her pussy, sliding deep into her wet opening. I was openly stroking myself now as I watched in the darkened room, the combination of the alcohol and the eroticism of the scene fueling my boldness. He moved his mouth down her body, having her slip her top and bra off, but still leaving on her short skirt (the only piece of clothing left on her). He went to work on her breasts, taking turns sucking in the nipples, then flicking across them with his tongue as his hand played and tweaked the other breast and nipple. She moaned openly at this, telling how she loved her tits sucked. Her hand then moved down to her wet folds and started to dance across her pussy, playing with the hardened clit and slipping into the wetness. He asked her if she wanted to cum and she sighed a loud YES. He kept at her breasts as she masturbated her wet pussy, openly displayed to me between her outstretched legs. It took all my concentration to not cum, but I was enjoying the show and wanted it too last. I slid my hand over my hard shaft, smearing in the pre-cum. She started to buck her hips slightly and then more urgently to her probing fingers. She was talking loudly now (which she did whenever they had sex, and had added to many of my masturbation sessions), saying she was about to cum and how great it felt. She begged him to keep licking her tits and sucking the nipples, as her had became a blur of small circles over the top of her pussy. She moaned again, her ass well off of the mattress and she started her orgasmic dance. Her hips sank for a second and then jumped up as she felt the waves wash over her. She was almost yelling that she loved to finger her pussy as he took care of her tits. I watched in amazement at the sexual tableau as I let me hand keep slip over my shaft. I slowed as she eased into her post-orgasmic bliss and felt proud that I had not let myself cum during her show, knowing there was more to come. Once she had relaxed, he pulled her up a bit and over to the edge of the mattress where he had stacked some large pillows. He picked her up and sat her on them, moving her legs wide. My view was a bit obscured until I slid my chair over and then could clearly see all the action. She was breathing deeply again, riding the crest of her still dissipating orgasm. His cock was hard and probing, seeking a place to quell its heat. She reached down and guided it to her entrance, sliding the tip over her wet, pouty lips. They both looked down as it started to enter her pussy, slowly piercing the flesh. My hand returned to my own member, feeling the heat and hardness. I started to stroke its length again, leaning back and raising my hips up to meet my hand. It felt so good, so naughty to be the voyeur. His cock slid all the way in, his balls to her, then he moved completely out, the tip at her open lips before he plunged back in. They started a rhythm, slow and sensual at first, more animalistic and needy as they went on. She rocked her hips up to meet the thrusts, urging him on with her words. Oh yes, fuck my pussy she said. Fuck it hard. He obliged her requests, slamming into her, their bodies making the familiar sweaty slap. He pumped for some time, my hand timed to his pounding. I want you to cum on me, she groaned. I want to see you shoot that cum all over me. He agreed and pulled out with a pop, reaching down to stroke his reddened shaft over her. She watched as he aimed his cock at her out-stretched, naked, glistening body. Yes, she moaned, shoot it on me. Cum now! And he did, the first splash hitting her breasts and hard nipples, the next streams falling over her stomach and then her pussy. I had timed it well, shooting just as he did, a hot stream flying a few feet in the air before landing across my belly and legs. I pumped out my load as he did, feeling the rush of the release. My balls tightened more as the last bit flowed out. All was quiet as they fell together and quickly went to sleep. I quietly cleaned up. Nothing was ever said about that night, and although I don't think they knew they were being watched, I was never sure.