Carried Away

I was between jobs, just back from Italy and looking for a job in the Washington, DC area. Some good friends, a married couple also in their mid twenties named Jeff and Cheryl, invited me to stay for a few nights in their one bedroom apartment near Connecticut Street in downtown DC. I had to sleep on a mattress in the living room. The day that I arrived, we met for dinner at a cafe near their apartment, then ended the night on their rooftop, sipping wine and enjoying conversation, but we decided to make it an early night because we all had to be up early. He had a commute out to the suburbs and she was working at a law firm in town. 

We hardly saw each other the next day. They both worked late and I had dinner with another friend from college. We barely had time for a quick drink and said good night. They went off to their room and I went to sleep, exhausted from a long day of interviews and driving around the city in a Jeep that Jeff let me borrow.

The second morning, I was barely awake when I heard Jeff walk through the room and leave for work. All of the lights were still out and Cheryl was still in bed. I pretended to be asleep until I was sure that he was gone, then had this incredible urge to masturbate. Maybe it was being in a strange place, or maybe it was just the thought of being alone in the house with Cheryl. She was definitely attractive and with her porcelain white skin and thick, long hair that was raven black. My thoughts turned to a fantasy of her sneaking into the room with me naked on my mattress and her lying beside me, pressing her body against mine. 

My imagination took over and I got carried away. I thought of my fingers running through her beautiful hair while sliding my panties off. I threw the covers off and stroked my own thighs, moving my hands in circles up to my buns. I rolled onto my tummy and briefly massaged my buns, feeling the motion tugging at my labia, pulling them apart and squashing them together again...and had a very strong feeling of wanting something inside me. Not hesitating or thinking much about my surroundings, I slid two fingers inside my pussy, pushing in as far as I could and then slowly working them back out...mmmm already so wet. I started finger fucking myself, lying face down, eyes closed with my left leg off to the side bent at the knee, left hip tilted slightly up off the mattress, completely opening my puss and my ass for me to play. My favorite position.

I thought how awkward it would be if Cheryl walked out of the bedroom with me naked from the waist down in the middle of the floor with the foot mattress facing her bedroom door, my fingers deep in my own puss. Just then her door opened and I froze, pulled my fingers out, pulling my hand up under me and laying flatter on my tummy, but still uncovered with my ass half spread apart. It was still dark, but the light of dawn was creeping into the room. I heard her take a few steps into the room and pause. She had to know. She must have seen everything.

She continued through the room, moving toward the kitchen. I pretended to be groggy and just waking up, rolling over on my side facing the kitchen and said good. She smiled and said she was off to work and hoped I had a nice morning. And I did. Seeing her and knowing that she had seen me was too much and as soon as she left me alone in their apartment, I finished the first of several orgasms that morning, her presence and warmth lingering in my mind.

I had to leave DC that day. We never talked about it, and I never had the chance to explore more with Cheryl and Jeff, but I still think about it...how we might have done something together, the three of us. Would it have worked? In my fantasies, it does. And we are all still in our 20s, young and adventurous.