Hoping for the best

It's been a harsh week, lots of work and little free time to spend on myself. The results of that are pretty eveident, by the end of my shift I'm exhausted and really really horny. On my way home in the bus I just hope for my roomie to be out of the house in order to sort myself out. Unfortunately lady fortuna wasn't on my side this day, roomie is home. She was just getting ready for bed. It's always such a torment to see her like that in her small pijamas just about to go bed. My mind just went cloudy for a moment, I decide to head to bed also. An hour passes and I just can´t shake her off my mind, my pussy is quite uncontrollable today, lots of damage to my undies. My urges are way past my normal limits, I know I can't just masturbate with her around the room just like that. Ever since I came to this house I've tried to keep my composture around her just for not freaking her out, but tonight I endured just enough. My hands slyther into my pijama pants, cast them from my legs down to my ankles, my blanket still on top of me. I just hope for the best as the sound of them going down goes around the room. Look at her side of the bed, still no sight of movement.  I let go of a small moan as my fingers reach the wet spot of my undies. God I've been wanting this all day, I know it, there's no way I'm stopping now.  My fingers start a circular motion around my clit, stroking my pussy as if there was noone there in the room. Five minutes into it and I'm in heaven, I'm sure my green undies have turned extremely dark all over by now, my legs are spread wide, pretty evident, if she were awake, what I am doing.  My voice betrays me a few times while I am at it, at this point I know I no longer care about getting caught. My fingers go inside my panties and down my pussy, fingers deep into myself I explore every inch of my vagina. As my fingers slip inside my eyes can't stop gazing at my sleeping roomie on the other side of the room. My mind wanders to how many times I have done the same thing I'm doing now on her bed while she was outside the house, how many times I used that little pillow her face is using, but between my legs. Remembering all the shameless stuff I had done in her abscence just encouraged me to be less discrete, fingers pumped harder into myself, sounds really coming out of myself now. Then it hit me like a wave and my voice escaped me. Looked at my roomie one last time for the day, still no movement. As my head drifted into a very nice sleep, I just thought to myself, what a terrible roomie I've been, and I just smile to myself.