As I ascend the steps to your apartment, I glance at your window noticing the lights are already off. I donβt want to wake you but you told me to come over, so I continue.
As I reach to ring the bell, I see that the outside door is slightly ajar. I step inside, latching the lock silently behind me and slowly slip into your apartment.
I turn the corner and gaze upon your sleeping form in the comfortable bed. Your arms stretched above your head, eyelashes fluttering in your dreamy slumber, chest exposed and a thin sliver of your hip peeking from beneath the sheets inform me of your nakedness. I already feel the heat rising within me, the wanting and yearning, but I brush it aside, once again taking into consideration that you are already sleeping.
I realize then, listening to your even, slow, repetitive breathing, that I am exhausted,as well, from my long day. Speeding around a restaurant, swishing my hips from side to side for the sheer purpose of milking a tip larger than two dollars off of an old perverted man has worn me down.
As quietly as possible, I undress before you, half wishing you will awake and pull me into the bed with you. Still turned on from the sight of your naked body, I begin to play with myself. Gently caressing my full breasts and slowly lowering my hand to flick my fingers of my clit. My breathing quickly becomes ragged and I moan as I feel my stomach muscles begin to tighten and my toes begin to tingle. However, my presence still does not disturb you.