I walked up the winding tenement stairs to my the flat I shared with my girlfriend and our roommate, glad to be out of the winter chill of a snowy afternoon. My steps echoed up the old stairway as I plodded my way up to the top landing, starting to sweat under the heavy winter coat I wore. I reached the top and pulled keys from my pocket and slid them in the top lock. It didn't turn, there must be someone in. Unless Ellie forgot to lock the dead bolt when she left this morning. Wouldn't be the first time. I unlocked the Yale and pushed the door open, stepping into the flat.
It was much warmer inside the flat and I quickly stripped off my jacket, hat and scarf and hung them from the pegs by the door. I slipped off my boots and put them on the rack, noting as I did that there was already a pair of winter boots sitting there. I knew Ellie was working til about 7 so they must be Rosie's; our flat mate and old friend of Ellie's. Given the snow was almost two feet deep outside, Rosie must be in the flat. I sighed internally at this. Rosie was a friend but all I wanted to do was roll a joint and play some video games in peace.
Quietly, I picked up my bag and began tip-toeing down the hall to the living room. I passed Rosie's door and paused for a second, listening for any sound of movement from within. I heard a very faint humming but nothing else, maybe she's asleep. I continued down the hall, slid open the living room door, quickly slipped inside and silently closed it.
I settled down on the sofa and pulled out my phone and read the message that had popped up from Ellie.
Might be late tonight, traffic looks like it's gonna be wild. Arranged a surprise for you ;)
I texted back
What kind of surprise?
I pulled my box and rolling supplies from under the sofa, placed them on the coffee table and began to roll a fat joint. I turned on the tv and switched the volume low, watching some terrible daytime quiz show as background noise. My phone buzzed, Ellie again
You'll know when it happens ;)
I finished rolling, taking my time and savouring the process, then got up and headed to the window. I set my lighter next to the heavy glass ashtray on the small table set into the window bay and reached out to lift the window then paused. If Rosie was in her room I should at least let her know I'm in the flat. She might want to smoke too and I would feel a little selfish sitting here on my own. Besides, Rosie was in the habit of wearing very little around the flat and I wouldn't object to seeing her sexy curves barely concealed by her robe and feeling her bare legs brush against me while we shared a smoke.
Smiling to myself I placed the spliff in the ashtray and padded quietly back into the hall, stopping outside Rosie's bedroom door and raising my fist to knock. I paused with my hand in the air. The faint buzzing I thought I heard earlier was louder now, and I could swear I could hear quiet moaning. No way, I thought as I slowly placed my ear on the door.
Yup definite moaning. Rosie was masturbating for sure, the buzzing and moans were unmistakable now and I felt my cock begin to stiffen in my jeans as I imagined Rosie on her back, legs spread and vibrator buzzing her pussy. I thought of her massive tits gently swaying, her nipples stiffening as she tweaked them with her free hand. My own hand began slowly rubbing my increasingly hard cock through my jeans.
I stood for a few seconds, heart pounding, then gave in to temptation and quietly undid my belt and popped the buttons. I paused for a second, listening to Rosie groan and gasp to herself, then I slowly tugged down my jeans and boxers enough to let my cock spring out, semi hard and aching. Silently, my ear still pressed to the door, I grasped my cock firmly and started slowly stroking from tip to balls, hardening quickly to Rosie's increasingly loud gasps of pleasure.
I stood there for a good few minutes, quietly jerking off while eves-dropping on Rosie and picturing her stunning body, legs spread and pussy dripping. I heard her gasps begin to grow quicker and louder. I imagined her pretty red lips in an O of orgasm and my cock twitched at the thought. I slowed my strokes, not stopping but not wanting to shoot cum over Rosie's door. That would be awkward to explain. Hearing her climax through the door was so sublimely erotic I almost forgot why I was there in the first place. I heard the buzzing slow and the bed creaking and I swiftly pulled up my jeans and covered the open fly with my shirt with panicked haste. I couldn't be caught like this, I'd never live it down. I listened a moment longer and heard the creaking slow and the buzzing increase again. She wasn't getting up, just changing position. I smiled and slowly backed my way into the living room, redoing my buttons and belt as I went.
I put on a DVD of The Simpsons and hit play all then turned the volume of the TV up slightly and adjusted the two smoking chairs by the window bench to be slightly closer to each other. I changed from my outdoor clothes to a pair of shorts and a t-shirt then crept back into the hall and stood in front of Rosie's door where I could faintly hear her continued session. I raised my hand and this time actually knocked on the door.
Knock
Knock
Knock
"Hey Rosie, It's Jake. You in?"
I heard the bed creak as Rosie jumped at the sound of my knocking, the buzzing was still audible when she replied breathlessly "H..Hey, Jake. H..How's it going?"
I pretended not to hear anything in her voice or otherwise that indicated anything out of the ordinary. "Not bad, just rolled a wee spliff and wondered if you wanted a puff?" I said as nochalantly as I could with a still semi erect cock pressing against my shorts. "Oh fuck, that sounds amazing" she called out, still breathless. The buzzing cut out and I heard a drawer open and close. " Give me two, minutes" she called out again. "I'll meet you in the living room."
I sat at the window facing away from the TV and towards the door, thinking about what I just heard and stroking myself through my shorts as I waited. I wasn't waiting long, however, as Rosie strolled into the room less than one minute after me.
Rosie was about 5'6 and thick with two c's, absolutely massive tits, with thighs and an ass I'd often dreamed of being smothered with. She had a shock of dyed purple hair that was cut shoulder length and hung in an unrestrained, tangled mane, her skin was as pale as cream and soft, her lips were inviting and plump. She was wearing a thin robe of red and gold silk and a smile on her gorgeous mouth.
"Hey, how long have you been here?" She asked innocently, whilst settling down in the chair next to me, her bare leg brushing against mine.
"About 15 minutes, just got changed and rolled a wee spliff. Was gonna watch a couple of episodes" I gestured towards the TV. "What about yourself? Been up to anything exciting?" I asked equally as innocently as I lit up the joint and slowly breathed in.
"Just been laying about, having a bit of a bed day" Rosie smiled at me. "I've been a bit down in the dumps the last few days and I needed a day to just focus on me, you know? Oh I love this episode" she exclaimed, looking round at the telly. I took another deep inhale and stared at Rosie's cleavage whilst she watched the TV. It really looked like she was wearing nothing under her robe, her nipples discreetly distorting the fabric. My cock stiffened and I forced myself to look away, exhaling out the window then passing the joint to Rosie. She took it deftly from my fingers and took a series of rapid tokes before passing it back. As I put the roach to my lips it occurred to me that I didn't hear or see Rosie wash her hands since coming out of her room. My cock twinged again and I could swear the joint had a very faint but pleasant muskiness that I hadn't noticed before. I took a deep, deep draw, holding it for a moment before letting it out the window.
"Some weather out there," I say to Rosie whilst gesturing out at the flurry of snow trying to take my mind off my raging hard cock with small talk. "Thankfully the winds died off, nearly got blown off my feet trying to get here." The snow fell down vertically now, covering the footsteps on the pavement 4 floors below. The sky darkened with twilight despite it only being 3 o'clock. "Yeah, dark skies and cold nights'll put just about everyone in a blue mood." I passed the joint back to Rosie after another deep draw.
She laughed then said "Well I'm starting to get cold sitting in this open window, but that's not why I've been blue" she sighed.
"Well I can help with the cold" I said cheerfully and reached under the small table, brushing her smooth, naked leg with my hand as I did. I quickly pulled out a blanket and wrapped it snugly around Rosie's shoulders, breathing in her scent of sweat and something sweeter that seemed familiar.
"Thanks" she smiled, and took a few more small but rapid tokes from the j before handing it back.
"Well, I was thinking" she started, then paused and said "this might sound strange" she half apologised.
"What can I help you with?" I asked, genuinely interested now.
"Well, it's about Paul" she said quietly.
Ah the boyfriend, I thought to myself.
They'd been seeing each other for a few months now, I'd met Paul a few times. Seemed like a bit of a weeny to me but a nice enough guy I supposed.
I take another deep draw before asking "What about Paul, something not going well with you guys." I sit and smoke, glancing down her partly open robe whilst she watches the TV and thinks.
"It's mostly fine" Rosie spoke to the TV. "But there's a few issues where we might not be a great match." She paused again, the TV glow lit her face and cleavage in the dim living room.
"We're close enough to talk about sex, right?" she asked, turning suddenly to face me. I quickly tore my eyes from her cleavage before she noticed and hand her the joint. "Sure" I say quickly.
"It's just that there are certain bedroom activities that I enjoy, and Paul is just a little vanilla when it comes to sex" she sighed.
