It was a typical week day that the following course of unexpected events took place. At twenty years old I'd recently moved into a flat with an attractive older women of about thirty years; someone whom I'd slowly begun to get to know and liked, but whom still seemed straight and innocent, yet also mysterious. Either that or she was playing coy which was as I was soon to discover was far more accurate. Nevertheless my ponderings occupied my mind as I shifted into second.
As usual I'd found myself driving to another dull day at work, stuck in heavy traffic, flicking in and out of radio stations at random, endeavouring to distract myself from myself and watching my fellow rat race travellers seemingly doing the same was familiar.
Unexpectedly my cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mike, its Tim, I just called to let you know work is off today."
"Oh hows that?" I asked somewhat surprised.
"Harry is away till tomorrow and gave every one the day off. Something about the contract needing some remedial work."
"Well that's fantastic," I replied cheerfully. "I just wish someone had told me sooner. I've been sitting in traffic forever and I'm only twenty minutes away. I really could have used the sleep too!"
Tim laughed then said, "Ah well Mike, see you tomorrow and don't forget the tickets."
"Yeah ok, I'll see you tomorrow, thanks man, later."
"Later."
Having hung up I took the nearest U-turn and started to head back home wondering what I might do with the rest of my day, and not coming up with anything particularly exciting, resigned myself to a lazy day beside the pool. With the sun beating down relentlessly it would be a perfect day for a dip; if I was lucky some sleep to make up for the restless night before would also be welcome.
Perhaps five minutes from arriving home, my up to then reliable Toyota began to gargle and sputter, like it was running out of gas, except that I knew it was not, having filled up the day before. Inevitably the old girl gave out a final desperate gasp and the engine died completely.
"Oh for fucks sake!" I said to myself angrily, slamming my hands down against the steering wheel. "Ah well at least I made it this far," I thought reassuring myself in an attempt to remain calm. "I'll just have to call a tow truck. I'll wait till I get home and call from there," I thought without even contemplating trying to fix the car on account of the unbearable heat.
Once car was locked up I began walking the fortunately short distance home and was starting to look forward to my day off. About ten minutes later I started up the long winding drive way which was shrouded in the foliage of tree's that shielded me from the intense sunlight. Regardless, by the time I reached the front door I had worked up quite a sweat; the look of the pool was very enticing.
Having proceeded inside and then having made a quick cup of coffee I walked upstairs to my room, undressed, and began searching for a towel. The search was fruitless so I looked in the bathroom adjacent to my room and despite finding a towel, found it was somewhat used and wet.
'Fuck!' I said to myself impatiently.
After a few more moments of further futile searching of the linen cupboard I thought I'd go into my new flatmates bedroom and look in the a-joining bathroom. I felt she knew me well enough and wouldn't mind if I grabbed a towel. As expected I retrieved a clean towel from her bathroom and was just about to exit her bedroom when her open closet caught and commanded my attention. A radio perched on top of a large dresser next to a plasma television and DVD player distracted me momentarily as it blared out a drone of some rock song or other. I was about to turn it off, or down, but I was further summonsed and distracted by the open closet which seemed to draw me in.
The doors were slightly ajar and from where I was standing I couldn't help but notice some sort of leather clothing along with what appeared to be lingerie. For a moment I paused and gazed motionless, curiosity getting the better of me - and before I knew what I was doing I walked slowly around the queen sized bed located in the centre of the room, and began to tentatively pull the doors still further apart. Crouching down and dropping the towel casually I took a leather garment in my hand and at once I noticed that it was a pair of crotch-less panties. Looking further I saw various garments and other unmistakable paraphernalia of sex. I couldn't believe my eyes! My flat mate had seemed so ordinary to me up to that moment. She was very attractive and sophisticated, yet for some reason or other I had formed an opinion of her that she was a good Catholic girl.
Snapping out of it and returning to myself and realising that I was prying and being nosey - feeling like I was breaching her trust in me - I pulled the doors back to where they were before and was about to leave when I became aware that my heart beat had quickened and a stirring below had been initiated, as-well as an overwhelming sense of erotic sensuousness which had begun to permeate by entire body.
Knowing it was wrong, yet piercingly stimulating, and having momentarily re-treated, I couldn't help but pry further, and without further consideration impulsively began again pulling back the doors to this lair of forbidden excitement, trepidation, and mischievousness. For I also knew that my flatmate was at work and wouldn't be back for at least four hours; it wouldn't hurt if I had a peek, and besides I rationalised, a week prior I'd had the sense that she had been through my room.
With the doors wide open I stepped inside which was a very large closet filled with racks of clothes; skirts, pants, panties, dresses in leather and latex, along with multiple boxes of various sizes including a plethora of shoes stacked carefully on shelves. Several costumes such as a maids outfit, or nurses uniform, and nuns habit appeared interspersed within the other garments hanging from a central rail.
I was immediately totally immersed and captivated within this Aladdin's cave and quickly became oblivious to my breach of her trust in me as I continued examining her private accoutrements. In one corner of the closet boxes of books sat partially unpacked along with rows of video's and DVD's carefully arranged, the titles of which were all explicit. On one of the top shelves sat yet more explicit video titles and an old video recorder along with several more box's. Most of all I was taken aback by the sheer volume of material, but also found myself perplexed at the sheer explicitness of the various porn titles many of which I forthwith wished to view.
Then I began to examine the lingerie, the crotch-less panties, the G-strings, riding boots, and surprisingly a riding crop which made me chuckle to myself in disbelief. It seemed I had happened upon a Pandora's box and it was thrilling and compelling to discover that my flat mate was not quite as straight as I'd imagined up to that point.
Already my cock was throbbing, as I imagined her dressed up in these outfits of latex, or leather, brandishing the riding crop perhaps, like a dominatrix, commanding me to satisfy her every desire, and me doing so willingly.
"Perhaps I should watch one of the videos", I pondered while stroking my cock in earnest accompanied by these lascivious images. It was exhilarating yet felt so taboo, and occasionally these feelings of arousal were accompanied with guilt, in that I was now slowly and almost unconsciously masturbating in my flat mates closet while rummaging through her belongings. It felt wrong, yet at the same time felt so good I simply couldn't stop myself.
In the very next instant my heart almost stopped. "What was that?" I wondered stunned and motionless. I was sure I just had just heard something downstairs and froze like a rock. I listened intently but couldn't hear hardly anything because the radio was so loud, and then I wasn't sure if I had heard anything at all; it could have been one of the neighbourhood cats, or "Maybe I'd imagined it?", Or "Maybe I should just get the hell out of here right now?" I thought anxiously.
For a few moments I just sat there naked, hypnotised by the scene of where I found myself, unable or unwilling to remove myself from what had now become a very lewd, highly unusual, and out of character episode of lust and fantasy for myself. I'd paused for a few minutes at least; just sat there dazed. And when I was sure no one was there returned to the thoughts which had stimulated me prior as I continued with the exploration.
Gradually I began to again stroke my swollen member whose dimensions had not dwindled in the least, and which now created spasms of pleasure as I quelled its own desire thus while examining the covers of some of the DVD's. With several more minutes of wreck-less abandon while flicking through the outfits and a variety of magazines I could feel myself beginning to ride the crest of a wave which threatened to break at any moment. But I had to hold back. For it was one thing for me to be doing what I was, but it seemed something else entirely to actually ejaculate; it just felt even less appropriate than just masturbating under the circumstances, even if I had the towel handy. Besides, I desired to prolong my fantasy as long as possible.
So time and time again, as I felt the waves of pleasure begin to culminate I'd back off and build myself back up, perhaps to finally release later in my own room.
Having been completely absorbed in the proceedings it was with a feeling of absolute horror when I distinctly heard footsteps coming up the stairs which creaked. It seemed at that moment time had stopped and a panic over came me as I covered myself clumsily as best I could with the towel. Without having a moment to think I found myself pulling the closet doors almost shut and withdrawing further into the darkness of the closet itself.
"Jesus Christ!" I thought immediately, feeling completely over come with angst and stunned mindlessly; feeling like a complete fool, and worse, like someone who had invaded someone else's privacy and whom was about to be caught. But there was no way out of this one. I knew that whose ever footsteps they were, there would have been no way for me to have successfully left the closet as I found it without being discovered snooping. And yet at virtually the same time, I thought that I should have just quickly gathered my thoughts, left her room with the towel covering my erect member and somehow bluffed my way out. But it was too late for that now, and my mind was a haze of overwhelming alarm.
All I could do was hope that if it was my flatmate, that she would come and get something, leave, and give me the opportunity to escape back to my own room where by then, I could simply go downstairs and announce my presence. Obviously because of my car having broken down and her not seeing it in the drive way meant that she had no idea I was at home. I guessed I'd not heard the arrival of her own car because of the radio.
These thoughts which raced through my head happened in seconds but seemed like an eternity. For as half expected my flatmate Leanne entered the room and if I was panicked before, now I was completely shocked and at a loss as to what to do but watch her through the louvers in the doors, from the confines of the closet which was now for the most part dark. Even the hint of the idea that she might come straight to the closet and discover me made me nauseous. I was repulsed by my actions, but all I could do was sit immobile and spellbound.
