Walking in my apartment, coming back from work I remembered that the sexy young painter and decorator was still working on my apartment. I remember how hot he was, wearing his blotchy brown work trousers and his tight black tank top. So confident in his presence, he was tall and strong against my short self.
The first thing I heard was moaning and groaning which immediately made my clit tingle, sending all kinds of erotic signals to my brain. I was thinking, core blimey, what's going on? But by all means I wasn't complaining. This is a sound which I very much love. I love the not knowing and being left with an erotic story for me to make up in my mind. It made my pussy throb, made me want to rub my pussy to relieve the pressure. I didn't want to spoil the moment, the not knowing, excited me so much. I daren't walk in any further; I had to enjoy the moment.
The sounds began to get louder, shivering in excitement. I heard a male voice muttering to himself; it was the workman I left behind.
"Oh God, oh yeah," he mumbled, sounding pleasured, too right "oh yeah!"
I was becoming more excited, and began to tingle all over. At this time, I was wearing my short black skirt, thankfully loose fitting that I was able to rub my pussy freely and easily. I leant against the wall and tucked my hand under my skirt. My head tilt back, nibbling my bottom lip. I licked my lips while I slid my fingers inside my panties. I silently mumbled to myself, enjoying pleasuring myself. We mumbled in unison while I closed my eyes enjoying the moment. I imagined watching him without him knowing, living the moment behind the images in my mind.
The rising of his tone, squishing sounds of his fingers sliding up and down his cock, I could hear the guy playing with himself. His tone began to radically move up and down, getting into it quite eagerly. I imagined him sitting on a wooden chair, sitting on top of a plastic dildo that was stuck erected on the chair. I imagined him bouncing his juicy ass onto it, up and down, and wanking his cock fast at the same time. I imagined his face, all shriveled up, hot and sweaty, munching his moist lips getting more turned on. His ass pulsating at each thrust and his cock twitching every second.
