I knocked several times. No answer. Susie had said she might still be at the store if I arrived early, but I knew where the key was hidden. "Go on ahead and let yourself in," she had said. "There's a couple of beers in the fridge. I'll be picking up more at the store, so help yourself if I'm not back yet." The key was right where it was supposed to be, taped to the bottom of one of the decorative rocks in the planter beside the door. I unlocked the door, then replaced the key and returned the rock to where I'd found it.
The TV was playing loudly in the bedroom even though she wasn't there, but that wasn't unusual. Susie always left it on when she went out for short periods of time. "Burglars are less likely to try to get in if they think someone's here," she had told me one time when I asked her about it. Actually, it makes sense, but I'm not one of those people who can leave the house with the TV on and nobody to watch it. Just one of my many eccentricities, I guess.
I got a beer and wandered into the front room. The beer tasted great after the ride over with the top down on the Boxster. The sun and wind had left me feeling really thirsty. The noise from the TV started to get to me as I stood staring out at the manicured golf course fairway beyond the sliding doors leading to the little patio. "Cripes that's annoying," I thought. "Now that I'm here, there's no reason to have to put up with that racket." I set the beer on the table and walked down the short hallway to the bedroom.
As I reached to push back the partially open door, I saw movement on the bed. I froze with my hand hovering over the door handle. Susie's pale right leg, bent at the knee, was moving slightly in rhythm with the music coming from the TV. I leaned to my left to see if I could catch a glimpse of whatever it was she was watching. On the TV on the dresser opposite the door, a man built like a Greek god was pumping his cock into his matching Greek goddess in time to the slow beat of a very erotically sensual song. My entire body flushed with heat. I knew that my ears -- indeed, my entire head -- had to be beet red as I realized Susie must be masturbating while she watched a porno video.
Susie and I had been friends for years, but we'd never been intimate. We'd never even thought of each other in that way. Finding her masturbating made me want to turn and sneak quietly back out of her apartment to spare both of us the agonizing embarrassment if she found out I'd watched her pleasuring herself.
But my curiosity, as well as my rapidly swelling cock, stopped me. With my heart thundering in my ears, I very slowly pushed the door the tiniest bit farther open until I could see that her face was turned away from me towards the TV, her entire attention on the video. She was panting, obviously working towards an orgasm as her fingers massaged her clit and stroked the sensitive areas in and around her pussy.
Like a yawn in a crowd of tired people, I was swept into the emotion of the moment and had my already throbbing cock out of my pants in a matter of moments. I watched her hands as they worked at her pussy, strayed from time to time to her breasts and nipples, then back to attack her clit aggressively. She was whimpering now with her need to come. My hand pumped more and more strongly as I raced her to a climax.
Her breath caught and she groaned as her hips twitched at the moment of orgasm. My own orgasm came as she exhaled, her hips dropping back to the bed while her fingers still moved slowly inside her. I caught the come in my free hand, then backed as quietly as I could away from the bedroom door. I washed my come down the kitchen sink and dried both my hand and my cock with a couple of paper towels.
