It all started when I was chatting online. I was sat in my M&S matching underwear on my laptop and my flatmate Sarah had warned me to cover up as her boyfriend was coming over to watch the England match with us. We regularly walked around the flat naked or semi naked and openly shared the bathroom. I got to see her pert breasts and lovely ass every morning when she showered. I had the cleanest teeth in the country as I was in no rush to. We didn't put that much more on when we had guys over, maybe just a T shirt or vest top. I told the guys online and one suggested I should just put a T shirt on and remove my underwear. I had already been chatting about how I had caught the odd glimpse of Mark naked in Sarah's room and how I had even seen him wanking once through the crack in the door. I regularly masturbated to the sounds of them fucking in the room next to me too.
I loved the idea and promised to share the outcome in a story. Well here it is...
The T-shirt choice was easy. My England football shirt. I took my bra off and slipped out of my knickers and looked at myself in front of the mirror. I ran my hands over my breasts, my nipples hard already and down to my pussy. Just thinking about it had made me wet already and thinking about you all at home wanking over this is making me so horny now. My T-shirt only just covered my shaved pussy and hugged my bottom. When I reached up on my tip toes there was nothing left to the imagination. I grabbed a blanket and took my seat on the sofa in the lounge just as Sarah answered the door to Mark. Sarah walked to the kitchen and I stood up as Mark entered the lounge and gave him a big hug. He kissed me on both cheeks then I jumped back on the sofa and under my blanket. He must have seen my ass as he sat in the arm chair but he wasn't about to say anything.
Sarah sat next to me for the kick off but soon had to take a phone call in her bedroom. It was great timing as England scored prompting me to jump up and down and I could see Mark's eyes move from the TV to me, my legs, my pussy.
"That calls for a beer," I declared walking towards the kitchen. I could feel Mark's eyes on me as he stammered an agreement. I half closed the door of the lounge as I left but I could see Mark through the crack in the door and paused. I was right with my instinct as I watched him slip his hands in his tracksuit trousers and grab his cock. I quickly grabbed two beers and quietly crept to my spy position. Mark had his cock right out and was wanking it away furiously while keeping one eye on movement from the lounge door. Hmmm, I could fit my head round the door without moving the door. What would his reaction be?
