I'm a long-time Literotica reader and I've always wanted to tell this true story. It happened years ago and I've never shared it with anyone. It's my first story; feedback is welcome.
In May 1993 I was 22 and wrapping up my undergrad degree with a couple final summer school classes while I worked part-time at a coffee shop in Anchorage. My long-time roommate and I weren't getting along and our lease was up so I moved in with a couple that was about my same age. I worked with the guy, Tim, and he and his girlfriend Tara needed a roommate to help pay the rent until their lease was up in a few months. They had a dumpy but cheap 2-bedroom near downtown and they had a reputation as an easy-going couple that liked to party, so I moved in. It worked out great, the three of us got along well and became friends.
Tim had just finished school, he was a bright, quiet guy of average height with brown hair. Women found him handsome. His girlfriend Tara was cute, loud, opinionated, and charming. She was a Black Irish type with dark hair and pale skin, also average height, and nice curves. She wasn't a classic beauty but the kind of girl that becomes more beautiful the more you get to know her. Oh, and she had amazing tits. Not huge but perfectly shaped and perky. She dressed conservatively and never showed cleavage, but somehow her breasts always looked like dynamite.
I sensed when first I moved in that she was skeptical of me and she kept her distance. As time passed we bonded during long conversations over coffee and she started to warm up to me. We became friends. By late June, Tara was getting just a bit flirty with me: eye contact, big smiles, and she paid more attention to me. It was innocent stuff but I noticed. It might have been my imagination but she seemed to wear tighter shirts around the house and she caught me staring at her chest a few times and didn't get mad. I had a girlfriend and I wasn't about to try anything with Tara, but the attention made me feel good. I looked forward to being home despite the dumpy apartment. My girlfriend would come over and we used to hear Tim and Tara fuck in their bedroom (very thin walls and doors). I really enjoyed thinking about those tits of Tara's bouncing!
One Saturday night in early July, I went out partying and they separately did as well, which was typical. I stumbled home alone at 1 or 2 am; my girlfriend was out of town. In Anchorage in early July, even at that hour, it doesn't get quite pitch dark and so there was some natural light in the apartment as I opened the apartment door.
As I stepped in I instantly heard them screwing, loudly and drunkenly. Good for them! As I came through the kitchen towards the bedrooms I see their door is wide open! They must have really been drunk. I'm no Peeping Tom but I can't help but look when it's right there in front of me.
With the little bit of light in their room I can see her up on top of him, riding him slowly. From what I can make out her tits look as gorgeous as I expected: perfect, perky, bouncing slowly. I guess I was quiet walking in and they're of course drunk and busy because they don't seem to notice me. Of course I can't tear myself away and my cock starts to come to life. I'm still standing in the kitchen trying to decide what to do when I see her look my way. I'm terrified that I'm busted, but even though it's hard to see her face clearly at that distance I can tell that she's not mad and may even have been smiling. Maybe the door was left open on purpose?