A few days had passed since that night when she spied on her roommate, watching her get serviced in the steamiest, carnal display of sex late into the night. She remembered her own climaxes, created by her own fingers as a man covered her friend in his hot cum. It seemed as if every night since then she dreamt of the scene except that in her dreams she was the one getting fucked, each night the dream changing slightly with a new position in which her dream-self would be serviced. Only the lucid blaring of her alarm clock would slam her back into the real world, where once again she had to rely on own hands to caress her heated privates before a cold shower and exams for the day.
She spent the days after trying to work out the identity of the man - if he stood in front of her naked, that would be easy to verify, so fixated on his body and cock she had been that night, yet his face was a blur. Especially his cock, the thick, hard, veiny shaft, coated in the pussy juices of her roommate. She could close her eyes and draw it in detail. Soon, her pool of suspects began to narrow to the group of boys next door and one in particular. That mystery was a side plot to the main event - the final party of the semester and the overall end of her university life in a week's time. With no exams, she and her roommate spent their last days shopping, sightseeing around the city or simply lounging in the small porch of their ground floor apartment, sipping on beers. This was their way of bonding, looking at the four guys next door, discussing them and their pros/cons as potential lovers. Wondering what they looked like without clothes. Often their conversations would start on the boys and always turn towards the future and what life would bring them post-university.
This evening however, she was in the porch by herself - her roommate's mom needed help and had gone off to be with her. Without the distractions of her roommate, her mind often found itself wandering back to that night. Constantly squeezing her thighs together, constantly wet - she had to change panty liners three times already, all after proper masturbation sessions. The heat of the day wasn't helping and being a Sunday, there was nowhere to really go. She took to walking around the apartment just wearing a T-shirt, the material sticking to her back and highlighting her hard nipples, sweat running down her toned legs every now and then. Going panty less throughout the day helped, without the material rubbing against her wet lips and perpetually hardening clit, she calmed down. Now she was alone on the porch watching the boys play basketball and sipping her beer, the ever so brief drafts of air feeling blessed against her naked legs.
She was convinced that the tall lean, dark-skinned guy was the one from that night. His built, like a swimmer matched the guy's and his muscles on his back seemed to ripple in the same way in the orange evening sunlight, expect he was taking shots at a hoop, not sucking a pussy now. His friends were shirtless as well - in fact this was the first time she had seen them all without shirts and noted that her friend was missing out. A particular light-skinned one always tickled her fancy and she was surprised to see that his chest, shoulders and arms were ripped with the lightest layer of dark hair. His abs were not as defined as the dark-skinned one but still they were tight, with the treasure trail of hair leading below the waist band of his shorts. Those two were her focus, if only she could muster the courage to ask either one to spend the night and just fuck her! But they were friends - great guys to be around and ever helpful, and she was in torment about what they would think. A quick cell picture was all she took, sending it to her roommate.
As night fell and the electric lights of the court and street began to come on, the guys waved at her and left. She sighed, it was going to be another round of her fingers tonight, maybe she could steal her roommate's toy but that had a certain "Eww" factor about it. Soon sleep took over her on the porch as these plans tossed in her mind.
The loud knocking at the door woke her. She glanced at her phone - roughly forty-five minutes had passed since she fell asleep. Half-dazed she walked across the apartment and opened the door. The dark-skinned one was there - still shirtless - but with a small bag.
Apologetically he asked "Can the guys and I use you shower? The water's out in ours and the landlord said it won't get fixed till morning."
This wasn't an unusual request - the landlord was an ass and more than once they went without water or air conditioning. "Sure, but the lock on the bathroom door is broken, so you'll have to wedge it shut. And the hot water is out. These days the place is so damned hot though, so it's abit lukewarm" was her reply.
As he smiled and thanked her, heading over to their bathroom, wicked, wicked thoughts began brewing in her mind. She bit her lower lip as she realized that an opportunity presented itself - if at least to verify her suspicions. She waited till the water was running and the guy started humming a tune. Quietly she made her way to the bathroom door, hoping that for once the cheapness of the landlord in fixing the door worked in her favour. Bingo! It did! The door remained open slightly, allowing her to peek in at the full length mirror on the wall. The full length mirror that was giving a live view of him showering, oblivious to her spying. She felt a trickle of wetness in her cunt and wasted no time in reaching under her T-shirt to begin caressing her extra sensitive inner lips as her hold hand held the cell phone and her thumb shit the record button.
She watched as he soaped his body, built like Michelangelo's David except that he did not have the small cock of the statue. No.....even soft it was magnificent. Darker than the rest of his body, a large vein ran along its length, the foreskin completely covering his large head. His balls were smooth like the rest of his body and hung low, soapy suds covering them and washing off with the water. He turned around and she could see his back, muscular and defined, strong butt cheeks that were a few nights ago helping him to jackhammer her roommate. He continued to hum and soap himself only stopping when something caught his eye - she began to panic for a second thinking she had been discovered but then saw him reaching for something....
Shits! She and her roommate would hang their underwear - usually the delicates - to dry in the bathroom! He had seen them. Initially she felt violated but then realized quickly that she probably was guiltier than him. Fantasies of her wearing just her red lace panties and walking into the showering to join him began to conjurer in her mind. Her bronze skin would be glistening, her curly hair moist and slick as her body would start a primal reaction in his. However, she quickly realized that he had stopped showering and was now holding her very same red panties in his hand. She was somewhat shocked when he took them and started to gather up the lather on his abs, then his balls, finally holding it in his hand as his cock started to swell. '
My God - he's a pervert like me!'
was her thought.
He was slowly stroking himself with her panties, the foreskin moving freely to reveal glimpses of a large, helmet shaped cockhead. His cocked had doubled in size - it was fatter than she had remembered it but the black skin and veins on it seemed to glow. She herself was stroking her own wet lips and clit - from this angle she couldn't slide in her fingers, although she desperately wanted to. She didn't want to miss a stroke. She didn't want to put her phone down.
