She awoke in the night, her skin covered in a steamy sweat. Brushing some hair from her face, she glanced at the alarm clock....12:30am it said, in a repetitive red blinking digits. The nights were hot and uncomfortable, too uncomfortable to actually get a good's night sleep. The heat induced insomnia was made even more unbearable by the final exam, a stupid post-grad physics exam, that lingered over her head in two days time. Studying was bad, the heat, the lack of notes that made sense, the sheer imagined pressure of it was making her feel insane. Sadly, she was awake now and the heat would not allow her to find that comfortable sleeping zone that she desired so much.
She got up off the bed to try and put the small fan on - stupid thing died the other day in a rather lovely blue puff of smoke -- but felt encumbered by her T-shirt. The thing was soaked and stuck to her skin. She stood up and liberated herself of the wet clothes; the air, although humid, felt good against her naked body. She looked down at her naked breasts, a silvery blue light from the moon shone on them, round and perky, yet not huge, nipples small yet uninterested in their newfound freedom. She ran a finger across them, the skin damp with sweat, small beads running down here toned stomach. Feeling brave, she let her thumbs skin in to the waistbands of her panties and pushed them down to her ankles, a cleanly shaven pussy now bare to the world.
Although she'd shaved a day earlier, it was still very smooth -- she was naturally lacking hair there. Proud of that, she was inspired to start going completely bare after accidentally seeing her roommate shaving herself one morning. Her roommate had been showering and in her hurrying forgot to lock the door. and as she walked in, quiet steps taken to avoid slipping and falling, she had seen her friend gently shaving herself. Intrigued she decided she would try it herself and after experimentation, she decided that bare was best for her.
A bead of sweat found its way down to her pussy, she wiped it away quickly and made for her bed again, hoping that her new found nakedness would also bring a cooler nights sleep. But then she stopped, her ears picking up on a door shutting and giggling voices. Her roommate was home and with a friend. She wondered who, her roommate didn't have a steady boyfriend true but she had suspected that the girl was "enjoying" herself with someone. She wondered who the someone was. She turned to the door separating their rooms, thinking of peeping through the keyhole. But a few steps later she stopped, thinking it intrusive. However, what she heard next made her discard that thought.
The giggling she had heard had become broken by moans and a definite rustling of clothing. She had had now found new determination to see what was going on, and had begun to climb on a small but stable dressing table to enable her to peak through a few small ventilation bricks at the top of the wall. And then as the scene came into view, she began to take notes, all desire to sleep replaced with a rabid desire to see some carnal, steamy fucking in the flesh.
Her friend lay naked on her bed, hair flared out, legs spread eagled, arms tossed wildly above her head. Her bigger breasts gently bounced as the man between her obviously was pleasuring her with his tongue. She had never had this done to her herself but dreamed of it, the scene before her only made her desires surge forth with a vengeance in her own wet pussy. From her spy point, she could see the sweat glistening on the girl, on the toned muscles of the man's back between her legs. She could see the shivers and tenses building up in the girl's legs and the moans became louder and louder. Her fingers were furiously rubbing her clit, the pussy juices flowing freely now, mixing with the torrents of sweat that streamed off her body. Then as her own climax came hard, the man got up, revealing a glistening erection that his hands were furiously pumping. He was toned, not too muscular and his body covered in sweat. It made him look all the more sexy, all the more commanding, especially seeing him stroke his own member. She hadn't seen his face and really didn't want to (although her mind registered him as one of their friends). Her friend lay on the bed, drenched in sweat and shuddered as the first string of cum fell on her belly. The other stream land on her freshly sucked pussy and tighs, the last stream on her left breast. Before the man could even drain the last few drops, her friend got up and sitting in front of him, greedily devoured his cock with a big wet kiss.
