*As always, dedicated to my own personal muse, my favorite deviant.
I woke up before anyone else in the house, that silent twilight between the pitch black of midnight and the threat of dawn. It was several hours before I had to be at work, but my brain urged me forward towards the start of the day. I padded softly down the hallway to the laundry to tug on some high-waisted pants and a sports bra. The warmer months of summer were already in full effect, the cool air-conditioning felt especially welcome on my skin. I searched to find a shirt, then realized the dryer hadn't completed its cycle. I sighed and resigned myself to remain only partially clothed while it spun around for another half hour. It didn't matter, I had plenty of time.
I started the coffee maker and contemplated breakfast. I preferred this alone time and decided against cooking anything lest I wake the dog, or my husband on an otherwise lazy Sunday. I would be long gone by the time they woke up, maybe crossing paths with our roommate on my way out the door later.
I settled into a comfortable chair with my tablet and decided to do some reading. I scrolled through my downloaded titles but nothing really caught my attention that morning. I wanted something spicier, less romantic and more raw. I tried to settle in for a short story that promised to satisfy but quickly decided the character descriptions were too specific to really enjoy, there was no room left for imagination. It read like a biography instead of a flirtatious fiction. I sighed out loud, this is why I usually wrote my own.
I was really starting to crave something more as I absently rubbed myself through my pants. Damn these high-waisted pants, they looked so appealing but it's really hard to masturbate in them. I stood to pull them down to my knees, leaving them loosely on in case I heard movement. I slowly circled my clit with my fingers through the light fabric of my panties. I moaned quietly, I needed something to focus on. I pulled up some pictures on my phone that a good friend had sent as inspiration.
Transported back in time, I rubbed harder, filled with memories of being just that- filled. I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew it would be difficult with just my fingers. I wished for a vibrator, a hard cock, anything really that could put me over the edge. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, desperate for some release. I pulled my underwear to the side and began to thrust my fingers inside myself. I was starting to get close as I fucked myself without a second thought.
"Don't let me interrupt your fun," a voice broke through my secret session. I froze immediately in the dim glow of ambient light through the window.
How much could he see? Why was he awake? How did I not hear him? My brain flooded with thoughts simultaneously. My roommate stood just a few feet away from me with his shoulder propped against the door jam. He smiled at me when I nervously looked up to survey his reaction. His eyes didn't move from me, like a predator watching his prey, he intently stared at me.
"I'm so sorry, I really didn't know you were awake. I hope I didn't wake you up. Oh my God this is so embarrassing," I started to babble on like an idiot.
"I meant it when I said don't let me interrupt your fun," he said reassuringly.
"I'll just go die of embarrassment somewhere, it's fine. I really didn't mean for you to see me like this," I said and started to pull my pants up from around my knees.
"Stop," he calmly commanded. "You were in the middle of something when I walked in. I think you should finish."
I sat there dumbfounded. Was he asking me to masturbate in front of him?
"I don't think I'll be able to right now," I tried to explain as my cheeks turned the deepest shade of crimson humiliation.
"Pretend I'm not here," he suggested.
"Um, you see it's not just that."
"Not stage fright? Then why not?" he asked.
"It's really hard for me to get off," I said and hung my head. I wanted to curl up in a ball and hide.
"Hard for you to get off? I find that a hard statement to believe. In fact, I know you're lying. I hear you masturbate in the shower all the time. I hear you try to silence the moans so your husband doesn't know, but I hear it." This was news to me, I thought I did a good job of keeping myself quiet.
"I didn't know that you heard me. I'm sorry," I was mortified. This handsome man in front of me knew what I did when I was supposed to be getting clean.
"I rest my case. So go ahead and finish. I'm curious to put all the pieces of the experience together finally."
"It's not that easy though. In the shower I have... things to help me get there," I admitted. We had already crossed a line. Why not give him all the information he was trying to find? "I have a vibrator, a waterproof one, that I keep hidden in the bathroom. It helps a lot. My fingers aren't quite the same, ya know?"
"What about stuffing your little pussy full?" he bluntly asked.
