Part 2 - A Show for One
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When I turned the key to my apartment, I had one thing on my mind... and it was about ten inches long.
I kicked off my shoes and stripped naked as I walked to my bedroom, my clothes littering the floor behind me. I opened the locker drawer beside my bed. I looked down at my dependable friends. My small bullet vibrator and my 10 inch dildo.
I took both out, laid them on the bed and crossed the room to pull the curtains closed. As I reached out, I thought of the teenage voyeur who lived in the opposite apartment. I looked towards his bedroom and saw that the light was on, though I couldn't see anybody inside.
I decided to leave the curtains open while I played.
I hoped I would see him do the same. Since being left to my own devices, it appeared I had become quite a dirty-minded young lady.
I lay on the bed, turned on the vibrator and began to circle my clit with it. I moaned at the pleasurable sensation. I had been waiting for this chance since seeing Billy's huge dick, and now I was going to take my time. I recalled every detail of my encounter with him in sequence, becoming more turned on as the memory progressed.
I simply couldn't wait to feel his big dick inside me. God I hoped he wanted to fuck me on the balcony... That would be so fucking hot!
I began to play with my nipples lightly. I moaned softly. I hoped I would hear the couple next door fucking. I often played with myself as I listened to them moaning and their headboard thudding against the wall, no matter what time it was.
After a few minutes of blissful foreplay, I got a slight shock when I heard another vibrating noise in the room.
It was my phone...
Oh no...
Oh fuck no...
SHHHHHIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!
I knew instantly that it was my Mom... I forgot I was supposed to call her tonight! She would be extremely pissed if I didn't answer. The last thing I needed was her checking in on me more often than she already did.
I sat up quickly, grabbing a loose t shirt from my dresser and frantically pulling it on before I retrieved my phone. I flicked the green button, and my mother's regal face appeared on screen.
Needless to say, she didn't look impressed.
"Hello Jia." she said flatly in Mandarin. With her prim and proper demeanor and refined outfits, she had a hard elegance to her. Not for the first time, I wondered what ever had happened to the beautiful young bride with the impish smile in my parents' wedding photo.
"Hi Mom. How are you?" I replied with an enthusiasm I didn't feel.
I lay down on the bed and held the phone aloft as we spoke. I was careful to only show my upper body, as I was still naked from the waist down.