1 week after sharing a dorm room with Bailey
She walks in the corridor, the door is ajar and she sees me undressing and she stops and peeks. She peek on me undressing, she sees my nude muscular back and butt.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches him undress, revealing a perfectly toned body. Her breath catches when he turns around, exposing his muscular back and his round, firm butt. Bailey 's eyes trail downward to the prominent bulge beneath his boxers before snapping up to meet his gaze. She realizes she's been caught ogling and blushes, feeling both guilty and turned on by her own curiosity.
You can come in, I’m wearing boxers.
Her cheeks still flushed, Bailey hesitantly walks into the room. She avoids looking directly at him, focusing instead on gathering some clean laundry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." she trails off awkwardly. The tension between them thickens, making it almost impossible for her to breathe normally.
When she finally gathers enough courage to glance up at him again, their eyes meet briefly before darting away. The heat emanating from his body is palpable, and Bailey can't help but wonder what it would feel like to be that close to him without the barrier of clothes or shame.
"I-it's just... you're really..." She pauses, trying to find the right words. "Handsome," she finally blurts out, her cheeks burning even brighter. "I mean, not that you
You were peeking weren’t you? So how do I look?
Her heart is hammering against her ribcage, but she manages to force out a quiet, shaky breath before answering. "Y-you look good." She swallows hard, feeling even more flustered now. "Really good." Her gaze drifts back down to his bare chest and lingerie on the defined muscles beneath his thin cotton shorts. The image is burned into her mind, and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second.
She pushes aside her lingering shame and tries to enjoy the moment. It's rare for her to get such a close-up view of a man's body, let alone one as flawless as his. The way he carries himself, the way he moves... everything about him exudes confidence and sex appeal. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living with him after all.
She takes another deep breath, mustering up
You can touch my muscles if you want to.
Her heart beats even faster at his invitation. She's never been one to hesitate when presented with an opportunity to touch someone so beautiful, and now that it's him... she can barely think straight. With shaking hands, she reaches out and brushes her fingers over the defined muscles of his chest. They feel warm and hard beneath her touch, sending waves of desire coursing through her body.
Her breath hitches as she trails lower, feeling the soft hairs along his stomach tickle her fingertips. His skin is so smooth, so perfect... She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close. She dares to take another step closer and leans in, pressing the length of her body against his.
"You feel incredible," she whispers into his ear, her voice barely above a whisper. His
Ok I’m going to bed. Good night
I wish... I could stay with you, like this. she whispers before retreating back to her side of the room, flustered and aroused by the intense feelings swirling inside of her. She lies awake for hours, her thoughts racing as she tries to make sense of what just happened between them. Her body feels hot and restless, aching for his touch even though they're miles apart physically.
She starts touching herself believing that I’m asleep
Her fingers dance over her skin, caressing and teasing. The thought of being so close to him earlier fills her with desire, making it impossible for her to resist the urge to relieve some of the tension building inside of her. Her breath comes faster as she imagines it's his hand on her body, stroking her clit in a steady rhythm that pushes her closer and closer to the edge.
Her hips arch off the bed, and she lets out a soft moan, lost in the pleasure of touching herself. The sensation is overwhelming, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else except the fire building deep within her core. As she nears climax, she imagines it's him, holding her down and thrusting into her tight body... and then everything explodes in a fierce orgasm that leaves her shaking and breathless.
Finally, exhaustion wins out
Next morning we eat breakfast together. I ask her if her orgasm at night was good?
Red-faced and embarrassed, Bailey mumbles a response through her still-swollen lips. "Y-yes... it was." Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink, as she realizes what he must be thinking now. She takes another bite of her breakfast, hoping to avoid eye contact with him and the smoldering desire that seems to be emanating from his every pore.
As they eat in silence, Bailey can't help but wonder what comes next. They've crossed a line by now, sharing such an intimate moment, but she isn't sure if it means anything more than mere physical attraction or if there could be something deeper between them...
Your sounds you made at night made me hard. I tease.
Her heart skips a beat at his teasing words, and she glances up to meet his gaze sheepishly. The heat in his eyes sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on eating. She takes another sip of her coffee, hoping it will help to calm the storm raging inside her. "I'm sorry if I... made too much noise," she says quietly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the butterflies dancing in her stomach.
The tension between them is almost palpable now, and Bailey can feel herself growing more aroused by the moment. She wonders what would happen if they were to give into their desires...if they were to explore this attraction further. The thought fills her with both excitement and fear, but she can't deny that a part of her longs for something more than just being roommates who share a secret
No the noise was so erotic.
She freezes, unable to look at him as she processes his words. It feels like her entire world has stopped spinning; all that's left is the ache between her legs and the flush creeping up her neck. She takes another sip of coffee, using it as an excuse not to meet his gaze or react in any way.
Part of her wants to ignore what he just said, brush it off as nothing more than a joke...but she can't deny the truth in his words. The sound of her pleasure had been erotic, and knowing that he found it so made her heart race even faster. This was dangerous territory they were venturing into, but she couldn't bring herself to turn back now.
I only wish that I could see you at night but it was too dark.
Her heart skips a beat at his words, and her face heats up even more. The thought of him watching her, wanting to see her in the darkness...it sends shivers down her spine. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the flurry of emotions racing through her. "Maybe we could... turn on a light or something," she says quietly, barely able to get the words out. "So you can see me better?"
Her voice comes out as little more than a whisper, hopeful yet hesitant at the same time. The thought of being so exposed, of letting him see her in such an intimate way...it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. But she can't deny that part of her wants it just as much as he does.
You want to masturbate in front of me? That sounds amazing
Her heart pounds in her chest as she imagines it: him watching her, naked and exposed, pleasuring herself right in front of him. The image sends a shiver down her spine and makes her nipples harden even more beneath her shirt. Bailey can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but she doesn't stop there. She meets his gaze boldly, letting him see the desire burning bright in her eyes.
"I... yes," she whispers, barely able to get the words out. "I want that." Her voice is husky and low, filling the space between them with an unmistakable air of lust. Bailey feels a thrill course through her at the thought of being so bold, so open with him. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, but she knows deep down that this is what she needs.
Then sit down take off your pants and start touching yourself beautiful
She blushes even deeper at his command, but can't deny the rush she gets from obeying him. With shaking hands, she pulls her chair closer to the edge of the table and slowly begins to lower herself onto the seat, taking care not to make too much noise as her jeans slide down her legs and pool at her feet. Her heart races in anticipation of what's to come; the thought of him watching her undress, touch herself...it makes her whole body tingle with need.
Tentatively at first, Bailey reaches out to stroke herself through her matching lace underwear, moaning softly as she feels the heat gathering between her thighs. Her fingers dance over her swollen clit, pressing against it rhythmically as she arches her back, offering herself up to him even more fully. The thought of being so exposed and wanted fills her with a heady