Silk Shorts [MF]

I let out a little sigh, sliding my key into the lock. The pins sprung up one after the other with the surprisingly loud, satisfying *clicks* that I had come to enjoy from our new rental property. The incidental ASMR was lost on me today though; I was overworked and still dirt broke. We really couldn’t afford this place – my two housemates and I were mad to have ever signed on in the first place. But it was a refurbished standalone property in a competitive market and faced with no alternatives, we had jumped on it. Now, months later, the bills I was paying had begun to eat in to even my grocery budget. The worst offender was the heating bill – even in the middle of summer, the two girls I lived with had the heating fully blasted every night. The house was like a damn sauna.

Even before I’d opened the door I could tell she had that bloody heater going. I moved through the living room without acknowledging Elizabeth, sprawled out and sinking into the couch and watching TV. It was a hard task as I could see the exposed skin of her legs in my periphery, long and impressively smooth. I couldn’t see it without looking, but I knew that she was wearing only a large knitted sweater and a pair of pajama shorts.

*Those fucking shorts*. I risked a quick look and felt my heart rocket in to my throat. Eliza always wore the most incredible sleepwear, and these shorts were no exception. A thin layer of barely-there silk that fluttered loosely around each of her slender thighs. When she lay sprawled on the couch – as she was right now – they fell back against her hips leaving *nothing* to the imagination. The first evening the three of us spent here after we moved in, we had watched *Jurassic Park* in the living room together. Sitting on the floor, I had turned around toward the couch to imitate Sam Neil shakily removing his glasses in shock, and *actually* been shocked by the sight of a neatly trimmed pubic mound and puffy pink lips at eye level, just barely covered by the crotch of Eliza’s loose silk shorts. It must have been so obvious that I had copped an eye-full when I looked up to meet her eyes. A second of blank-faced silence before I turned to face the movie again and tried to play it off like it never happened – but, she must have known.

I must have been too obvious in my side glance, as I once again tracked my gaze up her slender frame and caught her gaze. I stopped, caught like a deer in the headlights. A moment passed, and in that moment a dozen thoughts raced through my head at once. *Anne isn’t here. We’re alone. Just us here tonight. She caught me staring. I don’t think she has a bra on either. Spreading her legs open for me. The feel of those silk shorts in my hand. Her eyes looking up at me as those pouty lips touch my cock. Turn the fucking heater off. I’m still holding groceries.*

“Hey man”, she broke the silence, turning lazily back toward the television and nibbling at her fingernails once more. I breathed deep, grumbled a greeting and moved through to the kitchen. As I placed my grocery bags by the sink, I heard the toilet flush upstairs, and the dulled footsteps of Eliza’s boyfriend coming downstairs. Hair wet, he stood a half-head taller than me, though with a leaner frame, outfitted in exercise gear. He nodded at me, then left without a word to his partner. I heard movement, and a moment later Eliza entered, furiously tapping a text out on her phone screen.

“Is Phil okay?” I ventured, stacking tins of generic-brand beans and chickpeas on my shelf. Eliza didn’t respond immediately, too engrossed in her phone. When she processed what I had asked she raised her brow signalling her dissatisfaction.”Phil has training tonight, even though we had movie night planned.” She thinned her lips and gave me a withering stare. “He’s staying at his tonight.” This, I could tell, had not been Phil’s decision.

“Oh.” I couldn’t give two fucks about Phil and his hour long showers. “That’s too bad.” Go suck an egg Phil.

“How is–” Eliza began, before cutting herself off. Up until recently I had been in a fairly long relationship; about two weeks ago things had come to a head and my then-girlfriend had confessed she no longer had feelings for me. While we still hadn’t properly discussed where we were at with each other, I was fairly confident she had already decided we were at least no longer exclusive. “How is work?” Eliza’s poorly executed save pulled me back in to reality and I gave her a weak smile.

“Pretty shit – thanks for asking though.” She gave me a pat on the shoulder sympathetically, and then inspired an unexpected thrill somewhere in my throat as her hand slid down my back and she came in for a half-hug.

After a second she broke away, leaving me breathing in the sweet smell of whatever she had sprayed herself with this morning, and headed upstairs.”Oh – Anne is on her way home, but she’s stopping for drinks first apparently.” Eliza’s voice carried down the stairs from the bathroom. I came out in to the hall, facing up toward the partially closed bathroom door.

“Is she still on for movie night?”

Eliza’s head popped out from around the door. She had already let her shoulder-length brown hair down, and I could see her arm up to her bare shoulder. Unless she’d already removed it, this confirmed my no-bra hypothesis.

“She said to start without her. What did you feel like watching?”

I shrugged, and turned to head toward my room as I heard the shower turn on. I returned to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and immediately unbuckling my belt and pants. As I stripped down, I rubbed idly at my underpants, shifting my cock over under my boxer briefs. This only aggravated the problem, and for a moment I thought about rubbing one out before going back in to the living room. The sound of the shower stopped, and I decided my dick would have to wait until later. Picking out sleep wear, I caught myself reaching for the standard sweatpants and then stopped short, hands hovering over a pair of pajama shorts instead.

*Two can play at this game!* I thought, letting my underwear drop to the floor and feeling my rapidly swelling member quiver with anticipation.

—-

About 20 minutes later I stepped in to the lounge room, immediately glad I’d worn the shorts. The heater was turned up even further; Eliza stood, drying her hair off with a towel, wearing the clothes she had entered the bathroom wearing. This time it was my turn to catch her staring, and I felt a nervousness shiver through me. Though I was no longer sporting the raging erection from earlier, I was still riding about half mast. I’m certainly not the biggest tool in the shed, but I’m also far from the smallest, so I can only imagine it must have been obvious.

I clapped my hands together to break the silence, “Right! What are we watching?”

Eliza turned around, focusing intently on drying her hair. “Uhm – I thought, maybe… this?” She said, taking the remote and flicking through Netflix. I wasn’t too familiar with her taste in films, but even I would have said it looked for all the world like she decided then and there what we would watch. Throwing her towel over a chair she turned back to face me, stretched her hands above her head and gave a yawn that exposed her smooth, muscular midriff up to her navel – and of course, the band of those wonderful silk shorts, which I could see sat low on her waist. Any lower and I would technically be gawking at her pubic mound. As she yawned, she spun on her heel toward the couch, giving me a perfect display of her tight, round ass. What Eliza lacked in chest size (which was actually very little) she more than made up for with an ass that I had been longing to smack and bounce for years. As she sat down, she pulled a quilt up around her – but not before clearing a space on the cushion next to her for me to sit.

I sat down and pulled the quilt up to cover the both of us – and with a sinking sensation, I felt Eliza shift underneath it, leaning her body away from me as she curled up against the arm of the couch. I leaned back in to the pillows and got comfortable, trying to settle in to watching the movie. It was a classic horror film of some description; not particularly scary, and entirely in black and white. I had never seen Eliza watch a film like this before now and was seriously questioning her tastes. About 20 minutes in though, I shifted under the cover and felt something poking my thigh. I reached under without thinking and felt Eliza’s feet, pulled up onto the couch beside me. As I made contact I heard her breath in sharply. I looked at her and mumbled an apology, getting up to head to the bathroom. Then I looked down and caught just a partial outline of a plump curve of silver silk.

Her ass had been an inch from my lap for the past half an hour. Excusing myself, I made the quickest bathroom break of my life, not wishing to disrupt the arrangement before I’d even had a chance to ‘accidentally’ brush up against her sitting back down. As I returned though, I was surprised to see Eliza sitting back down herself – and two large throw pillows placed in the edges of the couch. As we sat back down and pulled the cover up I immediately realized that there would be no accidental ass touching, because it was now impossible to sit together on the couch *without* rubbing up against one another. And to my horror, and almost as if in celebration, as we sat down I felt Eliza’s silk shorts nestle in next to my own flimsy excuse for pajamas and my penis flared with energy, stirring obviously in my pants.

I had no idea if Eliza had noticed or not, but she continued to wiggle restlessly on her cushion throughout the next 20 minutes or so – honestly it could have been two hours and I wouldn’t have known. I also couldn’t tell you for the life of me what the movie was about, other than that it was very dull and the only moment either of us reacted to it was to laugh at an extra giving a particularly over the top performance. Somewhere past the halfway point in the film Eliza shifted again, and this time my breath caught in my lungs as I felt her extend her legs out so that she was laying on her back with her head on the pillow at the far end, her knees across my thighs and her butt perched half on, half off my lap. I couldn’t see her face, but I didn’t dare move for fear of disrupting what was happening here. Right now, my attention was entirely drawn by the sensation in my right arm.

I could feel Eliza’s left arm laying by her side, her hand near my own forearm under the blankets but not touching it – yet. My right hand was laying palm down, directly under Eliza’s ass. She was sitting mostly on top of it, and her silk shorts were brushing rapidly over my own skin. I could barely even entertain the idea as possible until I felt something moist – and heard a feint *schlock* sound. The movements stopped abruptly, and the movie continued as normal – or as close to normal as a movie can get when you’re realizing it’s a thinly veiled scapegoat for what was veering rapidly toward cuddlefucking.

I was sure that my housemate had just been finger fucking herself *in my lap*, but I could barely breath out fully for fear of ruining this all somehow. Of course, my smarter side prevailed in the end – by shooting up though the unbuttoned hole in the front of my shorts, hard as a fucking diamond, as Eliza once again shifted her weight. I could feel the tip wet against the quilt above it, and I instinctively hunched forward bringing my hands up. I stopped myself as fixing the situation would be immediately obvious – why I thought self-control mattered now is beyond me. I couldn’t be certain but I may have also brushed Eliza’s thigh with the tip of my cock; so, slowly, I tried to settle back in while draping the front of my shirt over it. But Eliza had other plans.

*Again*, I felt the slight form laying across me move. As my hands came back out of the way I felt her left knee press against my chest as she lifted her ass up silently under the cover. I don’t know if she had planned it, but with tactical precision she had simultaneously pinned me against the pillow, and revealed my angrily engorged member. I felt the air against it’s wet tip – and then I watched the quilt lower again in front of me as Eliza lowered her ass down right in to the middle of my lap. For a moment I thought she would accidentally crush my cock, but as I felt the loose silk brush over it, I breathed in sharply. Fingers, slick and wet and barely touching me, wrapped around my shaft and guided it up alongside her left thigh. The head of my dick brushed against her slit, sticky, warm and wet, and this time I heard her let out a soft, strangled moan. She barely moved, but I felt her ass gently grind against my lap. Somewhere near the head of my cock I could feel rapid movement as my housemate worked her clit in circles vigorously.

The doorknob to the living room door began to open and before it had even cracked open an inch, the quilt had been secured and I had received several quick kicks to my thighs and chest as Eliza righted herself. The face of our other roommate, Anne, poked through.

“I’m real sorry guys, I’m exhausted – I’ll make it up to you.” The door had already been pulled closed before Anne had finished calling out a ‘good night’ to us, and a moment later we heard her room door close.

Silence. The movie had actually finished and we had apparently been sitting on the ‘Recommended to Watch’ screen for god knows how long. Both of us were breathing heavily, though neither could to look at the other. I could feel pre-cum dribbling down the shaft of my cock though, and after another moment I knew I had to salvage this.

I ran my hand up her long, smooth leg, tracing my fingertips up her thigh and toward those silk shorts. My other hand went to my cock, pulling at it and pointing it toward her moist slit once more. I felt her arm immediately shoot back down to her pants, and Eliza let out an audible sigh has her head rolled over on the pillow and her fingers began sliding rapidly in and out of her cunt. I met her hand with mine, and felt her stop her desperate activity to guide my hand up to her. My thumb began to draw circles around her clit as I felt her mound with my palm and fingers. She had soaked her silk panties and I was surprised at how wet the whole area was; I began to wonder how long she had been at this for. This time, it was my turn to shift. I felt her raise her ass up to allow me to manoeuvre her. I ran either hand up a leg of her shorts and held her firmly by the hips, easily turning her over on to her belly with her assistance. as she turned, I saw her flicking through Netflix. As she struggled to hit ‘Play’ on the next recommended video, I slid my thumb inside her, just to see what she felt like and how she would react. She dropped the remote and immediately buried her face into her pillow, stifling the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I could wait no longer.

As the quilt began to slip off of us, I removed my thumb from Elizabeth’s cunt and, guiding her hips in my firm grasp, lowered her toward my cock. I felt her hand reach back and urgently tap against mine, so I stopped. She quickly arched her butt and slipped the band of the silk shorts down, giving me a quick tease of her asshole as she did. I felt her hand grab at my shaft from underneath her, re-positioning it against her entrance.

Neither I, nor Eliza made any attempt to quiet ourselves as I felt the head of my cock stretching her, then the intense warmth of her pussy as she rocked back on to my hips.

“Oh, *fuck!”* I heard from the far side of the couch as her back arched and she sat, impaled on my shaft. Her thighs were splayed back awkwardly either side of my bent knees. I couldn’t wait for her any more as I pulled her back up to the tip, allowing myself to slip partially out, before pulling her back down on to me again. This time she bit the pillow and made a louder noise. As I fucked upwards in to her, as she bucked down and back against my cock, we began to fall in to a rhythm, and after a moment I felt her reach back and grasp at my hands wildly. Her other hand was a blur of movement on her clitoris, and I heard a prolonged, soft moan in to the far pillow as she tightened around me, then went limp.

I was at my absolute limit but couldn’t let her stop there – and at this point I wanted to see her face. I reached forward and pulled her up in to my arms; she slowly responded, manoeuvring herself in to a straddling position. She didn’t look at me, instead burying her face in my neck immediately. The brief moment I exited her warmth felt like agony, and she immediately pulled me back inside her. I felt every ridge and bump of her as I slid back inside. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and for the first time ever, Eliza kissed me. She kissed my neck, once, then a second time near my ear.

“*Thank you.”* The words slipped out and in to my ear almost silently; they were meant for me only. She lifted her waist and began pumping my cock rapidly, in short bursts that immediately began to build a pressure up in the base of my shaft.

“*Please,”* she breathed.

The pressure radiated through to the painfully swollen tip of my cock and I began to convulse as I came, pumping her wet cunt deep and full. A short gasp as she felt me release inside her, and her movements slowed gradually.

—-

Her arms remained draped around my neck, so I pulled the quilt up around us further and laid back in to the couch. I hadn’t even realized she had put her shorts back in place until I felt myself begin to grow limp and slip out of her warmth. We remained like that for a long time; longer than we should have. I woke up as she was stepping off me in the dark. She pulled the quilt up around me on the couch. As she stood back I could see her tall, slender form illuminated by light spilling in to the room from the window. Her sweater had come off and the light fell across her bare chest, beautiful and marked in spots from our evening. She bent forward and I felt her lips against mine. Then they were gone, and she left me sitting in the living room, unsure if it had all just been a wonderful dream or not.

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