It was the morning after the night before. I’d been out with friends on a Sunday night that was getting out of hand and my FWB, Bec, had been out with friends of hers. We’d texted each other and gone back to her place. The sex that night was tipsy and a little lazy and not all that memorable. I’d ended up staying over because I had Mondays off work and Bec was still a student who worked nights.
Now it was a warm Monday morning in late summer and sun was coming through Bec’s big bedroom window. Her room in her big apartment/share house was on the first floor (that’s the second floor for our American readers) of a three storey building on a fairly busy road, and looked out onto that road through a window that ran almost the whole length of the outward-facing room. I think she’d pulled the curtains back and let the sun in to try and wake me up from my mild hangover, and her leaving the bed for the bathroom had probably woken me up. I lay on my back naked under the sheet and shifted to a more comfortable position in the middle of the bed. The remnants of sleep and the realisation of where I was brought my cock to total rock hardness all on its own.
Soon Bec came back in while I almost dozed off again, wearing a large t-shirt that still wasn’t big enough to disguise her large breasts jiggling underneath as she walked. She was voluptuous with large squeezable tits that made me think of little else other than how each felt in my hand, and a plump, perky butt that made me think of little else other than how it felt to spank. Despite having little in common in most areas of our personalities we had a very satisfying sex life. It had taken a while to warm up to each other but we became very friendly and open with each other despite having very little to discuss outside of the bedroom.
After closing her door and cracking open the window slightly she got onto the bed and pulled the sheet down and proceeded to give me a slow and sloppy blowjob, seeming to enjoy the fact that I was already hard, and enjoying licking me up and down before taking as much of me into her mouth as she could every so often. She reached over to my wallet on the bedside table where she knew there’d be a condom, came back to my cock to lick off any excess saliva – an important point if you’re going to wear one – and took it out of its wrapper for me to put on.
She gingerly lowered herself onto my cock, stretching herself out. Our sex life made me a little lazy because she was often wet from giving me head, and she quite liked the feeling of stretching herself out on my cock, or she’d prepared herself earlier, which I think was what happened that morning. Once she could take me fully, what a glorious sight above me – her cheeks reddening, her lips red and moist against her pale skin, her long blonde locks flowing around her shoulders, bathed in sunlight from the open window. I put my hands up and under her shirt to squeeze her breasts and she momentarily slowed while she took her t-shirt off, soon settling again into a rhythmic riding. I kept kneading her tits and she threw her head back, moaning slightly. When I pinched her nipples she started gasping, which I kept up for a bit before suddenly stopping and clasping my hands behind my head.
She looked down at me, eyes ablaze with lust, and dug her nails into my chest. She increased her speed, as if having to work hard to reach orgasm now that she was receiving less stimulation.
I momentarily closed my eyes and was surprised when she dropped her chest to mine and stopped moving.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘There’s a guy, out the window… I think he saw.’
To be clear, it was a long window but it was at bed height. Cars drove by fast and across the road was an unoccupied construction site. So I guess neither of us had really thought anyone would see what we were doing inside. But if anyone had stopped and looked closely, yes, I guess they would have been able to see Bec from chest height, and it was pretty clear what she was doing.
So I rolled us over so she was on her back and I was on top, moving us closer to the window in doing so. I put her legs in the air and re-entered her and she gasped and pinched her own nipples. Holding her by the ankles I got into a rhythm and after a while I looked out the window, and yes, there seemed to be some kind of road worker out there, a youngish skinny guy, just staring and fairly expressionless. I put Bec’s toes in my mouth and sucked a little, and her moan-screams went up a few notches in volume. The road worker guy cracked a smile and gave me the thumbs up. I gave him the finger in return. I don’t even know why I did that. But I was more turned on than ever.
Bec arched her back and lifted her waist off the bed so her pussy was raised and I was hitting her g-spot as I thrust pretty hard and fast by that point. She clawed the sheets under her and screamed with every thrust. Next time I glanced out the window the guy’s co-worker or supervisor down the street must have been calling him back to work because he was nodding his head and beginning to go, but he was lingering. Bec went briefly silent before letting off a high pitched scream as she came hard. I came shortly after in a long lasting and immensely satisfying orgasm of my own.
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