A Guilty Pleasure [F]

I was in the midst of a dream, half awake, half asleep. Gentle murmurs and groans filled my head, I stirred and squirmed under the covers before I sleepily opened my eyes, realising these sounds were not in my dreams, but were coming from my flatmate’s room next door.

I grinned to myself and yawned as I rolled over, ready to go back to sleep. I fidgeted and kicked my legs before I turned over once more. I could not sleep. The sounds next door were getting louder. The fucking was relentless. It went on and on. 

I sat up wide awake, unable to stop myself listening intently. Eventually I caved and was honest with myself. I liked the sounds. The feeling between my legs told me so. I threw the covers off and slid my fingers into my panties. It was confirmed. I was insanely turned on. I was instantly wet. 

I clambered onto my knees and pushed my ear against my wall. My flatmate made little whimpering sounds as she was being pounded by her boyfriend. I knew this because I could hear her bed squeaking and waning with every thrust. He made grunting sounds with every plunge into her. It was fast and hard. I slipped my fingers into my panties once more and pressed my ear harder to the wall. I tease my juices up and down my lips and clit as I listened carefully. 

I imagined what her pussy looks like. I bet it must be soaking wet to be fucked that hard. I thought about her boyfriend’s cock sliding in and out of her, his cock slick with their juices. I felt a gush in my panties and ripped them off quickly, desperately wanting my own pussy to be fucked in the same way. 

In the midst of their blissful fuck, I caught some words thrown at my flatmate from her boyfriend. “Get on top.” Those words made me throb as I imagined her climbing on top and sliding her already soaking pussy onto his throbbing cock. I listened. Quietness, followed by gentle creaks from the bed. She was riding him now. 

I slid two fingers inside of me, matching her rhythm. Slow to begin with, before moving fast and hard. I closed my eyes imagining her gyrating her hips on him, fucking him senseless. The sounds of my wet pussy being finger fucked alongside with the sounds next door were becoming too much for me.

His groans told me he was getting close. I was too. I heard him cry out as he orgasmed. I imagined his hot cum shooting into her and could not contain myself any longer. I gripped the wall and came as quietly as possible, rocking my hips back and forth, out of breath and exhausted.

I slowed my breathing down and lay back in bed, imagining my flatmate lifting herself delicately off her boyfriend’s cock and imagining his cum dripping down her legs. 

What a guilty pleasure indeed. 

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11k3gtw/a_guilty_pleasure_f