A few years ago I shared an apartment with a friend of mine. I had a girlfriend who came over regularly on weekends and she so did she. Each of us had our mid 20s lives to care about, I worked from home, she had a daytime job, at night during weekdays we usually spent some time smoking weed and watching tv.
For some time, this was her daily routine:
She came home around 7 pm. She’s pretty, skinny, dark blond, and works in office clothes. At that time I’m sitting at the computer desk finishing my work. She goes to her room and puts on some pijamas, sweatpants or a thin a blouse and shorts. She’s never been a fan of wearing a bra, and her nipples are almost always erect (or they just look like so), a gracious thing for her B cup breasts. She goes to the kitchen and asks me to roll a joint while she’s has some snack and goes to the toilet.
In the living room, we had an L-shaped couch facing the tv, she comes back with a thin blanket and sits on the larger side supporting her back on the arm of the couch, knees bent along the couch covered by the blanket. We light it up.
– put something on the tv, anything
We usually watched brooklyn99, or the office or anything, but none of us really watched it, we were just talking or on our phones, really.
In between smokes we have cigarettes and perhaps a beer, she leaves her phone in between her legs, under the blanket. She always keeps one hand under the blanket, with the other one she drinks, and smokes and smokes.
– So how was your day?- I had this meeting… and she starts talking about it.. her breath becomes heavier over time, she takes longer pauses. I can notice her arm moving under the blanket. At some point, she stops talking and asks me back. I just keep talking but i’m actually paying attention to how her face is blushing.
At some point, she slides down to a laying position on the couch, knees bent and legs apart, we are not chatting anymore. She’s taking a puff here, messing with the phone not really doing anything, or sometimes messaging someone, same hand still down the blanket. I hear little, almost inaudible moans which is by the time she asks me to turn the tv up a little. Her hand down the blanket is visibly doing a lot of movements and I struggle not to look directly until at some point she extends her legs outside the blanket, contract her fingertoes really hard and gives a long sigh, pretending to be stretching.
Sometimes she then gets up and goes to the restroom, I hear the sound of the shower douche for a few minutes, followed by joyful moanings. I went up to the restroom door to hear it closely once or twice, but that’s not my thing. Other times she goes to her room and I hear a buzzer sound followed by quieter moanings, sounded like she was skyping someone. That’s also sexy. Once I was in the living room when she left her room after this ‘session’ wearing a towel and a t-shirt. Went to the kitchen and came back eating a banana. Sexy af.
There was this one time, the couch thing endured for hours, at some point I decided to go to bed and she stayed there. When I woke up next morning she went to work and her blanket was there, and so were her panties, kind of wet.
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I never openly asked her ‘hey are you masturbating in front of me?’, but as things started to get too weird we eventually moved away. If you meet her in person or in social media, she’s just a regular person, I guess it’s all about fantasies, who can judge anyway.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jrw5ux/my_flatmates_evening_routine