It’s 10pm in Vancouver, on a chilly fall day. Lisa left work, and just caught the last bus back to her condo. It was a 30 minute ride on a usually busy bus, but with so many people still working from home and her late hours, the bus was practically empty. She put her headphones in, and put on a relaxing playlist on her Spotify app. Her work clothes had a tinge of sweat to them, and her wedge pumps were digging into her feet since 6.
After a long day at work, Lisa decided to take a shower, and then change into her loose fitting white top and grey pant pyjamas. Sometimes a couple of the buttons on her top would unbutton themselves because the flannel button holes were too lose. It was annoying, because she didn’t like it when too many of them got undone, and she would be in the common area of the condo.
As she was taking her shower, the hot water massaged her neck and back, and her thoughts drifted away from the day’s stress. Thankfully, the shower had a detachable head and multiple settings. She adjusted the water temperature, and took the shower head into her left hand. Lisa moved the shower head down to her kiki, and with her right hand, began playing with herself. Her mind drifted to Henry Golding, and imagined being in his embrace. He would go down on her, and wouldn’t stop until her body began to shudder and tremble. She finished up, and got out of the shower. She noticed her left nipple was a bit hard, and a bit dry and itchy. She decided to put some light cream on her nipples, slowly caressing it into the rest of her breasts. Lisa counted that she was about a week away from per period, and noticed that her boobs were getting a little tender and a bit swollen. She was quite happy with her boobs – not annoyingly big, not completely flat, and often complemented on by past lovers. After putting some other cream on her face and hands, Lisa put on her pyjamas and was ready to watch a little bit of Squid Game before going to bed.
Her roommate, Grant, was already passed out on the couch in front of the TV. He usually works out on Friday evenings, and this must have been a long week for him as well. He left the TV on, albeit quietly enough to not be a nuisance. Lisa noticed that a blanket that covered his body was slowly falling to the ground.
She’s lived with Grant for almost 4 months now, getting connected through a mutual friend. The condo was a 2-bedroom, and was a good arrangement for two hard working professionals.
She thought twice about disturbing his uncomfortable sleeping position, and really wanted to watch Episode 5, so she decided that it would be best to wake him up and make him go to his bedroom.
“Grant” she whispered. No reaction. “Grant” this time with a normal voice, as she stood over him, between the coffee table and the couch, facing away from the TV. Still the boy didn’t budge. She saw him as a boy, but as a 24 year old, he was a year older than she was. His smooth jaw line, clean shaven face, and self-cared for body were definitely not a problem for her. His good cooking skills and neat-freak cleanliness also made it easy to live with him.
“Grant” for the third time, this time a little louder, made him stir a bit, as the blanket covering his body fell down to the floor. He had a t-shirt on that was a bit too short for him, revealing a six pack, and a clean shaven stomach, and hip muscles that pointed towards his dick. His black pants were a bit low, and a bit of black pubic hair was sticking out. Lisa thought for a moment. Maybe she won’t wake him up. She decided to sit beside him on the couch, as the 3 seater had enough space for her to comfortably put up her feet under her butt, with her knees pointing towards him and her torso towards the TV.
Lisa grabbed the remote, and just let Grant lie there on the couch next to her. His head was close to her knees, and she could reach his dick if she wanted to lean over him. With the thought in her mind, she turned the Episode on, and turned the volume up a bit.
Grant startled from the introduction of the show, groggily tried to make himself aware of his surroundings. He looked up at Lisa, and put his head on her lap. She hesitated. They didn’t even hug before. They had no physical contact aside from a few handshakes when they first met and agreed to live together, and a few grazes and accidental bumps in the kitchen when they’d be rushing for work in the morning, but that’s it. She decided she was ok with it. He’s out cold and the show is getting intense.
A little time passed, and she noticed that Grant put his hand down his pants. Is he sleeping? Does he know where he is? Grant meanwhile, was half in a dream state, half conscious and trying to make sense of the dialogue on TV while his dreams about fondling tits started to swirl in his mind.
Grant started to tug on his dick. Lisa didn’t notice at first, but from the corner of her eye, she saw a bit of commotion, and decided to look. She could see down his pants as his right hand slowly stroked his dick. She could see the head of his dick getting buried by his fist and then peaking back out as he pulled down on his shaft.
She was intrigued. A bit grossed out that her room mate is jerking off in front of her, but also a bit flushed.
Lisa put her hand on Grant’s chest. He startled a bit, but then went back to his half dream state, half slow motion jerk off marathon.
Lisa decided to leave the TV on, but began to divert her attention to Grant.
Her hand slowly slid down his chest on to his six pack. She felt his stomach muscles twinge a tiny bit. Her torso now fully leaning over Grant meant that her breasts were right on top of Grant’s head, only an inch or two above.
Grant came into a bit more consciousness. His dream started to fade as he became more aware of his surroundings, but still unable to fully piece together what was happening. He felt someone’s soft hand on his stomach, slowly going towards his dick. He used his left hand to search for the blanket he thought he had, and managed to grab it off the floor. He pulled the blanket over himself, and pulled his pyjama pants down, letting the mysterious hand find his treasure.
A gun shot on TV startled Grant and Lisa. Her hand went for Grant’s dick, as her right breast pressed into his face.
Grant realized what was happening, and his somewhat hard dick started to pump so much blood that he thought it was a balloon ready to explode. Lisa’s soft hand was incredibly seductive, and took over what his right hand was doing. Meanwhile, he lifted Lisa’s loose fitting top, and started to gently kiss her gorgeous breast from the bottom up to the nipple.
Things started to get a bit heated, as Lisa and Grant began to enjoy each other’s body. This went on for about half an hour, and the show ended.
Instead of playing the next episode, Lisa grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
She turned her attention back to Grant, to see if they could take this further, but Grant’s dick softened, and his eyes were closed. Grant, from exhaustion, fell a sleep.
Quite unfulfilled, Lisa went to her bedroom, closed the door, and finished herself off with a good rubdown and a quick climax.
She wondered what the next day would bring, but didn’t let her have it bother her, and quickly fell a sleep.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qj1g8o/fm_roommates_no_sex
Need this turninh into a series. So hot.