THE ROOMMATE
About seven years ago, I was sitting by the pool chatting with a neighbor of mine. She didn’t actually live in the building, though, so she’d walk down from her place and we’d meet outside. I’d hand her my second pool pass and essentially sneak her in.
On one particularly hot day, she got into the pool and sat on a pool float. I got in the water and we chatted as I rested on her float. I guess I must have moved in some way and accidentally splashed her, but she groaned with delight.
“That feels good, do it again.”
This time, though, I filled my hands up with pool water and poured it over her flat stomach. She was a runner and had a body to prove it. She was tight, athletic, but had a great ass and small, perky tits.
As time passed, I gradually got more comfortable bathing her, running my hands across her abs, inching my fingers closer and closer to her pussy. Of course, discretion was crucial.
If I had been really confident, I would have whispered into her ear suggesting we go upstairs. But I was too young and shy and even though she probably would have said sure, I chickened out.
After a while, she announced that it was time for her to leave since it was getting late and she had to pee.
“You don’t have to leave the pool to do that. Just go.”
“On the floatie thing?” She asked. “But you’re right next to me!”
“I don’t care,” I said.
Suddenly, without even a second thought, she began to piss. Of course, the puddle collected around her. I watched, mesmerized as she continued to fill up the area where her thighs touched with fresh piss. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to fuck her in the puddle. I wanted to do so much …
We parted ways, I went upstairs and jerked off, kicking myself for letting that opportunity pass. A few days later, I found out she had accepted a job in Texas.
We hadn’t been great friends, so when she moved, that was it. Six and a half years go by and we strictly communicate via liking each others posts on Facebook from time to time. That’s basically it until she texts me one afternoon to say she’s accepted a job and is moving back home and wanted to know if I knew about any rooms for rent.
“I have a spare room,” I said kind of casually, not expecting her to jump at the offer.
Next thing I knew, I had a roommate.
Every once in a while, I’d walk in and find her, naked and wet, getting out of the shower. I’d cover my eyes and apologize and she’d toss on a towel and say, “No worries” in her bubbly free spirited kind of way. She’d fling her long, brunette hair over her shoulder and let it air dry. She’d toss on some PJs and a lacy see-through tank top and plop down on the sofa next to me. Her wet hair was so fucking sexy.
One evening, we ordered in Chinese, drank a few too many beers and got to talking.
I asked if she remembered our day at the pool. She nodded. I asked what she would have done if I had invited her upstairs—if she would have come up or not. She nodded again and started to bite her bottom lip. I wanted to grab her wet hair, pull her close and kiss her. But, there I was—the same old chicken I’d always been.
And so, the conversation ended and we went to bed. And I sat there, jerking off, kicking myself for not taking advantage of the signal—the biting of the bottom lip. So sexy. Such a sign. She was basically saying, “Fuck me” and I dropped the ball.
A month later, a similar shower situation happened. I’d told her I would be out for several hours. But plans changed and I found myself home way earlier than expected. I walked in and found her on the sofa, her PJ pants around her ankles. She was masturbating, clutching her left breast in her hand, writhing, groaning.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Her eyes grew wide and she yelled out, cursing. I apologized and said my plans had changed.
“Jesus, man,” she said pulling her pants up and covering her breasts with her hands. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“If you want,” I said, “I can, uh, I can leave?”
“No, no,” she said. “I was almost done anyway.”
“Ah, well, almost done isn’t any fun. I’m going to … run downstairs and get the mail. You should finish. Really.”
And there it was. That bottom lip bite.
“Why don’t you help me finish?” She said.
My eyes grew wide.
“Okay,” I said as I approached. She removed her hands from her breasts and I leaned down and sucked and bit on her nipple. She giggled and shuffled out of her PJ pants.
I pushed her down onto the sofa and spread her legs as I dropped my to knees and put my mouth on her. I sucked and licked and pulled her lips apart, focusing on her clit. She giggled and groaned and put her hand on the back of my head, pressing my tongue deeper inside of her. Her hair was still wet from the shower.
I hoisted her legs up into the air and pulled her cheeks apart and danced my tongue closer and closer to her asshole.
“What are you doing?” She asked nervously.
“It’s okay,” I said as I pressed my tongue against her asshole.
“Hey!” She giggled nervously.
“Just rub your pussy,” I instructed as I tongued and ate her ass.
She rubbed harder and harder, groaning and gripping sofa cushions.
“I’m cumming!” She screamed.
I slipped a finger into her wet asshole just as she orgasmed and something happened. She gushed. I don’t mean she got a little wet or dripped a little. She sprayed me down with pussy juices. They soaked the sofa and my face and dripped from my chin.
Her eyes grew wide. Her legs trembled and quivered.
“I’ve never squirted before,” she said in shock, her abs still rippling from the experience.
“That was amazing,” I said as I stood up.
“Let me taste it,” she said.
I leaned in and we kissed. She licked and tasted her squirt, nodding happily.
“My turn,” she said.
She shimmied forward on the sofa and pulled my pants down and took my cock into her mouth.
“You’re bigger than I imagined.”
I smiled as she struggled to put my cock deeper down her throat. Her eyes watered and she gagged and pulled out—a string of saliva hung from my cock to her bottom lip. She shook her head.
“Nope,” I can’t she said with a laugh.
“Yeah you can. Try again.”
“Maybe if you fuck my mouth it’ll be easier. Start slow.”
She opened her mouth and I pushed my cock halfway in. She nodded and I fucked her mouth to the halfway point for a minute or so. Drool and saliva gushed out of her mouth and landed on her breasts and dripped, running down to her thighs.
Occasionally, she would scoop up some saliva and use it as lube while she masturbated.
“Deeper now?” I asked.
She nodded and so I clutched her wet hair and pushed a little deeper. She roared, gagging, her eyes growing wide. She pulled out and nearly vomited.
“It’s okay,” I said, my cock throbbing harder than I ever thought it could.
“You like it when I gag on your cock?”
I nodded.
“Well, then,” she said. “Fuck away, sailor.”
And so, with no hesitation, I shoved my cock as far down her throat as I could. She gagged and spewed forth a river of thick, pearly white saliva. It slapped onto my stomach and her eyes overflowed.
“Tap my hip if you want me to stop,” I said.
She nodded, understanding my directions and I continued to fuck her throat. She spat, drooled, coughed and choked as I fucked her pretty little mouth.
“Do you like it when I fuck your whore mouth?” I asked.
She nodded and gripped my ass, pushing me deeper. Her fingers cautiously danced closer to my ass. I tightened up. We locked eyes.
“Do it,” I said.
Suddenly, there was a finger in my asshole as my cock pressed further and further down her throat.
“You’re a freak,” I announced with a large smile on my face.
She pulled my cock from her mouth and gripped it with her right hand, jerking me off while she fingered my ass.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I said.
She nodded.
“Good.”
“I’m cumming!” I shouted.
Suddenly, my cock was back inside of her mouth and her finger was further up my ass and before I knew it, I was cumming. I filled her mouth with jizz, pulled out and waited to see what she’d do next.
She spat my huge load of cum into her hand and looked at me before pressing her hand into her face. She rubbed my load all over her pretty face and tongue, making a mess out of herself, giggling the entire time.
I stood, watching as she proceeded to scoop the cum into her hand.
“Should I swallow it?” She asked.
I nodded and so, my cum, that had been in her mouth moments earlier, found its way back to her mouth and down her throat.
“Mmm,” she said as she licked up any remaining cum that was on her lips.
And then, I guess remembering our day at the pool, she suddenly spread her legs and urinated all over my sofa, soaking every inch of fabric in her hot piss.
My cock grew hard and when she was finished, I shoved myself inside of her and fucked.
“Cum in my pussy,” she barked as she slapped me in the face.
This time, I came within minutes, shooting a second thick load inside of her. I collapsed on the floor and braced myself up against the ottoman and watched as she fingered herself, pulling out strings of jizz from her cunt and eating it in front of me. She gulped down all the cum that I had put inside of her.
“Guess we made up for lost time,” she said.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/74aw25/a_new_roommate_m_f_piss_oral_squirt_prostate
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