I caught my flat mate peeping at me trying on new lingerie sets… so I slept with him. [FM]

So I’ve recently moved into a new apartment. Having gone through the annoyingly tedious ‘searching for a flat’ process I finally settled on a modest three bedroom with one of the bedrooms already occupied by a guy. When I first came to view the flat I also got to meet him and let me tell you… the sexual tension was beyond palpable. A 6’1 guy, 32 years old. Quite stocky, looked like he used to workout when he was younger but has become more comfortable with age.

After I moved in and we got more comfortable around each other I noticed that this guy certainly loved his grey sweatpants, but he never wore any underwear and whenever he walked around the flat or sat down, I couldn’t help but notice that he was packing. I knew he wanted me to look, and my slutty brain took the bait.

Fast forward a few months and I’m casually in my room, trying on new lingerie sets I’d ordered for a certain sexual photo/video, subscription focused website. Now, I’m the kinda woman that enjoys being watched, I have sixth sense of when lustful eyes are on me and he was peeping through the crack in my door. I’d had a bottle of wine to drink and I was feeling horny and particularly brave so I asked him if he was going to just stand there and watch or if he was going to help.

What’s the point in an office fling if you don’t end up banging in the IT cupboard ??‍?? [f] *photo included*

I got an office job to support myself while studying as an PA/ office temp ( pre COVID obviously when offices were still a thing). I’d get sent to various offices around the city. One day I got booked for a receptionist cover job for a few weeks at a swanky office.

The first few days were pretty boring and then one of then I met one guys from IT. He was instantly flirty and had the kind of smile that just made me giggle and smirk. After going for drinks a couple of times we started sleeping together. It was good , pretty standard at first until he admired to me that he gets really turned on fucking in places he shouldn’t.

Fast forward a couple of weeks and i get a text to meet him in the IT storage room/cupboard. Tough choice… finish my spreadsheet or get my legs spread…. what do you think I chose?

Once in the cupboard he grabbed me and started guiding his fingers up my skirt with his other hand over my mouth to stop me squiring in delight. He made me promise to be a good girl and stay quite. Then he turned me around and yanked my skirt up past my waist. He grasped my hips and guided himself into position before pinning me onto the filing cabinets and fucking me.

My PT stretched my leg so deep we ended up fucking ??[F] *picture included*

Ok I’m back for some more tales of some of my past hook ups. A couple of years ago I had a personal trainer who I’d have session with 2-3 times a week. I’m not ashamed to admit that I picked him out of the list because he was the hottest from the list. I never really gave no indication that I would fantasies about him after every session. I was trying to keep our relationship strictly professional… oh how naive I was.

Fast forward a couple of months, a lot of very tense moments of eye contact and increasingly wetter panties after each session and we had reached the end of another session. The studio was empty and he was helping me stretch out my hamstring. While he was poisoned on top of me, using his weight to push down my thigh a slightly tilted my hips. Noticing the momentary touch from my hip onto his legs he laughed and said “careful there, you wouldn’t want me to get the wrong idea”. I felt a rush, I could feel myself getting a little flushed and with a cheeky smile I replied “or the right idea”

The Uber driver saw me release my inner slut *PICTURE INCLUDED* [F]

Having originally received so much love for my initial story, I’ve had a few of you enquire about all the slutty things I get up to when I decide to hook-up with a guy, so here’s one that stands out in particular. Also included is a pic of the lingerie set I had on underneath.

As you’d know if you read my previous story, I love the idea of having lustful eyes on me. This particular evening I could almost sense the sheer sexual intent I was getting from this one guy across the bar. He was about 5’10, toned, brunette but had quite an innocent face. He comes over, we get to chatting, buys me a drink and next think you know I’m on the dance floor with his tongue in my mouth. His hands start exploring as he runs his fingers over my double D tits which were already popping out of because they are very, very hard to contain. He knew he had me for the evening, but I don’t think he realised just how slutty I can truly be.

University helped release my inner slut. *PICTURE INCLUDED*

When I first started my university degree, I considered myself a modest and relatively reserved small town girl. However that doesn’t mean I was naive. You see, I’ve always been aware of the ‘assets’ I have and of the attention that they attract. Genetically, I’ve been blessed with huge 32DD tits and peachy ass and let’s just say that they help me get my way in a lot of situations.

I ended up having a lot of wandering eyes locking themselves onto me in bars and nightclubs. As time went on, I found myself enjoying it more and more, slowly becoming comfortable with it to the point where I began to wear sexier, more revealing dresses and outfits.

I’d hook up with a guy every now and then but just the idea of being watched and wanted made my pussy so wet in the first place. Wet to the point where I’d literally have to remove my panties because they were soaked.

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