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.