[Trigger warning: This story has some themes of non-consent and bondage. Please be safe and sexy while reading.]
Day 16 with my new roommate.
Things are slowly getting better. Move-ins are always tough.
This morning she was prepping some breakfast in the basement and even offered me a cup of coffee. It was a very kind gesture, but I politely declined. I already had a cup, and two always makes me poop more than I’d like. She shrugged off my reasoning with only a slight look of disdain. To my surprise, she even scrubbed the dishes and put them on the rack before finishing up.
Today she chose not to wear much, only a loose fitting flannel and a pair of boxer shorts. Very “domestic-chic” which gave me a little giggle. As she finished up the dishes she bent down to put the soap and scrubber under the sink. She intentionally bent at the waist, presenting her ass to me. The boxers were one of my old pair, and since my legs were considerably thicker than hers, I was able to see past the fabric and onto her soft flesh. She made a point to look back at me while still in full bend. Of course I was looking. And of course she saw me.