NB: Fake names are used in this story.
This happened a while back, while I was in uni and living on campus.
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It was sometime past midnight. I was on a call with my (now ex) boyfriend, and we were having some pretty bomb phone sex. My legs were spread wide, my fingers were rubbing my cunt, I had my juices dripping down my ass and legs… it was pretty wild.
Then: I hear a knock on my door. (I nearly got a heart attack lol)
I ignored it at first, hoping that they would go away, but then the person knocked again, more insistently this time. My boyfriend told me to hang up and go check it out. With much reluctance, I agreed.
I couldn’t find my towel or robe or anything (it was pitch black lol), so I threw on the one piece of clothing I could find: a thin, and very skimpy tank top. It was low cut and… didn’t cover very much. If I tugged it down to cover my cunt, my tits would be out and my nipples very much exposed. If I tugged it up to cover my cleavage, my pussy lips would be hanging out. It’s a tank top! What d’you expect?