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Summary: Dawn loves to show off her sexuality in front of her boyfriend’s roommates. She slowly teases and torments him in various compromising situations.
Warning: Yes, this story contains sex. No, it won’t happen right away. If you’re looking for a story that starts out full of kinky sex and never ends, you probably won’t like this one. Most of the scenes are a collection of erotic scenes.
I
It was a Saturday night and I was hanging out in my apartment. My roommate Zach insisted I go to a club with him. If nothing else, at least I would get a chance to meet his new girlfriend, who as far as everyone knows is a fox. Not being in the mood (rarely), I declined. I was watching some mildly entertaining movie on cable TV when I heard laughter outside the door and from the hallway.
Glancing at the clock I realized it was pretty late. The sound grew closer and I heard the familiar sound of a key being inserted into the front door lock. Ah, I thought, he took her home. Great.
The door opened and Zack entered, grinning like an idiot. There was no light; only the blue glow from the TV. So I couldn’t see the girl hanging on his shoulders clearly. In my opinion , she is at least in good condition.
“Hey man!” he mumbled to me. He looks like he’s having a great time. I raised my hand from the remote control and saluted him like toast. The girl giggled again, pulled his face close to hers and kissed him hard on the mouth. The two happily walked into the apartment and into Jack’s room. One of them kicked the door shut behind him; the other kicked the door open. The door slammed shut. I heard them both laugh and the girl screamed in delight.
I rolled my eyes. Lucky bastard. I turned the TV on and tried not to let them hear the sound of me having sex in the room behind me. I vaguely considered turning down the volume so as not to ruin their mood, but from the sound of it, the girl was a very passionate lover, and I was pretty sure they didn’t care at all.
I admit I had a hard time paying attention to the end of the movie. As much as I tried to focus on my business, the occasional sound of Zack’s headboard hitting the wall and the girl’s loud moans kept pulling me away.
Eventually the two reached a compromise and the apartment became quiet. I rubbed my eyes tiredly, walked to my room with heavy steps and fell on the bed. I have to admit that I was a little jealous of Jack that night. We are good friends, and yes, I am glad that he is playing well, but I can’t help but curse myself for the drought. With a helpless sigh, I fell asleep.
The next day, I woke up groggy. I had sex as usual in the morning and debated whether or not to fix myself up before taking another nap. Eventually I decided I needed to pee so I had to wait. I got out of bed and walked out of my room to our only bathroom.
My eyes were still half closed and I was absent-mindedly playing with myself through my boxers. I was a little confused, the bathroom door was half closed; it wasn’t locked, but it had stopped blocking the door. That’s weird; Jack doesn’t usually close the door when he poops. My mind was still confused, and I never thought there could be other people inside .
So! I casually opened the door with my foot, rubbed my left eye with one hand and stroked my cock in my underwear with the other. That was the moment I realized I had made a mistake. Now I remembered that Jack had brought someone home with him…
She was standing facing the mirror. I stopped and froze there and looked at her from top to bottom. She was wearing only a light blue towel. I vaguely thought, hey…this is mine …It ended right below her ass, giving me a perfect back view of her whole leg. At first I was mesmerized by the contrast between her skin and the towel on her thighs. She has a perfect figure and beautiful complexion. No visible flaws.
My eyes went down to her buttocks and lower back, and through the towel I could vaguely see the inside of her stomach above her hips. Then I glanced at her upper back and shoulders, which were just as bare and smooth as her legs. Up, up, I came to her slender neck, which was exposed because her hair was tied with something.
She raised her arms and covered her face with her hands. I think she just finished applying makeup around her eyes. Slowly looking down her body towards the mirror, I realized she was looking at me through the mirror.
“Hey! I’m not in your way, am I?” she chirped, as if there was nothing strange in the world.
The sudden sound literally made me take a step back. “Uh…excuse me!” I stuttered, removing my hand from my cock and grabbing the door as quickly as I could and locking it between us.
I stared at the closed door for a moment, trying to comprehend what had just happened. My mind raced to think of the proper protocol for how to respond here. Apologize and explain again? Run to my room and pretend this never happened? Before I could make up my mind, the door opened and the girl stood in front of me, one hand holding the top of the towel that was clasped to her breasts. My eyes were naturally drawn to her hands, which were immersed in the outline of her cleavage.
“I didn’t mean to upset you!” Did he really apologize to me? My face turned red.
“No, uh… no problem…” I scratched my head now and looked around, stealing a glance at him. It was hard for me to follow his gaze. I felt like a kid who just got caught by his sexy nanny. But whenever I really look at him, I see his sparkling eyes and his perfect white smile. God he is…
She held out her free hand to me. “I’m Dawn,” she whispered. Dawn . Normally I’d think it was one of those stupid names given by hippie parents, but at the moment it sounded like music to my ears. I tentatively took her hand and mumbled my name. She just smiled at me. Her smile was almost condescending. It’s popular, but…oddly enjoyable.
Only then did I realize that she was looking at me secretly. Oh yes, I was almost naked. At first I felt uncomfortable with this, but I noticed that her eyebrows raised almost imperceptibly. I hope it means well .
“Okay! Don’t make me keep you!” she said and walked out the door. I sheepishly thanked her and walked in. “Don’t worry, I won’t barge in!” I said laughing, and then the door closed.
I covered my face with my hands and let out a long sigh. I try to get rid of it. In fact, I stood on the toilet for a while before I started to walk. Man, stage fright? Calm down! I finally gave in and breathed a sigh of relief. I made an honest attempt to wash my hands like a civilized person, then opened the door and went back to my room.
Dawn was standing there waiting. “Wow, you really need to go!” she said. Before I could get out the door, she pushed the door open and walked in, rubbing her front against me. I was so embarrassed when I realized she was listening to me. I felt a jolt as she walked past me and I actually felt a slight throb in my penis. My face turned even redder.
After I left the room, I turned to her and said lamely: “Well, it’s nice to meet you.” She nudged me in a low voice, “Let’s just continue this little self-introduction.” She winked playfully and said, I returned to the mirror and hummed happily. She moved a leg back and partially closed the door again. As it blocked my view, I saw her drop the towel. For a brief moment I saw her entire lower back and the beginning of her ass until the door blocked my path. As I took a deep breath and returned to my room, I felt my cock throb again.
Two
Since their first meeting, Dawn has started spending more and more time at the apartment. Zack has (understandably) become fascinated with her. She is a very sociable person and is a free spirit just like everyone else. In fact, despite his typical suaveness and charm towards women, Zack can only keep up with Dawn. She keeps dragging him to another party, another new club.
Personally, I don’t mind too much. Of course, seeing her in this place is not something I’m going to complain about. She has a great look and has no qualms about showing off her looks. It’s not like she was dressed particularly slutty. I think she’s one of those people who can wear anything and make it look beautiful. To be honest, I rarely see her dressed up. Usually only when she comes and goes with Zach. Or in a few cases, she actually dresses it up in our house. Anyway, my eyes usually see her prancing around in tank tops, faded jeans, or short shorts. Nonetheless, I enjoyed it as much as anyone else.
Dawn and I got along pretty well. I never said much to her, but she was definitely happy to be around me. At first, I often felt awkward and out of place. She was very flirtatious when she spoke. It’s natural. For a moment, I really wondered if she was trying to seduce me, or if she was trying to get me into trouble. Eventually I realized that this was probably how she treated everyone, that she was just one of those girls ; still, when she gave me that slight smile, I felt my heart start to beat faster. She kept teasing me about the time we met in the bathroom. Even though it made me uncomfortable, I still expected her attention. Sometimes I even feel guilty about it.
So that was the (rather innocent) situation for a while. As I said, as time went on, her presence in the apartment became more and more of a problem. Apparently her roommate is a monster and she hates living where she is. Apparently, the problem wasn’t enough to make her move . I wonder if she hopes to kick me out of my own place at some point and settle down with Zach.
Anyway, it was already late in the afternoon and Zach hadn’t gotten off work yet. I just got home and when I put the key in the door I found that the door was unlocked. With some confusion I opened the door and saw an amazing sight.
Dawn stood with her back to me, wearing only her bra and panties. I inhaled sharply, I instantly remembered the moment when we first met and I walked up to her. She heard me and turned around with a confused look on her face. When she saw me it instantly softened.
“Oh, great! I need your help!”
Then I noticed that she had several pieces of clothing spread out on the couch. She was sad and dry, trying to figure out what to do for Zach tonightWhat a special thing to wear . Despite my best efforts to stay calm, my eyes couldn’t stop skimming up and down her fabulous body. Of course, as I said, I look at her often…but this time it was different. I could see all of her legs. All of it down to her stomach. Almost all of her breasts. Better than wearing a towel…
“I uh… I’m not really a fashion expert…” I tried to defend myself casually. Now I know a lot of people will think I’m a complete idiot for trying to get out of this situation, but that’s exactly what I did. Dawn is my friend’s daughter… that’s a line I don’t want to cross. I was already too ashamed of myself for jerking off to her image half the time. Anyway, I don’t think I can score with a girl like her, and to be honest, I don’t like being harassed with something I don’t have.
“Of course not! You’re absolutely right!” she explained to me, “As a guy, you’re the only person who really knows what guys like to see girls wearing! Plus, you’re like Zach’s best friend. You know his taste!”
There was a gleam in her eyes that made my heart ache. The way her curves moved when she simply shifted her weight made other parts of my body ache even more. Wear what you are wearing right now…
“She’ll like it… Well, anyway, I’m sure…” This was my last ditch effort. She immediately ignored my comment, looked at me nervously (I couldn’t decide whether to look at her nearly naked ass or her jiggling breasts), grabbed my arm and playfully pushed me onto the couch. Oh well. I can’t say I’m that disappointed.
I’ll try not to bore you with every little detail. Like I said, she had a pile of clothes on the couch with us. Now, I think she would just hold something in front of her body and I would say yes or no and that would be it. No. She went out of her way to try every outfit on in front of me. Then turn me around completely. Then take it off (I mean, she doesn’t step out of anything. Does she have to make everything sexy?).
Worse, for every piece of good writing, she would force me to tell her why I liked it.
“What about this dress?” She made it look so innocent.
“This, this is good…”
“What’s so interesting about this?”
“Uh, uh, it’s… too small…”
“Yes, but don’t men like to leave things to the imagination?”
“Yeah, they, uh, we did…”
“Should I try something smaller?”
Rumble. Before I could answer, she had already released. So of course, the next one is a total slut. “Oh, I haven’t worn this dress for a long time. I was joking…” she pretended to be embarrassed.
I tell you, my humiliation was real. My cock was throbbing at this point, and I was wearing pretty loose khakis, so it was no secret. I kept shifting my legs, trying to make the tentacle less visible, but to no avail. Dawn was clearly delighted. Whenever she wears something overtly sexy , she says: “So what do you think of it?” But she barely looks me in the eye when she asks the question. Instead, she gauges my approval by slowly moving her gaze to my crotch. This makes the situation worse and my body often tenses up a little, causing my erection to wane a little. Her eyes light up with a smile whenever this happens.
I didn’t even bother to hide it after all. The conversation is very explicit. In a way I resented him for messing with me like that, but what was I supposed to do? He had to tease me; I had to stare at his body for twenty minutes. I think my face was always red.
When she finally decided what to wear, I stood up to say goodbye. She went back to wearing just her bra and panties. She unexpectedly grabbed me and hugged me tightly before going into the bathroom to take a shower. I was not expecting this at all, I found myself in that stupid position, my hands floating in the air behind me, I didn’t know where to go.
Maybe it wouldn’t matter if she let go right away, like a normal thank you hug. But things dragged on a little too long. I felt my heart start beating faster again. She put her lips close to my ear and whispered: “You’re a great helper! But let’s keep this little secret… I don’t want Jack to misunderstand… I mean, I don’t know how to dress…”
This makes me a little uncomfortable. It’s sweet and affectionate, yet ironically condescending. Instead of breaking the embrace by pulling away from me, she drew her body toward me and stepped aside. I closed my eyes and the sensations on my still hard cock caused small fireworks to explode. Standing in my little piece of heaven, I realized I hadn’t moved in a while. When I opened my eyes, Dawn had sneaked into the bathroom and turned on the shower water.
She appeared in the doorway and gave me a bright smile. Her hands rose behind her back as she began to unclasp her bra. This had the effect of stretching her perfect, lean midsection while making her breasts swell provocatively. Am I going to see her boobs?
“Let’s get back to talking!” Before I could see anything new, he closed the door with his foot.
Oh no. I went to my room and sat on the end of the bed. My feelings were so confusing. I am horny and thirsty. But my excitement started to wear off. At some point I was starting to feel disappointed that Zac had such a great sex goddess. I was ashamed of the way he had me wrapped around his finger. I was like a puppet ready to stare at any part of his body. Whatever he wanted to hear, he said.
I gritted my teeth in frustration. With this little fashion show going on in my mind, I felt like a tool for her. She loves showing off. Damn teasing. What I didn’t really realize was that when I was jerking her off, I wasn’t actually thinking about her scandalous outfit or having sex with her, but about her shy little smile every time she saw my aroused image.
Three,
Whenever Zack was away, Dawn kept upping her flirting with me. Of course, there was no scene when he was around. But whether she left the room or the apartment, she always turned up the heat to a level just to annoy me. No, I never told Zack this. I thought about it, but what was the point? I knew she did n’t really want to be with me . She just liked knowing that she could do it. Besides, I’m sure she puts on a lot of pretense whenever she and Zack go out. Her pretentious behavior is no secret.
Anyway, one night he went out of town to a concert. I was home alone again, minding my own business. Naturally I wondered if Don would find a reason to come over. It was late in the evening when I found myself shaving, and I actually laughed at myself when I realized my apparent intent. I was preparing myself in case he came over. Control yourself. Sometimes I wonder if my attraction to him is getting out of control.
As the night wore on, I found myself becoming a little irritable. I didn’t want to do anything worthwhile in case the morning came and stopped me. In fact, I was probably even angrier that she didn’t interrupt my night to talk to me . I was wrong about this frustration, though.
So she came. Of course, she didn’t even bother knocking on the door. She walked right in . You don’t mind if I come up to Zack’s room, do you? Oh, of course not, Don.
She was wearing short running shorts that really show off a girl’s ass. On top was a tight sweatshirt. Although not low cut, I could still see her curves perfectly. And it didn’t fall all the way down, showing off her big belly. Ah, the casual sexy look. I wondered if she was actually planning to go to the gym, or if she wore that outfit just to annoy me.
At first she didn’t pay much attention to me. She just went to Jack’s room and relaxed a bit. I thought maybe she really wanted to run away. I’ve been cleaning the kitchen, I assumed I’d be available whenever she wanted to come over. She didn’t take the bait. It was getting late, I was feeling down and decided to go back to my room to rest for the night.
