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Day 8 (Continued)Like I said, a lot happened today. What I witnessed last night has been forefront in my thoughts all day though.This morning I decided enough was enough. If she wants to stay home and masturbate all day, fine. All I want is to not have to do everything when I get home from a long and tedious day at work. I left her a note next to the sink before I left today (a sink that I had to empty of dishes I might add). I just wrote; “Melanie, haven’t had much time to talk this week. Conflicting schedules and all, I know. If you have no other plans tonight I was hoping we could chat about a few things. -B”Hopefully I’ll be able to go over what I’ve been feeling and maybe not have to do as many dishes when I get home tonight. But I guess we’ll see.Even while I was at work today, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw last night.She was so lost in her own pleasure, she hadn’t even noticed me watching her. Despite my own lustful thoughts, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed at peeping like that. Even more so this morning, it just felt…wrong. Very wrong….and so very, very hot.I decided at work that I should probably tell her. It’s the right thing to do, right? Maybe I won’t mention that I got off to watching her but just telling her that I saw her would make me less of a pervy peeping Tom…right?As I mentioned, the sight of Melanie relentlessly fucking herself refused to leave istanbul travesti my mind. I couldn’t focus on anything, especially my work. I had been driving the forklift when I was lost in that memory of her cumming. The way she moaned in particular, music to my perverted ears. I spaced out for a moment and nearly drove it into the wall of the warehouse. I snapped back when the forks were only a few inches from embedding themselves into the wall.I’m just thankful nobody saw. I took my break a few minutes early to clear my head. That’s actually when I first started writing all of this down. Problem was however, that reliving the memory while I put it into this notebook started getting me going again. I had a full hard-on right in the middle of the break room. You could see my dick through my jeans!I couldn’t think straight, Melanie was in my head and refused to leave. I knew I wouldn’t have been able to focus with her clouding my thoughts like this. So I…well I’m not proud of it but I jerked off at work.Luckily I was the only one on break at that time, so no one was around to question why I had locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls.When I closed the door, I stopped trying to focus. Letting the memory of Melanie fully replay itself as lustful thoughts filled my mind.How she moaned, the sounds made as she thrust her toy in and out of her wet and aching pussy. I remembered travesti istanbul it all in luscious detail.As my hand glided over my pulsing cock, I imagined her mouth enveloping me. How it would slide over my member as I twitched in pleasure. Her emerald green eyes would stare into my own just as I lost control and climaxed.I was already so fired up, it only took a few strokes for me to explode against the stall door. Ashamed as I am (both for masturbating at work and for doing so while thinking of my roommate again) I was thankfully able to focus better for the rest of my shift.Traffic was murder on the way home. What was normally an hour trip took nearly twice as long. By the time I finally got home I couldn’t care less whether Melanie was still awake to talk or not. I didn’t expect her to be, and I was too exhausted for that conversation anyway. The last thing I expected however, was to see her stark naked and passed out on the couch.Though I suppose life has a funny way of keeping us on our toes.The day had left me fatigued but the sight in front of me made my blood rush. Melanie was certainly confident in her own body, and rightfully so. I’d noticed she had been wearing less and less around the apartment over the past few days, but I didn’t expect her to strip down completely!Hearing my neighbors come out of the elevator down the hall snapped me back to reality. istanbul travestileri I rushed in and quickly shut the door behind me.As the door slammed, Melanie jolted awake. I froze in fear while she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched her limbs.Reaching above her head to stretch her arms showed me an exquisite view of her breasts. Her supple figure immediately had me aroused. My dick stiffening and pointing in her direction. Towards what it wanted.”Oh hi, Bradley. How’d work go?”- – -Melanie still felt aroused when she woke up that morning. Not uncommon given her career’s effect on her sex drive, but this morning was for a different reason. Seeing her roommate stroke his cock because of something she had done herself, and without even touching him, had turned her on in an unfamiliar way. The feeling of being desired to that extent was euphoric. Almost a high in itself just thinking about him wanting her so badly to be driven to such measures.As usual he had already left the apartment for work by the time she woke. She didn’t mind, though she spent the majority of her time in her bedroom; the privacy and silence was appreciated. Especially since she had gotten into the habit of walking around the apartment in her underwear, or sometimes completely nude. Since quarantine began, clothes had become strictly optional.After her standard morning routine, coffee, shower, breakfast, more coffee, she had fully intended to do the dishes but was not completely unsurprised to see them already washed and put away.”He must be really frustrated, but I can’t exactly do them if they’re not dirty,” she thought. “Maybe I can help in some other way.”

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