Quarantine

It turns out that I have a friend in a sexy situation or at least for one more day. This particular female friend moved to Austin a couple of months ago. The decision to rent an airbnb for a couple so months before landing her own place landed her a room in a house owned by a really hot guy. Oh, how she loves to describe his workouts and late evening Old Fashions.

Did she make a move? Nope. She played it safe while she was home from work with him, but in my story this is not the case. I’ll be putting myself in her place and created a journal format to express the story.

Day 1

It’s first day of quarantine for the both of us. We are an unlikely match, but close in age. He’s about 5’10” former Marine and likes to work out a lot. This I like to watch. He does this in his garage and enters the kitchen sweaty and thirsty. I’m always here for this. I breathe in his smell.

Day 2

I stopped wearing my bra. There is no point to holding them all in anymore. He obviously is not. Today I caught a glimpse of the head of his cock out of his shorts when he dropped his towel that he uses to wipe the sweat off his forehead onto the floor. He squatted down and I saw it. When he stood back up my nipples were hard and making my auroral known for him to see. Okay…I think something is going to happen.

Day 3

I make A show of cooking lunch during his work out time. I pinch my nipples while I cook making the most healthy meal to be impressive. I wear a tank top and cut off jean shorts. This time as I turn to see him walk through the door my breast jiggle.

Did I see hardness below his shorts?

Day 4

I think he purposely snuck in behind me while I was baking some gluten free muffins. The aroma in the kitchen blocks his sweatiness so it takes me by surprise when he whispers in my ear…’Sorry, I just need to grab this.’ I feel his breath on my neck and a brush of his forearm against my shoulder. Just the sense of touch on my skin gave me goose bumps. He notices We chatted taking each other in and then he said he needs a shower.

Day 5

Fuck it. I’m not wearing panties today.

Day 6

Okay, so yesterday he must have went out because I did not see him. I’m still not wearing panties. He expects me now and walks in with a grin. I feel like he can tell I’m naked under my short sundress. My tan skin is glowing because I laid in the sun in his back yard yesterday.

He asks me if I like Old Fashions. I love them, I say. Friday night, he says. It’s Wednesday. Or is it Thursday. I’ll have to check.

Day 7

It’s Thursday.

Day 8

I debate on shaving not just my legs, but my armpits and pussy. I decide against it, too obvious. We rendezvous around 7 pm in the back yard.

I wear panties and no bra.

His Old Fashions are made like a seasoned bartender with top shelf Bourbon. The only thing missing was the block of ice. It’s strong and I sip slowly. He looks handsome even though his hair is getting unkept from not being able to get a hair cut. He did not shave either.

We begin to flirt heavily, but I don’t let it get too far yet. I excuse myself to bed and remind him the next time not to make my drink so strong.

Day 9

I have a slight headache today and end up sleeping late. I miss the garage to kitchen entrance because my schedule is thrown off. Instead I lay in bed and masturbate before getting up to grab a snack for dinner. We pass each other on the way to the kitchen and he smacks my ass, hard. Sleeping in, huh? He asks, but it’s more like an accusation. I say nothing, grab my snack and go back to bed, but not before checking out his faint hand print on my butt check.

Day 10

He’s out today so I lay in bed masturbating again. This time I use a dildo and lots of coconut oil. I figure he is gone so I go to the bathroom which is down the hall naked. He is actually not out, he is here and standing at the other end of the hall way. I don’t turn around embarrassed, but keep walking. With piercing blue eyes he stares at me. My breast jiggle. I’m so aware. When I get to the bath room I watch myself cum in the mirror.

Day 11

We are back to our garage to kitchen routine. I’m making a soup and stirring it over the stove in my favorite sundress. No panties. I feel him stand behind me, he presses against me testing me. I don’t move. I like the feeling of his hard cock pressing against me. He presses deeper and his cock pushes through the fabric of my dress into the crease of my ass. You don’t need to that, he whispers in my ear. I am grilling tonight. See you at 7 pm.

At 7 pm I get a not so strong Old Fashion and he grills us some chicken breast he was able to find. This time I can drink two. After dinner he invites me to sit on his lap. I feel his hardness immediately which turns me on. We don’t kiss, but his fingers trace my inner thing. I let my legs fall open more inviting him. He is an ex marine so he has control I think because nothing else happens.

We say goodnight, but he adds something. With a playfulness he tells me that he is going to leave me a note outside my bedroom door for me. This causes me not to sleep all night.

Day 12

He wants me to do something. That’s what the note is about. First he tells me he has watched me masturbate from my bedroom window. I was wrong when I thought he was gone and I did not close the blinds. He was doing yard work the whole time. He and ever so politely asks that I masturbate so that I am very wet. When I am done he wants me to lay on the kitchen table so that my ass and pussy are at the edge of the table. He says to do this at ‘our usual time’.

Our usual time is around 3 pm so I start at 2 pm laying in bed with my legs spread and begin touching my clit. I’m already wet waiting for this to happen. I take my time imagining he already watching me. I leave the blinds up so he can if he wants. I rub my thighs slowly, lick my fingers, spread my lips open hoping that I have an audience. By the time I am done I am well lubricated.

I can hear him lifting weights in the garage when I enter the kitchen. Situating myself on the table takes a little time to get it just right. My knees are pulled up to my chest to expose my pussy as he asked. By the time I am in position he should be walking out the door, but I hear him on the phone. I don’t know if this is on purpose. The tension makes me wetter and aroused. I gush with no actual stimulation and let out a small sigh when he walks through the door.

He pulls up a chair to me or rather my pussy. My throbbing feels out of control. First he smells me. Damn you smell good, he whispers more to himself than me. At this time I am surrendering to his tongue and fingers as he feasts on me. I gush again. He slowly slides two fingers in me and then out to taste me. Soon he is in a rhythm of licking, sucking and fingering me. His fingering becomes fast and hard. I spread my legs more inviting it. Finally I squirt so hard that it’s falling onto me like a rain.

Day 13

Another Old Fashion and another evening in the backyard. I volunteer to be naked. I rub the cold glass against my nipple while he works the grill. He wears shorts and no shirt. My alcohol buzz makes me brazen. I have no problem going into the house, grabbing a cushion from the sofa and plopping in on the ground in from of him.

I look up at him and touch his cock through his shorts. He’s already hard. If he came yesterday I don’t know it. He stops my hand. I’m saving this for tomorrow, our last day together. He tells me he wants to fuck me all day, have his way with me, but for now if I want to grab my dildo and let him watch me fuck myself with it I can.

I do this.

While I go grab the dildo he sets up one of the lawn chairs to that it faces him. He sips his drink as he watches me slide my dildo in and out. When I rub it against my clit I end up squirting. I repeat this four or five times. When I do I lick myself off the dildo. He thanks me, gives me a kiss on the cheek and asks that I am in the same place on the table, but earlier like 10 am.

Day 14

(To be continued…)