Hi! My name is Ella and I am a twenty four year old American journalist living in London. I have lived here for about four months now, I moved right after graduating from NYU with a journalism and mass-communicated degree. I write for a teen advice column in an online magazine. I love life, but I found out recently that with my salary I cannot afford to live on my own. I put out a poster online and almost immediately got a few offers. I declined some but one stood out to me, a twenty five year old male personal trainer named Eric who was looking for a roommate in the heart of London. Perfect! I called him up and we met for coffee on a Wednesday evening.
He was about 6’2 with chocolate brown hair, which he used gel to create a perfect quiff. He obviously had a great body, defined but not body builder material. With a sexy muscular back, that rippled as he walked to the restroom. I knew right then I wanted him. Badly.
He was a great guy and we have now been living together for two months. We live in a two room flat with a modern, clean looking décor (or at least it was before he moved in). Overall he is a good roommate, he mostly cleans up after himself and is good company. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention HE IS GORGEUS! With a chiseled jaw and light stubble, piercing blue eyes that just ooze kindness. It takes all I have to keep my hands to myself, especially when he is feeling cheeky and likes to rub up against me while we make dinner.
Tonight was one of those nights. We were making steak and potatoes, and he had just brought the steak in from the barbeque.
“Ugggghhh! Fuck its cold as shit!” he said as he dropped the plate of steaks on the counter and started to rub his hands together.
“Hahaha aww poor baby!” I said as I gave a look of mocked compassion.
“Careful” he said. “I know your secret”
I immediately thought of my fun in the showers I like to take in the evenings after dinner. There was no way he could know so I just brushed it off as a joke. We sat down for dinner and the flirty banter seemed extra sexual tonight.
“I like those pants” he said as he shoved a piece of steak in his mouth.
“Thanks Eric! They’re new, just bought ‘em today!” I said as I glanced down at my dark blue Lulu Lemon leggings.
“They make your ass look magnificent” he winked.
I blushed slightly and looked away with a small forced laugh. “Magnificent? What an odd choice for a description of an ass.”
We both laughed and conversation went back to normal. After dinner was cleaned up I went to have my shower as usual. As I was on my way to the bathroom (which we share) in my robe we bumped into each other.
“Have fun” he said with a wink, and quickly shut his bedroom door.
I just shrugged and went in and started the shower up. The shower was next to his room so I always had to keep my moans quiet as not to alert him of what was really going on in the next room. I dropped my towel in front of the giant mirror glass wall. I always liked this mirror because I could check myself out at all angles. My waist long golden blonde hair and dark green eyes stood out from the grey walls of the bathroom. I had c-cup boobs and small curves. I am a dancer so I have a toned and firm but soft bum that was definitely large for my frame.
I assumed my usual routine of washing, then masturbating while sitting on a stool in our larger-then-reasonable sized shower.
The next day was pretty normal, sitting at home on my laptop and writing for troubled teen girls. I was wearing a loose grey shirt, with the same leggings as yesterday. I began to get cold and I decided that I wanted to get Eric’s large red sweatshirt from his room that I often borrowed because it was massive and amazingly comfortable. I opened his door and realized that I had never been in this room before and it was quite nice, other then the floor being littered with clothes. I looked around and found it on his bed next to his Mac Pro laptop. I grabbed it and put it on, turned around and went to leave the room when I saw it. The wall that I had once thought was just a mirror was actually see through. Everything I had done in the shower was clearly visible to his prying eyes.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT” I yelled.
All of a sudden I heard the front door open and Eric yelled “Hey Ella! I’m home!”
I was furious and stormed out of the room and slammed it’s door behind me. I swiftly walked into the kitchen where he stood in his red muscle tee and black athletic shorts. I stood and stared at him, this was certainly not the first time I thought of him sexually but this time I actually thought I had a chance. If he had not told me of the glass, that means he enjoyed it being there. My stomach flipped. It was now or never I thought.
“I know our secret” I said as I slid around the island and stood in front of him.
The corner of his mouth perked up in a crooked smile that made my knees weak.
“The glass? Yeah I see you were in my room, huh?” He said as he gestured towards his sweatshirt on me.
I glared at him, he smiled back. Everything I had done in there he saw, EVERYTHING!
All of a sudden I felt a huge wall of embarrassment hit me and I turned to walk away. Then out of nowhere I felt two large hands on my butt cheeks squeezing. I turned looking back at him. I swatted his hands away and he spun me around and pressed me into him really tightly. I could feel his dick hardening and I smashed my face against his. Passionately kissing and panting together. This was really happening, I was finally going to fuck this god. He lifted my legs up around his waist and he started to walk down the hall towards his room. Once the door was closed he slammed me against a wall and started feeling me everywhere, I was his to have.
“I’ve waited so long for this Ella, fuck this is awesome. All those times watching you in the shower, you don’t know how horny you make me”
This was music to my ears and I just gave in to all of the sensations around me. Before I knew it I was on the bed underneath him. He was clearly the dominant and I didn’t like it. I pushed at his chest with my hands and he didn’t budge. He stopped the kiss.
“Wanna fight do you?” he said with a devilish smile.
“I fight dirty, baby” I whispered in his ear, then sucked his ear lobe into my mouth.
A low grumbling came from his throat and I had faith that this wouldn’t be that hard. He dropped all of his weight on me and I moaned at the feeling it gave me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and ground my pussy hard into his dick, which retrieved a great moan from him. I kept going and started kissing and sucking on his neck. His breathing got heavy and I increased everything. Now! I thought to myself as I threw all of my weight over him and ended up on top just as I wanted. I smiled proudly at him and pinned him arms.
“Shit” he said.
We went back to kissing and grinding. I sat up and took off his sweatshirt, then my shirt, then my bra. He just lay there under me watching me bare myself to him. As I tossed my bra to the side of the room his eyes widened.
“I’ve seen you naked so many times before, but you being right here on top of me, its just so fucking sexy” he panted as he took a nipple into his mouth.
I smiled at the compliment but then quickly got off of him and reluctantly ended the sensation of his mouth on me. I scurried backwards and sat on the end of the bed.
“What the fuck, Ella?” he said with a clearly disappointed face.
“I just remembered something. You’ve seen me completely vulnerable and open many, many times but you’ve never repaid the favor” I smirked.
“What do you want me to do? Jerk off for you?” He leaned back on his elbows and smiled through his confusion.
I smiled at the suggestion and started taking my leggings off. He eyeballed me and I gestured for him to do the same. He started to take his shirt off looking very confused. After we were both fully undressed I could not pry my eyes away from his manhood. So beautiful, sitting there with purple and blue veins lining it. I finally looked up at his face to see him smiling proudly of himself. I blushed and looked down at my bare body.
“Go on Mr. Imsohot” I said.
I sat down on the bed and watched him grab himself and slowly stroke upwards. I saw a drop of precum drip from his head as I bit my lip. It took everything I had not to go and shove him into my mouth. My focus remained on him stroking himself. After a few minutes I looked up to see Eric’s eyes closed and his head back against the headboard. I softly chuckled and decided I had tortured him enough. As slowly as I could I made my way up the bed until I was on all fours in front of his throbbing dick. He was still undisturbed in his land of euphoria and I went for it. As his hand went downwards and uncovered his sensitive head I took a long lick up and flicked that sensitive spot guys love.
“MMMmmmmrrrggghh” he groaned as his eyes shot open and made eye contact with me on top of him.
“Just couldn’t resist could you?” He said.
“Is that a challenge?” I replied.
“Let’s see. How about whoever cums first loses?” He said.
“Fine. What does the winner get?” I said.
“What about the winner gets to fuck the other for his or her own pleasure only?” He said.
“Deal!” I replied a little more enthusiastically then I should have.
I pounced on him and he chuckled through our kiss. I sat my pussy in the perfect position on top of his dick to give him maximum pleasure. I started to slide up and down on him and I heard many loud growls from him. I started to moan to turn him on even more and he took the bait easily.
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