Lesbian Roommate Sex: I Can’t Stop Thinking About Her ♕

My Roommate Can Hear

I have a lesbian roommate sex fantasy and I can’t hide it anymore. I know she hears everything. Or at least I hope she can—walls are thin enough. And with any luck, she’ll know that she’s the reason for my moaning. I started that day’s session as I always did. As soon as I got home I took off all my clothes and lay in bed, dripping wet already. I had spent all day thinking about her while at work. As I mindlessly went about my day, all I could do was imagine that sweet little face of hers buried between my legs. Her tongue moving up and down, exploring every inch of my pussy.

I’ve always had plenty of toys in my room, but they’re too strong. I am a sensitive girl, and overstimulation can sometimes ruin the moment. And besides, she hadn’t arrived yet. We leave work roughly at the same time, but she runs to the gym for a quick workout before coming home. She doesn’t like to use the showers at the gym, too shy. Better for me, because I get to see her all sweaty and exhausted. And it just makes me want her more.

My Lesbian Roommate Sex Fantasy Was Running Through My Mind

The image of her lifting weights, running, her leggings tight about to burst; every eye on the gym locked on those perfect hips and that huge ass of hers… the sweat dripping down her cleavage, falling in between her tits. If I was dripping and warm all day long, I was by then a soaked mess. I jumped on my bed and started playing with myself. Rubbing my clit gently as I started building up momentum. The temperature rising.

With the pleasure, moans came. I started slowly, purring gently, savoring the moment as I waited for her to come home. It is hard for me to keep quiet, always been a problem since I was a teenager, so when I started feeling good, moving my fingers in circles, I couldn’t help but moan loudly, calling her name as my fingers grazed my clit. I tried to tell myself I should stop, but then the door creaked open, and she was finally home. Time to switch my fingers for something stronger.

She shouted I’m here! and, being the horny mess I was, I jumped out of the bed to open my drawer. My drawer is full of sex toys, lube, and all sorts of stuff that one may use to make oneself cum. I grabbed two: my 12-inch dildo, and my Hitachi wand. So desperate to cum I was, I didn’t notice my door wasn’t entirely closed.

I Hope My Roommate Comes In

I had some lube on my nightstand, and I clumsily poured it from the bottle onto the dildo. Then, I plugged in the wand and jumped back into bed. Even wet as I was, and lubed up as the dildo was, shoving that whole thing up my pussy was a daunting task, but god it felt so fucking good. As I pushed in the dildo inch by inch, I screamed in pleasure, knowing full well she’d be hearing. The thought of my friend and roommate listening to what a little whore I was being… it drove me crazy. Once the dildo was deep inside, I took the wand, set it on its strongest setting, and let it touch my clit. It is my favorite toy, the strength it has, the powerful vibration, and the way it makes me tremble, I knew it would ruin me in a matter of minutes.

With my other hand, I grabbed the base of the dildo and I started furiously fucking myself as the wand overstimulated me. I could not stop screaming. And the idea that she may have her ear stuck to the wall, listening to my moans, maybe even touching herself, drove me over the edge. I imagined instead of a simple dildo, it was her, wearing a strapon and fucking me mercilessly. At last, I came, screaming so loudly I thought the entire building may have heard.

After resting for a few minutes, letting the orgasm wash over me with a big smile on my face, I turned my head. I noticed the door was open, and not only that, she was there, watching me. When she noticed I was staring at her, her face went red, and she disappeared. I could have sworn her hand was inside her pants. Did my lesbian roommate sex fantasy become real?