Caught by My Housemate Pt. 01

*My first submission! A big Thank You to neverwass for editing support and positivity*

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In my mid-twenties, I was living in a shared house with four other professionals: three women in their twenties and early thirties and one other guy like me in his twenties.

We were all friendly with each other after living together for six months. We each had our own room, but shared a kitchen, lounge and bathrooms.

After one particularly challenging week away with work, I'd got back home for a Friday night and was pretty tired, but really needed to let off some steam, and being single, I looked forward to jerking one out. Before I could do so though, Sophie, who had a room next door to me, stopped me as I was going into my room.

"Hey Alex, it's Amanda's birthday tomorrow. We have a card for her, please can you sign it and get it back to me before she gets home?"

"Sure, no worries," I replied. "I'll sort it out in a bit," and took it into my room. I put the card on my bedside table next to a glass of water intending to sign after I'd rubbed myself to orgasm. I closed my bedroom door, set out an old t-shirt on my bed, stripped off and sat on the t-shirt knowing that I'd have a lot of cum to release and it can go some distance when it's been a while.

Off I went with some porn and pretty soon a particularly powerful orgasm rushed through me and I groaned with the unusual intensity. I unloaded both barrels into the air and thankfully it landed on my pre-prepared t-shirt that I would then throw in the wash. Don't judge me, I was 24!

Once I'd regained my senses, I wiped up with the t-shirt and bundled it up and left it on my duvet while I put my phone down and got into some comfortable pyjamas. As the cum had flowed over my hand, I wanted to go wash before signing Amanda's birthday card, so I headed towards my door to go to the bathroom over the corridor.

As I opened the door and stepped out, I immediately ran into Sophie coming out of her room in a rush-- we bumped chest to chest in the close proximity and both apologised, her for rushing and me still somewhat conscious of a slightly cummy right hand.

She looks into my eyes and quickly says "Oh, sorry Alex, Amanda's on her way back, can I get that card?"

"Ah I've not signed it yet Sophie, sorry, let me just--"

She cut me off. "No worries! I'll just grab it if that's ok?"

"Uhhhh let me just go to the bathroom and I'll--"

Again she cut me off pleasantly, having glanced into my room through the open door. "I'll just grab it, no problem!" and dashed in before I could stop her, leaving me standing in the hallway, torn between helping and getting washed up. The quickest route to my bedside table was over my bed, so she jumps up and crawls over it, nearly putting her knee right on my jizz covered t-shirt bundled on my duvet. As she reached, I couldn't help notice her figure and ass in her comfortable leggings, but before I had time to appreciate it much longer, she'd grabbed the card. As she was rushing, she knocked over the glass of water from my table, with the water spilling over my bed and pillow.

She was mortified. "Oh, shit, sorry Alex!", she gasped in apology. Being a good girl, she tried to fix her mistake to protect my pillow by mopping up the spill with the closest available and suitable item-- my bundled up t-shirt.

I realised what's going to happen so I jumped towards her to try and stop her from handling my goop, but it was too late.

As she's much closer to the spill, she grabbed my t-shirt and started to mop up the water, but after a few heartbeats she suddenly realised the t-shirt was already much wetter than would have resulted from just the water and so paused. A look of confusion crossed her face, and she glanced at her hands.

I still recall it all in slow motion.

She looked confused at what made her hands wet, so slowly brought her hands to her nose to sniff. All the while I'm trying to walk around my bed to snatch my t-shirt from her. She sniffed at her hands and then sniffed the t-shirt. My cum clearly smelled much different from water, because the look of confusion on her face changed to a mix of horror, apology, disgust, and strangely, interest. Her eyes met mine and her mouth dropped open.

Her eyes flitted from my eyes, to my right hand, to the hallway leading to the bathroom, back to my hand, back to my t-shirt and I could see the moment of comprehension in her eyes. Her face changed.

It changed to an evil grin, clearly knowing exactly what I'd been doing and what the guilty look on my face indicated. She looked into my eyes and asked: "Have you just had a wank?"

I was caught. I was speechless. I couldn't move.

"Alex-- did you just have a wank and am I holding your cum in my hands?"

My eyes must have given her the answer, or at least my lack of action proved my guilt.

And then she slowly raised her hands to her face, inhaled in one long breath and then-- still an image burned into my memory-- licked her fingers whilst looking directly into my eyes.

You know those moments when time changes speed? Sometimes, it goes so fast that you blink and miss something important. At other times, it seems a moment lasts for years. This moment was one of the latter kind.

Sophie, sitting on my bed in her pyjamas, looked into my eyes whilst sucking her fingers that had some residual taste of my jizz on them, was a moment that made time stop.

I still hadn't answered her. I was agog at the totally unexpected series of events that had originated from a seemingly harmless wank. I suddenly became aware of my gormless face gaping at her. I closed my lips, swallowed to wet my dry mouth and decided to shoot my shot.

"Yes, that's my cum shirt. I cum quite a lot sometimes. And today was one of those days."

Her face remained unchanged; a heightened sense of interest, a touch of nerves and a hunger for something more. She kept eye contact-- how did she do that? Such confidence!

Now I had finally spoken, she seemed to take charge again and without pause, but with a slight adjustment in her body position, holding her shoulders back so her chest pushed forwards, and her legs folded under her, she asked: "What were you wanking over?"

"Uhhh, I'm not sure you'd like that answer," I replied. I don't know how I did it, but the words got lost on the way from my brain to my mouth and came out with a tone that I didn't intend. Instead of giving her, the good, innocent and pure girl that she was, an out from talking about my porn preferences, I took on a tone that implied something more intimate and connected with her. Her face showed she took it to mean that maybe, instead of me telling her a relatable tidbit of my porn category choice, I had instead been masturbating whilst imagining something much closer to home.

"You mean someone I know?" Her face lit with interest at this supposed revelation.

"You're wanking thinking about someone I know!" She now accused playfully. "Was it Rachel?" (Our other female housemate). "She's always wearing those short skirts and I see you looking! Or was it Amanda?! Her tits are awesome!"

Again, my ability to speak had left me. Maybe it decided I was fine on my own. Maybe the blood was needed elsewhere, because I could feel an unmistakable swelling in my pyjama shorts. I realised this conversation was going right in so many ways, but I was just along for a ride.

"Er no it's not them--"

"Was it me?"

That last was delivered with quietness, urgency and intensity that I could read in her words and her body leaning forwards that she wanted me to say yes. I went along with it.

"I mean, please don't be upset! I just needed a release after being away this week."

Sophie's face was a picture of joy for just an instant before she quickly covered it with a look of forced disappointment. But her eyes twinkled and her smile stayed in the corner of her mouth.

"Hey, Alex, wow, I mean... wow, I'm so flattered! I didn't think you saw me like that. We've never really connected like that, but wow. So you were sitting here, on your bed thinking of me whilst you rubbed your dick to make yourself feel good and came thinking about me? Fuck that's so hot. Wow. I can't believe it." At this point, her words were rapid and her breathing short, her chest panting.

Comprehension dawned on me. Far from her being upset, she wanted me to be jerking over her. I let her continue

"How long have you been doing this? I mean, not tonight. You didn't seem to be in here for long. No, I don't mean to say that you've got no stamina, because I imagine you do. Not that I imagine you. Well I have, but anyway, what I mean is for how long have you felt this way about me? As in days, or... weeks?"

I sat down next to her. Her panic was growing and it seemed my legs would also give out.

"I couldn't tell you. It's not something I remember. But to answer your questions: yes I was wanking in here. I came on that shirt and was headed out to wash my hands when we bumped into each other. It's an incredibly embarrassing way to have this chat with you."

Then my brain finally did its job and reminded me of something she'd just said.

"But wait - you have imagined me? You said you'd imagined me?"

She went instantly red as she realised her slip up and her eyes sought mine again for signs of hope.

"I sometimes think I hear noises in here through our walls," she said, calmly and slowly. "Your bed creaks when you get on it. Then there is a pause and some quiet, although I think I hear noises that must be from your phone, then a grunt or moan. Then your door opens and you head out to the bathroom and return. I know guys need to do it often."

"Oh my god you hear me?"

"Yes, but it's fine! It's cool! I just didn't realise I'd caught you tonight! It's fine Alex, honestly so fine!" She spoke with such gentle care that I felt reassured.

We were silent as we both pondered these revelations. The silence did nothing for my state of arousal. Her closeness only seemed to add to it.

Then came the words that changed it all. Her voice was close to my ear now

"Next time... can I watch?"

I was rock hard.

No doubt about it, my cock was a solid block in my thankfully loose pyjama trousers. Still, I could feel it pulse, and tent up. I was immediately aware that Sophie was sitting a hand's breadth apart from me on my bed.

Arousal overwhelmed me. I still had to check that I was not misunderstanding her.

"You want to watch me masturbate?"

My voice was thick with emotion. It became deeper and slower, a bit raspy as I spoke those words.

She raised her head, tilting her jaw in a nod to challenge me, or maybe to challenge herself. She swallowed and the rhythmic pulse in her throat caught my eye and I looked at her neck and lines of her shoulder bones leading away under her vest top.

"Yes, please may I? I am, after all, responsible for causing you some discomfort, so I'd like to make sure you're fully relieved of any tension. I promise, it will stay between us, Alex. You can trust me. I really just want to see you stroke yourself for me. Will you do that, with me, please?"

In answer, I strode over to my chest of drawers. I reached down to the second drawer, opened it, pulled out a new clean t-shirt, and turned back to her with a smile.

"May as well give you the full experience then, hadn't I?" I spoke this in a teasing, gentle manner hoping to lighten the thick tension in the room.

She smiled back, her face alight with arousal, glad that her risk was paying off and alive with anticipation at what we'd agreed to do. To cross this boundary from just housemates to something else, as yet undefined.

I crossed beside my bed, spread out my shirt and arranged my pillows to support my back. My usual routine, but now doing it with Sophie in the room watching me.

"I'm going to set up then. Are you sure you want this?" Giving her the option to back out seemed gentlemanly to me at this point.

"I want this. Show me how you jerk yourself. I'll sit on your bed and watch. God, I'm such a slut"

I put my thumbs in the waistband of my pyjamas and pushed down a little. I paused, building the moment. Would she look at my dick? Or would she be shy and look away? Or would she look at my face? I looked at her and her eyes were glued, fixed, unmoving on the area of skin now revealing itself. Her breath was faster again.

I pushed down slowly and firmly. My erection was going to get caught by the waistband, but I'd not adequately prepared for this and it was too late to stop. Under Sophie's direct gaze, I pushed until my pubes and crotch came into view. Then the lower parts of my cock showed and her eyes widened slightly. Then my cock sprang free, the tension of my bulging erection causing it to bounce out, startling her with its ferocity.

"Ooommm" was the noise she made. Somewhere between an 'mmmmm' and an 'oh.' Quiet, involuntary, pleased and aroused all at the same time. Her tongue wetted her dry lips, and she swallowed audibly. Her gaze devoured me now. I am not huge, I am average in all respects, so her appreciation was lighter fluid to the flames of my excitement.

I pushed my pyjamas off. I stood before her, stiff and fully exposed and she said nothing with words, but her body was quaking with need. Her eyes were fixed on my erection before her, from purple head to bulging shaft to tight balls. Having this woman visually admire my cock made my stomach feel tight in pride.

I got onto the bed on hands and knees and sat on my shirt. I opened my legs, planted my feet on the duvet, spread my knees and started to touch my cock with my right hand.

I wondered if I'd be able to deliver a good cumshot for my audience, having so recently emptied my balls so heavily. But this situation was the hottest thing I could remember and my cock was eager to show Sophie what it could do.

I looked up at her, and in the same moment firmly gripped my cock in my hand and slowly slid down the shaft over my circumcised head and down to the base. Then I pulled it back up and back up again. A small bead of pre-cum appeared. I used it to smear over the exposed head of my cock with just my thumb.

She seemed transfixed at what I was doing. She hadn't moved since she had sat on my bed in what seemed now as an age ago. She now shifted her position so she was more focussed on me, and so now sat on my bed, her bum and back touching my right leg as if it was propped up. She put her right hand on my leg. This was the first time we had touched and it was electric.

Her touch and presence was causing me to start racing towards completion. I could feel the excitement in my balls. They were so heavy again in preparation for another ejaculating, so soon after a most recent explosion.

My hand was closed around my cock, now firmly pumping and pulling at a moderate pace in my fist. Sophie was touching my leg gently, lovingly, her eyes travelling now up and down my body and watching me jerk my cock for her. It was becoming apparent to me that she was extremely turned on, but unfortunately that realisation also caused me to start feeling the first pangs of orgasm approaching. I did not lose my self respect to shoot my load on the first go, so I slowed my jerking motion, letting my cock go and with my thumb and finger pulled down gently on my ballsack in a tried and tested technique to keep from cumming too soon.

"Why do you do that?" Sophie asked, interested.

"I'm getting close to cumming, so I want to slow it down and make it last. Doing this helps that," I responded.

"I don't want you to slow and stop. I want you to cum for me, no matter how much is left."

She pondered for a moment and then without seeking any approval, changed her position on my bed, now kneeling between my outstretched legs facing me. She was inches away from my cock. And then she casually reached up each hand and pushed the straps of her pyjama top over each shoulder and pulled down her top.

Her tits were magnificent. Shapely and round, the skin smooth apart from around her pointed nipples from their erected state. She knelt before me, showing me her topless self and said simply "Now, cum."

I didn't need to be told again.

My hand gripped my shaft, and I went for it. My eyes were trying to take it all in: her face, her boobs, her skin, the whole scene. It was too much.

I felt it first in my balls, deep and grounded in my very core. The rush of pressure and warmth moving up through my inner self. A tide of pleasure breaking through and up my shaft. My cock head pulsed, bulging as it prepared to release, and a thick rope of white jizz burst out of my dick, arched in the air, and as I closed my eyes, a spurt of cum fell with a gentle splat on Sophie's thigh. Another followed, not so powerful this time, and it oozed out over my hand as I slowed my pumping. More cum now flowed out and I took my time basking in an all-mighty orgasmic release.

Sophie spoke first. She sounded breathless.

"That. Was. Amazing. Wow, that's just incredible to see in person. I never knew you had such a beautiful cock, and now I also have some mess to clean up."

She then put her middle and ring finger from her left hand on her thigh and scooped the dollop of cum onto them and put it in her mouth.

"So much better fresh than from a t-shirt," she said, matter of factly. Her top still around her waist and her eyes enjoying the puddle of cum forming where I sat.

"I'll go clean up. It looks like you need to do some washing too", she said with a smirk. I lay there unmoving, my cock still in hand, panting heavily from my release.

Getting up from my bed, she moved to my bedroom door and paused before opening it to say, "We should do this again tomorrow, but tomorrow it's my turn."

Sophie, moments after saying her goodbyes, bumped into Amanda who was standing in the open doorway, having just returned home. Now Sophie's composure lost, as Amanda's face broke into a grin at the sight of me lying on my bed, cock in hand, and Sophie with her tits out. Amanda's warm voice broke the silence.

"So... is this my birthday surprise?"