The room mate’s girl

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Back in the Early 80’s I lived in a 2 bedroom apartment building with one of my High School buddies, Steve. Steve’s girlfriend, Sandy, was a little quirky but she had a smoking hot body and I would often hear them going at it behind the closed door of his bedroom which was across the hall from mine. I could hear his waterbed splashing around with every thrust and I could hear her moan in pleasure and sometimes let out a muffled scream. I could only imagine what it looked like as I stood outside his door and masturbated to the sounds of passionate sex just a few feet away.

Steve would sometimes work the overnight shift and one evening I found myself alone in the apartment with Sandy. We were winding down for the night and she asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint with her. I obliged and that’s when things started to get interesting. I decided to turn in for the night and retreated to my bedroom leaving the door open. I could hear her shuffling around in the living room and after a short while I thought I heard a noise at my door. She whispered my name 2 or 3 times and when I didn’t answer I could hear her enter the bathroom and turn the shower on. After about 5 minutes, I got out bed and peeked down the hall, noticing that the bathroom door was open…strange, I thought. I could not see beyond the shower curtain and it was killing me to think of what was on the other side. Not wanting to freak her out, I went back to my bed. When she was done showering, I heard her walk down the hall, past my bedroom, and into the kitchen which was in sight of my bedroom door. Curious, I got of bed again and peeked through my bedroom door into the kitchen. There she was, in all of her glory, standing in front of the open refrigerator getting a snack. Her ass was perfection and I could just barely make out the outline of her pussy from behind as she bent over. Then she turned around, exposing the most perfect set of tits and slightly hairy bush that my young eyes have ever seen. She could not see me because my room was dark and I was barely peeking around the corner, although I suspected she knew I was watching her…or maybe she thought I was asleep and she was fantasizing that I was watching. She stood in the kitchen for awhile and I stripped naked and started to jerk off, totally enjoying the view and wishing I was brave enough to just walk out and confront her. When she turned the lights off and started to come out of the kitchen I retreated back to my bed, careful not to make any noise. From my bed, I could see that there was a light on outside my door. After a short time, I got back out of my bed and looked out my door to see that her bedroom door was open and the light was on inside her room. I could hear her TV and noticed the smell of a cigarette smoke. I figured she was going to be there for a bit so I mustered up the courage to walk down the hall, butt naked, and carefully peek around the corner of her open bedroom door. What I saw was stunning. She was sitting upright on the bed with a pillow lodged behind here back smoking her cigarette. She was completely nude and I could see every inch of her beautiful body. Her tits were full and firm and her nipples slightly erect. Her right leg was stretched outright and her left leg was hanging off the side of the bed giving me the most perfect view of her gorgeous pussy. Her pussy was slightly wet as if she were aroused, possibly from the thought that she was fully exposed and that I was in the next room or maybe because she had been touching herself. I stood in the hall and masturbated for awhile, wondering if I should just walk in and do what we were both probably wishing for. Ultimately I decided that I couldn’t do it because it would make things too awkward for Steve and I so I went back to bed and finished myself off.

The next day, Sandy acted like nothing happened. I moved away about a month after that incident and never saw her again. 40 years later, I still think of that night and kick myself in ass for not approaching her while she was clearly putting on a show for me.