I awoke the other night to the sounds of my very desirable roommate wanking herself silly in the bathroom across the hall. I've wanted her as long as I've known her and a horny old pervert like me just can't pass up a masturbatory opportunity like this. It wouldn't be the first time I'd listened in on her private phone sex calls but tonight she'd been loud enough to wake me up from a sound sleep.
I tried to slip quietly out of bed and over to my door. Gently turning the knob and opening it enough to hear better the bolt clicked slightly. I froze where I stood, naked and with a throbbing erection, knowing I'd been heard. I didn't move for a few minutes as she continued, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps as she worked herself up to another crashing orgasm. When it happened she groaned loudly so I opened my door and stepped out into the hall.
The bathroom door was ajar, the light was on and the scent of her arousal was thick and pungent in the hall. Apparently she'd been at it for awhile but I've known her to go on for a couple of hours sometimes. The sounds of her fingers working the soft wet folds of her pussy continued and her breath was raspy. Stepping across the hall with my cock in my hand I peered through the crack between the door and the frame. She was sitting on the toilet with her feet up on the edge of the sink and her eyes were closed. Her favorite red lacy panties dangled from one ankle while her jeans and t-shirt were on the floor. Her fingers worked feverishly at the opening of her sweet wet vagina.
"Am I making you hard?" she said out loud as if she were alone in the house. I noticed that both of her hands were busy at her crotch, two fingers of one hand filling her hot sticky hole, while the other worked her engorged little clit. I thought she must be on speaker phone but there was no response to her query. Her eyes opened and she looked right at the crack I was peeping through as she said "Why don't you just get in here and get after my goodies?"
