The next couple of weeks went as normal around the house. My classes picked up pace again and aside from the occasional quickie with my girlfriend, I wasn't getting off nearly as much as I needed too. At times I'd be able to keep myself secluded in the basement bedroom long enough to jerk off and release some stress, but it just isn't the same when you can have someone else help you with it.
I naturally longed to be alone with Sonia for only a few minutes during these two weeks, but it never happened. If my girlfriend was around, I was always with her, but when she wasn't, either her mom or her brother would be home leaving me no time with Sonia. We lived in the same house so I saw her about a hundred times a day. And every time we saw each other, she'd give me a nervous little grin and blush, then avoid my glance. At that point I would remember how she looked with my cum covering her as she rubbed my balls, and wished I could just have a little time with her again.
That Saturday was a blessing. My girlfriend and I had been out late the night before and I was thankful that I could sleep in. Trisha had to go to work early leaving me around 7:30. I dozed off and on after she left and was finally getting back to a solid sleep when I heard the door to the washing machine open. As I mentioned before, my girlfriend and I had our bedroom in the basement which, of course, was where the washer and dryer was located. I had lost track of the times that we were in bed (sleeping or otherwise) that someone came down to do what they considered to be an absolutely crucial load of laundry. I also have the misfortune of being a light sleeper so the slightest noise of footsteps coming down the stairs usually wakes me. Being so tired, I hadn't heard anything until the washer door open.
I groggily opened my eyes and blinked as I adjusted to the sunlight coming through the basement windows. I could just make out a feminine form that was definitely Sonia's. Still being tired I wasn't thinking about anything beyond sleep so I closed my eyes against the light. "Morning Sonia," I murmured.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry! I was trying to be quiet. Mom asked me to wash my brother's little league uniform before he got back," Sonia giggled. I could hear her throwing things into the washing machine.
"Then send her down so I can kick her ass, please," I replied, shifting in the bed and trying to find a comfortable position.
"Actually, she and my brother went to my aunt's so they won't be back until this afternoon," Sonia answered. My eyes opened at this. I still wasn't completely focused on sex, but my focus was beginning to shift from sleep. I was going to say something to Sonia about maybe ordering a pizza for lunch when I saw what she was wearing.
She had on a tiny two piece bikini that was yellow with a red pattern emblazoned on the material. As Sonia was standing profile to me throwing clothes into the washer, I could see that the top tied at the back. Rather than having shoulder straps, it was one of those that had a single strap that stretched around the neck to hold it up. The bottom of her bikini appeared to tie at the hips. And man was her body gorgeous! My eyes traveled up her legs to her rounded ass, then to her narrow waist and flat stomach, up to her breasts. I had always thought her sister had larger tits, but now I wasn't so sure. And she had her long black hair pulled back in a pony tail.
As she started to pour detergent into the washer, she dropped the cap. With a curse, she put down the bottle and stood on her toes to try to reach the cap from where it had fallen into the machine. Apparently, to get a better reach for it, she turned away from me and leaned way over. Now I could clearly see that her bikini was a thong, and though there was enough material to cover her snatch, the remainder was pulled tightly into the divide of her ass. I was never much of an ass man, preferring (like most guys) to focus on a nice pair of tits. But at that moment, watching the material of her thong saw back and forth as she struggled to pick up the detergent cap, I almost converted. At the very least, I was rock hard and not even thinking about sleep.
After a few more seconds, Sonia found the cap and stood up straight again. "Going tanning?" I asked, more to try to get her attention back to me than actually caring what she was doing in a bikini.
"Yeah. I was hoping to actually get a tan before we got too far into the summer," she laughed.
"Do you have to go out right now?"
"Well, the best times are between ten and two, you know," she mockingly stated in a very professor-like voice. "Besides, some of us don't wait to get up at ten."
"Trust me. I'm up," I chuckled at my little pun that probably really wasn't even that funny.
Sonia turned to me smiling. "Awake doesn't count. You actually have to be ..." And then Sonia got the joke.
"Really?" she said. I simply nodded. "That happens to guys in the morning though, right? Something to do with having to take a morning pee?"
Here goes nothing. "This morning it had more to do with your choice of outfit than anything else," I stated. My hand was now slowly rubbing my cock through my pajama bottoms. She could still probably see the motion under the covers.
"My outfit?" Sonia looked down as if suddenly realizing she had developed breasts and curves. Now she turned red. "I didn't think about it much."
"Trust me. I'm thinking about it now," I laughed. "I've really been thinking a lot about last time. I was hoping we could do it again." Here was the test. It was one thing to convince her of this after I had just cum on her, but now this was a fresh start more or less.
"Really?" Her new favorite word, it seemed. "You thought about it?"
"Many times. Anytime I get myself off now, that's what I fantasize about."
She didn't say or do anything except stand there. If I hadn't noticed her breathing increasing, I would have thought I'd offended her. "Do you..." she hesitated. "Do you want to do it again?"
Thank God! "Please, if you'd like I mean," I offered, giving her a chance to change her mind.
