title: quick and unexpected
author: Hotpants
keywords: MF cons Fsolo

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This story is a "collaboration" with another author on asstr. I gave him positive feedback, we bounced mails, it got a bit flirtatious and I thought I could give him something back. So "quick and unexpected" is also the way the story was written.

He started with the following theme:

"Your flatmate goes away for a few days, and a friend of hers is coming to stay. It's not until he arrives that you realise he's a man. And that night, you hear him, with his hand on his cock...

Do you go in to assist, or do you pull your knickers down?"

and this is what I made of it

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so it is that evening.. of course, I goof around in front of the screen as usual... when i hear those noises... i freeze and listen. breathing... pounding? nooo, i am making this up... it's really time i get a boyfriend... i get on with emailing... but those noises... they ARE rhythmic, no doubt about it. I listen and smile to myself, amused, he clearly did not realise yet how thin the walls are. I picture him and realise that i feel a little twitch down there myself... but i do the chicken thing... My hand wanders down and i start stroking myself between the legs, through the fabric of my jeans, listening...

While I picture him there in the room his trousers down, his cock exposed, working his hand up and down the shaft a strained look on his face, i start kneading my own breast with one hand. the other one soon opens the button and unzips my fly and I shove my hand down... absorbed by the situation... I do wonder if he thinks about me, he did clearly check me out earlier in the kitchen, but i do not really care... i hear a little suppressed moan as well and increase the pressure, i am soaking wet... when suddenly the noises stop - no moan, no acceleration? that did not sound orgasmic to me... but I am to absorbed by my own needs now, I quickly try to think of something else, and finish what i started, sitting on the desk chair, hand down my trousers and rubbing frantically with my index finger.

I hear steps, I hear the door and then I hear him walk towards my door... I freeze. He knocks on my door. I quickly remove my hand, zip up and answer "come in?" The door opens and he steps in, but remains at the door. He is a little young but he is not unattractive. I find it very difficult not to look down at his crotch, I try to look firmly in his eyes, but cannot help noticing that he does have a sportive build. 

"What is it?"

He looks about my room

"Oh, I was just wondering what you're up to..."

I am on keeping-the-appearance autopilot now

"Nothing big, working, working, always working..."

He looks at me and I can see a little twinkle in his eye 

"Really?"

He comes over to look at the screen, I close the laptop out of a reflex. Why did I do that? He is playing with me.... He tilts his head

"Did you hear me just right now?"

I don't say anything. I just give him a look that says "don't fuck around you know I heard you what do you want?"

He opens his arms and nods at me in a "look at me" way - I stare blankly, but then follow the invitation, looking at him top to bottom, as he stands halfway inside my room, a bulge in his trousers, not in the least embarrassed or uncomfortable - this is certainly strange, but my heart beats, my intimate bits throb - he is physical, he is cocky (I like that) and I do not feel threatened. And it has been a long while, too. Wondering what I should do next, my eyes rest on the bulge in his trousers... then travel up to his face again - he had been watching me watching him and seems in no doubt that things go according to plan. 

He walks over and takes my face in his hand then drops his arm again

"I always know when I meet one of my kind..."

I am still sitting in my desk chair, he picks up my hand and places it just above the buckle of his belt on his belly. I let it slide down feeling the contours of his hard-on, squeezing it a little bit when my hand rests above it. My heart is racing and had I not been soaking wet anyway, I would be by now. He moans approvingly, my hands travel upwards again, to explore his torso and chest. hooking my hand into his waistband, I get up. We look at each other and then lock in a deep kiss, he presses me against himself and his hands wander across my back and down my buttocks, cupping them, mine measure his shoulders, his cock pressing against my fly. We separate and he gives me a peck on the cheek and asks, stroking my hair, letting his finger travel all the way across my chest to my mound

"You had been touching yourself, hadn't you?"

"I was inches away from coming..."

"What about we get rid of some clothes?"

Assisting each other, we strip off several layers, until we are both down to our knickers, looking at each other, breathing heavily. Both now wear signs of disbelief in our face that this is actually happening. we embrace each other again, skin to skin this time, me pressing up against him, suddenly with urge, slowly pushing him with his back against the wall. I am breathing into his neck, hands are everywhere, I am gyrating my hips, pressing my groin up against his erection trying to feel it press against my mound and between my legs. Both of us are gasping by now and he hastily pulls down my knickers and his own. He reaches down between my legs and comments

"Geeze! You are REALLY wet"

His fingers dance around there, I step my legs a little apart to allow him better access and he thrusts his finger in a couple of times, but soon he realises that what I really want is him inside me. I keep urging myself against him. He complies, turning us around, so it's my back against the wall and picks up one of my legs. Looking into my eyes, he moves slowly forward, the tip of his rockhard cock slowly approaching the opening of my welcoming pussy. it slides in slowly and effortlessly and I enjoy every second of it, every inch. I am more than prepared when he finally starts thrusting and i push my hips forward to meet each and every of his movements, pull him in deeper, clenching all those muscles to increase the friction. I cling on to him and release a moan with each of his thrusts that get faster and ever more forceful. He is moaning himself, our eyes meet again, but I find it difficult to focus my gaze, I feel a powerful orgasm build up inside of me, as my back keeps slamming against the wall, and he cannot be far from it either. I hold on to his shoulders, a little cry escapes me each time he enters me particularly deep and I feel the contractions set on the same moment as  he finishes with three last powerful strokes and a long satisfied groan.

My face is buried in his shoulder. Gasping for air we recover - and separate. I don't know what to say and wait for him to say something, anything, probably something rather stupid - but he seems similarly speechless. We laugh a little nervously and overwhelmed, still breathless. So it has to be me who says something stupid then...

"Right! Err..."

"Pfff... Wow!"

"Well THAT was nice"

"DAMN yes."

Another moment of silence until I grab a towel

"I'll go take a shower, I guess..."

"Ok. I will go take one afterwards..."

Nevermind - who says he needs to be good at talking...