I woke up on Wednesday morning straddling a large erection. Actually that makes it sound far worse than it actually was so let's back up a second.
I woke up on Wednesday morning with my arms and legs around a quite solid male figure. I was tucked up under his chin and he had his arms around me and his swollen cock tucked up against my pussy so that I was... riding? straddling? on? What word do I use here?... his very, very erect member.
I woke up slowly, forgetting exactly where I was. I snuggled a little closer thinking that Alpha must have come home (he's away on business at the moment). It was at that moment that I realised the person I was wrapped up with was demonstrably not Alpha. Alpha does not snore.
I opened one eye and tried to look up at my gentleman friend. Of course, the Flatmate. It came back to me then as my body became more aware of the situation I was in. His shirt, the one I was wearing, had ridden up in the night so that my breasts were pressed against his chest. As I stirred he grumbled in his sleep and pulled me tighter against him. I realised then that the tracksuit pants that he had worn to bed were missing and it was his erection poking through his boxers that I felt now. One of his hands was cupping my bottom and the other was around my back. I was, in a word, trapped.
I coughed a couple of times, trying to wake him up. He stirred but slept on. I, quite timidly and feeling a fool said "excuse me" but all he did was shhh me and continue snoring.
It was getting rediculous. I couldn't very well just lie in his arms until he woke up could I? Stupid, stupid me! Was the dress really worth this?
Actually, and to be honest, it wasn't all bad. He did feel very nice and reassuringly big and strong. The hand on my arse was comforting and somehow sexy whilst the rub of his cock against my lace covered pussy was attractively stimulating. I could feel myself getting wet. God, what if he felt how wet I was getting? No, this had to stop. How to do so?
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