She lived with a flatmate named Sarah who's favourite pastime was fucking her lover noisily all night. Usually Claire could block this out but lately...she'd been getting really turned on by the sound of them, and as they were very loud there had been mornings before when she'd been woken up and made herself come listening to Sarahs moans and screams. In fact there had been a few times where she'd made herself come by just thinking of Sarah, of wishing she could tell her how beautiful she was. She wanted someone to cook and clean while she made the money. She also wanted her husband to be a stay at home parent for their daughter. Of course her lovely phone voice got her the interview.She is into NSA but only if it is long term, like no one night stands. She went to her interview. Her skirt, falling just above the knees, hugged her tight, her heels were a little high so she walked slowly so as not to wobble and her shirt, while professional, showed off her assets very well. Her hair. I recognized my own bedroom and I rolled over to reach for the clock by my bed. Pushing the button on top illuminated the numbers that told me it was 3:40am. My heart was still pounding and my ears were keenly aware of the sounds around me as I slid my feet onto the floor. Maybe if I got a drink of water, I could calm down enough to get back to sleep. Drowsily re-entering my room, I tripped over a suitcase at the foot of my bed. What in the hell? I thought to myself. That wasn’t there before!. I parted my lips again and returned his throbbing cock into my mouth. My lips and tongue savored the taste of his pre-cum but, suddenly my knee cramped, and I had to stand to prevent it locking up. As I rubbed my knee, Mike stood and turned me around, telling me to sit on the bed. He got down on his knees and wedged himself between my legs. My cock had become hard and desperate for relief almost as soon as I’d gone down on him. I was ecstatic as he buried his nose into my pubic hair and.