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[F25M29] I Spied on My Roommate’s Intimate Moment — A Decision I’ll Always Cherish

I have a confession that still makes me blush so hard two years later.

So I used to live with this girl, we’ll call her Joanna and she was 25 at the time. Blonde, bob haircut, perky tits, smaller than mine so maybe a small B? We were friendly but not super close. She had a boyfriend, Mike, who I think was 29 and was over all the time. Our apartment had ridiculously thin walls, so I was pretty used to hearing them go at it. Usually, I’d just pop in my AirPods and ignore it. But this one night, something was different.

I got home super late from a friend’s place, probably like 1 am. The apartment was dark except for the light coming from under Joanna’s bedroom door. And I could hear it. That rhythmic thudding sound and her moaning. It was low, but so consistent. I should’ve just gone to my room, I know, but I was a little drunk and a lot curious. I tiptoed down the hall, and my heart was already starting to beat faster.

Her door was cracked open. Just a tiny sliver. I have no idea why, maybe it didn’t latch all the way. It felt like my feet were moving on their own. I leaned in, holding my breath, telling myself I’d just take one quick peek.

Fuck.

The sight just completely short-circuited my brain. The only light was a single lamp on her nightstand, so everything was cast in this warm, soft glow. Joanna was on her hands and knees in the middle of her bed, totally naked. Her back was arched perfectly, and Mike was behind her, holding onto her hips. He was moving into her so slowly, this long, deliberate slide in and out. I could see the muscles in his back and shoulders tighten with every single push.

Her head was turned just enough that I could see her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. She looked so completely lost in it. I couldn’t move. I literally just stood there, frozen in the hallway, watching them. My whole body felt hot and tingly, and without even realizing I was doing it, my hand slipped down into my own panties. I was already soaking wet.

He started to speed up, just a little. His thrusts got harder, and her moans got louder to match. They weren’t screams or anything, just these low, breathy sounds that went right through me. I pressed my fingers against my clit, trying to match their rhythm. It was so, so wrong, but I couldn’t stop. Biting down on my knuckle to stay quiet, I just kept watching.

Then he really started going for it. Just fucking pounding into her. His hips were smacking against her ass with this wet, slapping sound, and he let out a few grunts as he picked up the pace. Joanna just let her head fall forward, her hair all over the place, and suddenly she cried out, this sharp, choked-off gasp as her whole body tensed up and then went limp, collapsing onto the mattress. It looked so fucking hot.

He pulled out right after, still holding her hips, and just came all over her lower back. Watching it happen, seeing him shoot that hot mess all over her was what did it for me. A wave of heat shot through my entire body and I came right there in the fucking hallway, my whole body shaking as I tried not to make a sound. My knees almost buckled.

I practically crawled back to my room and shut the door as quietly as I could. I felt so guilty, but god, I was so incredibly satisfied.

They never found out. But even now, two years later, whenever I see Joanna’s posts on social media or something, all I can picture is her on that bed, and I get that same hot, secret little thrill all over again.

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Written by leila

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