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19/09/2023
I met my husband through a house share advertisement. He lived in an inner city apartment and put an add out for someone to occupy the spare room. I was living on campus at university and needed to get out, so sent him an email.
We meet for breakfast after he has finished a night shift. This handsome firefighter, a few years older than me in his uniform with arms that caught the eye of this introverted med student. We hit it off straight away and agreed on some house rules and within two weeks I moved in. He was even sweet enough to bring a few guys from the station to help me move in.
The first week or two was really interesting getting to know each other, hearing his stories from work and we started taking in turns on cooking - he was a great cook from day one and taught me a few of his favourite dishes.
One Wednesday night he was heading out with his friends to a bar. I remember waking around 1am to the sound of what I thought was a female in distress. I sat up in bed and soon discovered the women in distress was accompanied with a squeaky bed frame - this women was not in distress! I covered my head with the blanket and laid there in shock, thinking I had escaped these types of midnight disturbances when I left campus.
After 5 or so minutes I pulled the blankets back expecting things to be over. Nope, not over at all which was really unusual coming from campus where these things last for 2 mins max. This woman was now groaning and pretty sure she woke the entire complex when she eventually came - I had mixed emotions how I felt at this time.
Things were quiet for a week and then another wake up call. This time to the sound of balls slapping what I assumed was arse. Then came the sounds of pleasure. Weirdly enough, I got out of bed and listen to it this time as it was kind of turning me on, listening to the sounds of joy on, under or in front of his ripped body.
I gave it a day or two then rearranged my room so my bed head was against the wall that is shared between our rooms (I know you now think I’m weird). I had also worked out the last two audio shows were on the night between where he changed from day to night shift (or gap night they call it).
That night I laid in my bed, not being able to sleep as I eagerly waited for him to come home with a score. 1am past by and nothing, my eyes where getting heavier and heavier. All of a sudden I heard the front door open. Carefully listening I could only hear the one set of footsteps walking across the floor boards. I felt sad for him (and me). However I was wrong, very wrong! Within a few minutes I could hear movement in the bed, which quickly led to gently moans, increasing to loud moans. This time (perhaps in my new bed position) I could hear him grunting. I closed my eyes and brought myself to climax imagining it was him pumping me.
It was so awkward the next day when he spoke to me, I felt really embarrassed even though he had no idea this innocent little med student was satisfying herself to him fucking. I took the day off as I was exhausted from laying awake to all hours. He didn’t realise I was home and when he returned from his run before work, he walked through the house shirtless and sweaty… yep, I discovered the equivalent of a female boner that day.
That night I could get the site out of my mind. He was at work on a night shift and I done something really, really naughty. I opened his bedroom door and turned on the light to the unmade bed of pleasure. I sent him a text asking how his shift was to make sure he was still there… and he was.
I stripped naked and wrapped myself in his bed sheets. This is the naughtiest I think I had ever felt to this point. I could smell him, and being naked in his bed was taking my breath away. I made passionate love to myself multiple times that night - all by fingers (and maybe humping his pillow) as I was still innocent and didn’t own one toy at that point.
I’m not sure if my scent marked my territory that night, however the next day he sent me a text asking if I would like to see a movie the following weekend.
We meet for breakfast after he has finished a night shift. This handsome firefighter, a few years older than me in his uniform with arms that caught the eye of this introverted med student. We hit it off straight away and agreed on some house rules and within two weeks I moved in. He was even sweet enough to bring a few guys from the station to help me move in.
The first week or two was really interesting getting to know each other, hearing his stories from work and we started taking in turns on cooking - he was a great cook from day one and taught me a few of his favourite dishes.
One Wednesday night he was heading out with his friends to a bar. I remember waking around 1am to the sound of what I thought was a female in distress. I sat up in bed and soon discovered the women in distress was accompanied with a squeaky bed frame - this women was not in distress! I covered my head with the blanket and laid there in shock, thinking I had escaped these types of midnight disturbances when I left campus.
After 5 or so minutes I pulled the blankets back expecting things to be over. Nope, not over at all which was really unusual coming from campus where these things last for 2 mins max. This woman was now groaning and pretty sure she woke the entire complex when she eventually came - I had mixed emotions how I felt at this time.
Things were quiet for a week and then another wake up call. This time to the sound of balls slapping what I assumed was arse. Then came the sounds of pleasure. Weirdly enough, I got out of bed and listen to it this time as it was kind of turning me on, listening to the sounds of joy on, under or in front of his ripped body.
I gave it a day or two then rearranged my room so my bed head was against the wall that is shared between our rooms (I know you now think I’m weird). I had also worked out the last two audio shows were on the night between where he changed from day to night shift (or gap night they call it).
That night I laid in my bed, not being able to sleep as I eagerly waited for him to come home with a score. 1am past by and nothing, my eyes where getting heavier and heavier. All of a sudden I heard the front door open. Carefully listening I could only hear the one set of footsteps walking across the floor boards. I felt sad for him (and me). However I was wrong, very wrong! Within a few minutes I could hear movement in the bed, which quickly led to gently moans, increasing to loud moans. This time (perhaps in my new bed position) I could hear him grunting. I closed my eyes and brought myself to climax imagining it was him pumping me.
It was so awkward the next day when he spoke to me, I felt really embarrassed even though he had no idea this innocent little med student was satisfying herself to him fucking. I took the day off as I was exhausted from laying awake to all hours. He didn’t realise I was home and when he returned from his run before work, he walked through the house shirtless and sweaty… yep, I discovered the equivalent of a female boner that day.
That night I could get the site out of my mind. He was at work on a night shift and I done something really, really naughty. I opened his bedroom door and turned on the light to the unmade bed of pleasure. I sent him a text asking how his shift was to make sure he was still there… and he was.
I stripped naked and wrapped myself in his bed sheets. This is the naughtiest I think I had ever felt to this point. I could smell him, and being naked in his bed was taking my breath away. I made passionate love to myself multiple times that night - all by fingers (and maybe humping his pillow) as I was still innocent and didn’t own one toy at that point.
I’m not sure if my scent marked my territory that night, however the next day he sent me a text asking if I would like to see a movie the following weekend.
Poster:
Sara
