It's been a couple of weeks since my glorious weekend with Amelia. Taking advantage of an empty house to get to know each other more intimately. But once the housemates had returned, things went quiet between us. They were no worse, in fact when we passed in the hall there were more smiles between us, but I felt that maybe she didn't need the rest of the household to know what we had been up to. So we resumed our business as usual.
Another bank holiday is here, and the housemates once again had plans for the extended weekend. Soloman left after work last night to join his friends who were going camping for the weekend, and Sarah-Jane will shortly be leaving to visit her girlfriends, as her plans with her now ex had to be altered. I was not aware of Amelias plans, her weekend routine tends to vary. And my routine had changed, leaving me to stay in bed as long as I wanted this morning.
As I lay in bed I listened to SJ move around the house, trying to imagine what she was doing. She's an organised person, so it's unlikely she is stressed about what she needs to pack, but I have heard her speaking, so she is likely on the phone to one of her less organised friends.
I drift in and out of sleep, waking up to random sounds and SJ's voice, at one point talking to Amelia, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I eventually hear a knock on my door. "I'm going now," SJ tells me, "I have left food in the fridge that needs to be eaten by Monday, help yourself". I thank her and wish her a good trip.
Not long after SJ went through the door, I drifted off back to sleep. But I was awoken by the toilet flushing. I lay in bed slowly waking up, a little more so when I heard the bathroom door open, and with each step I heard I became a little more alert, especially when the steps stopped outside my room door for a few moments. It could only be Amelia, as she was the only other person left in the house, I wondered if she was ok as I then hear her steps head back towards her room, but I didn't hear her room door close. My bladder quickly diverts my attention elsewhere, forcing me to get out of bed. I do so quietly, and gently open my door, and creep towards the bathroom, but I am distracted by the view of Amelia through the gap of her door being slightly ajar, and I watch as she closes her beside drawer, with a pink and purple plastic looking thing in her hand. She makes herself comfortable, only pulling aside the items of clothing she needs to gain access to her herself, and she licks her fingers and applies it to herself before using her toy tease herself the rest of the way. My eyes are fixed on her hands as I observe how she treats herself leading up to the main event. The way she moves and the sounds she make are both hypnotic and enlightening. This is wrong, I shouldn't be watching, so I break myself out the trance and continue on to the bathroom, where I have to wait a moment before I am in a calm enough state to do my business. I am surprised she didn't see me at her door, or hear me move towards or away from it.
I flush, wash my hands, and as I dry I try to decide whether to go back to my room, or head downstairs for breakfast, I opt for my bed, so I slowly go back to my room, but as I do, I can't help but peek through Amelias door again, which seemed to be open a little wider. She was now in full swing, items of clothing had been removed completely, and she had made no attempt to restrict her volume. As I leaned on the door frame, enchanted by the view, I almost in voluntarily started to imitate her. My hand had made it's way into my boxers and started to play with my again hard length, eventually matching her rhythm stroke for stroke. She was already close to orgasm when I started, so she shortly pushed herself over then edge with a very satisfying sounding groan. Getting more excited, I accidentally push her door with my movement, so I quickly take a step back, hoping she doesn't notice. I take a moment to compose myself, and then head down the stairs to the kitchen to focus my thoughts on breakfast. I shortly hear footsteps upstairs, and they seem to be heading in my direction. With my heart pounding a little, I fill the kettle and set it to boil, and have Amelias cup ready with a tea bag inside.
"Morning Jay." She says as she walks past me towards the fridge. "This is for me, yes?" She nods towards her cup. "Morning," I reply, "yeah, that's yours." She leans back against the surface with her arms crossed as she tosses a small bottle of milk in her hand. She looks at me, glancing downwards briefly, and smirks a little. I can't be sure what she's thinking. I then realise that I was still not fully composed. In an attempt to divert her attention, I ask if she'd like some toast. She smiles and nods, and then puts down the bottle of milk and brushes past me as she leaves the kitchen, asking if I could bring them up to her, to which I agree. But just as she passes the door, she pauses then turns to me and states "I'm going to run a bath." "Ok" I softly reply. She smiles and continues up the stairs.
I make myself a drink, and eat some cereal while I make Amelias breakfast, all the while listening to her as she walks around preparing for her bath. I finish my breakfast and prepare hers and bring it up to her room, where I again find her door open, which is unusual for her, especially as she is not inside. But more unusual still is that I notice the bathroom door is open as I hear Amelias voice coming from it as she calls for me, "In here please. And can you grab my phone please? It's on my bed". I enter her room, put her phone in my pocket, and carry her breakfast into the bathroom where I find her shoulder deep in bubbles. I place her toast somewhere she can reach with low risk of getting wet, and hand her her mug and her phone. "Thank you." She smiles and takes a sip. I sneak a glance at her wet body before turning to let her bathe.
"You're leaving?!" She asks with surprise in her voice. I pause and turn back towards her, hiding my smile. She looks me in the eyes, and asks "You're not interested in part two then?" With that, my grin bursts through, and she smiles back at me as I move closer to her. I take a fist full of her hair and lean in to kiss her firmly on the lips. She immediately reaches into my robe and my boxers to caress my length, coaxing it to stand to attention. I take this as a sign to repay her by reaching into the bath to stroke between her legs. She tightens her grip on me and pulls me closer to her, and pulls away from my lips to guide me into her eager mouth. With both hands now in her hair, I guide her at her own rhythm, but soon adjust her to my own. Before too long, she moves my hands from her and backs away from me to stand up. She pushes my robe off my shoulders, indicating she wants me to take it off, and while I do so she attempts to remove the rest of my clothes. As soon as the robe is off, I take over until I am standing naked in front of her. She smiles and pulls me into the bath with her where she again kisses me before turning around and faces the wall placing her hands against the tiles and bending slightly. I slap her ass hard a few times, and slide my fingers between her legs, stroking her and teasing her, and eventually I replace my fingers with my erection. I take a firm hold of her hips, sliding myself in and out between her thighs. One last slow drawing out before I push myself inside her. Her groan is satisfying. Our pace is slow and deliberate, as we work towards a great rhythm without slipping. But we want more. I bring her to her knees and she holds on the the faucets as I continue to take her from behind at a more agreeable rate. And agree she did. Her moan echoed gloriously in the bathroom as I pounded deep and hard, water splashing an spilling everywhere, ensuring she was wet inside and out. I had forgotten how good she feels, how wet she gets, how tight she was. I was close cumming, but she beat me to it with a loud growl and a powerful spasms a she struggled to keep herself held up. That didn't stop me from playing with her. I continued to tease, stroke and rub her until sounds I could not even describe were exiting her mouth. She eventually summoned the strength to turn and push me away, still shaking as she glared at me, panting heavily.
She looked all around the bathroom, pulling a face at the mess we had made, and then looked at me trying to hide her frown. I stepped out of the bath and grabbed a my now wet robe, and used it to try and mop up the rest of the wet floor. Amelia proceeded to dry herself, but as she stepped out of the bath, she paused and then looked at me. I looked back, puzzled, again I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She then dropped her towel, grabbed my hand, and quickly lead me to her room, pushing the door wide open, and forcefully pushing me against her bed, she dropped to her knees and started to kiss my stomach gently before once again taking me into her mouth. I felt an urgency about her, but also a deliberate slow pace. She was taking her time, being attentive, paying attention to every detail, her hands switching between my holding my thighs, rest on hers, or helping stroking my length in conjunction with her mouth. When she looked up at me, I could tell she wanted me to last, and to enjoy every bit of her skill, especially as she would move my hands away as I reach for her head. We were so engrossed in each other, or at least I was so lost in the moment, neither of us noticed SJ standing in her doorway until heard a cough from her.
