The Mutual Pleasures of A Dirty Little Girl

She watched him. Through the reflection in his wardrobe mirror she could see him lying there on top of his bed; naked; his hand around his erection like a fist, moving up and down. He had left his bedroom door slightly ajar and as she passed on the landing she could hear his moans; curiosity had made her stop and it was then that she saw his reflection. Sonya had never seen a man masturbating before.


She knew she should have walked on to her own room; she didn’t like him anyway, but she just couldn’t help watching. His eyes were closed and his face grimaced as his hand strokes got faster and faster. Sonya’s eyes were glued to the mirror watching him bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm; she could hear the slapping sounds of his hand against groin and she could hear his moans. The whole scene was so erotic and she could sense her own excitement; sense that tingling between her own thighs and felt her breathing getting heavier and heavier. She could even feel a sense of sexual attraction towards him; which was strange because they did not get on at all.


Suddenly he gave a loud groan and his body started to jerk; he was cumming. She watched as his semen shot from his cock into the air and down onto his belly; first from a single emission and then from a steady flow pulsating from his cock. The quantity shocked her; amazed her even. His belly seemed covered in it and his right hand overrun with semen; it truly was an amazing scene. As he lay there still but breathing heavy she decided to move away and turned around. Her footstep caught a creaking board though and she knew that his attention had been drawn to the door.


It was an hour later when he came into the kitchen; a large room equipped for the three tenants to share. Each had their own bedroom but the lounge and kitchen were shared. “You could have afforded me privacy”. He told her, as she stirred her coffee.


Sonya mouthed an “I’m sorry” to him, which was out of character for her. She rarely apologised for anything but this time she felt guilty and embarrassed. She knew she was in the wrong; unlike the last time when they had exchanged words after he had accused her of taking his milk. That time she had given as good as she got; she had already had enough from a domineering father, making her leave home, and she was not going take it again from another older male.


“I would have afforded you privacy if I had seen you with your vibrator.” He told her.


“How do you know I have a vibrator?” She snapped.


He smiled. “Because you have just told me!”


Sonya grabbed her coffee and stormed angrily out of the kitchen to her bedroom.



It was a couple of hours later when they found themselves in the kitchen alone again. “I am sorry for earlier.” He told her.


“It’s okay.” She told him. “It was my fault in the first place.”


“Well let’s put it all behind us and be friends then.” He said as he held out his hand.


She shook it. She was beginning to warm to Terry now. She knew little about him, other than that he was separated from his wife and in his forties. He had moved into the block of flats four weeks ago, a week after she had moved in.

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