A few years ago I got a job offering that I just couldn’t decline. But it came with a huge downside, I had to move to a bigger city, because my new position required me to do so. And that was something I actually didn’t really wanted to do, because I got a house, a girlfriend, friends, I got a life where I was at.

So I negotiated. Luckily my company really wanted me for that position, so I was able to make sure that I was able to work two, sometimes even three days from home. I only needed to be in headquarters in the big city for two, maybe three days a week.

In the beginning I stayed in hotels, then I stayed in apartments that were rented for tourists, but as the weeks and months passed by, that constant change of scenery, even if it only was for a few nights a week, it began to really annoy the shit out of me. So with my girlfriends help I went down apartment hunting: Just a small studio, for me – and sometimes me and my girlfriend – to crash in.

But as it is in places everyone wants to be, rents were insane. And I wasn’t willing to either move into a total shit hole, or to pay more than I was paying mortgage for my house for a tiny little closet with a bed in it.

I was on the verge of giving up, but my girlfriend came up with another plan: Why not looking for a room in a shared apartment. After sleeping over it for a night or two, I agreed to her suggestion. And then the hunt began.

Close to two months went by until I had something that was suiting my taste, that got approved by my girlfriend and whose inhabitants wanted to have me. A few weeks later I spent my first night in my new base of operation in the big city: Thirty four year old me was spending an evening with my two new roommates, two women, one of them was around forty five years old, and the other one about sixty

And that was it. Me and my roommates ran into each other when I was in town, we had some chit chat and nope, we were not arguing about a cleaning schedule, because the place had a cleaning woman. So everyone was happy, and life was great to me.

Until my girlfriend decided that our relationship was over. She left me for a guy she went to school with. It broke my heart, it fucked up my life plans, it really destroyed me. And to cure my pain, I headed back into single land.

I went out partying a lot, and due the fact that in the small town my house was standing in most people my age already had families up and running, and weren’t into partying anymore at all, or lacked the time to do so, I did it all in the big city. With some people I knew from work, and I stayed a lot in the room and the apartment I had rented.

It was then that my roommates and I actually got to know each other. We realized that we got along, and that they weren’t used to have me around for more than a few nights each week.

There might have been some tension in the air in the beginning, but all together, it all worked out great. Especially when my two roommates came up with a plan to utilize my new single status for their own benefits: Both of them were single, and in need of male company, at least from time to time. And why not taking advantage of the fact that someone male, and single, was living in the room next door?

Naturally they didn’t told me about their plans, and that everything that should be happening was more or less a co-production of my two roommates: Things mostly always happened when one of them was out of the house, or in the middle of the night, when one of them was asleep.

Because no one wants to run into someone fucking each other, and sharing me, giving me a threesome, it wasn’t their thing to do, and it wasn’t mine either: I am more than perfectly fine with one woman at a time.

So enough of explaining, back to that one day, that kicked it all off. The day I first time had sex with one of roommates. It was an ordinary Sunday afternoon, I was out partying on Friday and Saturday, I had a blast, but unfortunately I hadn’t been able to hook up, or to maybe meet my next love of my life.

So I was hanging out in the apartment, mostly watching shows on my TV, while feeling a little bit exhausted and more than just a little bit horny. All together it was your typical post party single living Sunday afternoon.

With one minor difference, while being in the kitchen, to get my something ice cold to drink, and to check out if I had any food left at all, the younger roommate showed up and engaged in a conversation. So far, nothing out of the ordinary.

But when she began to bend over a lot, to get things out of the bottom of the cabinets, or out of the bottom drawer, or out of everything else that was down low, and when while she did so she made sure that I had plenty of time to check out her butt, things were out of the ordinary. And already horny me got even hornier.

It didn’t took long and there was a bulge between my legs. A bulge that drew the younger roommate’s attention. She was licking her lips when she saw what was going on, she kept on looking on the bulge between my legs and then asked me one of the most stupid questions I had ever been asked: “That bulge between your legs, if everything okay with you? Can I help you with something?”

Some laughing from my side might have been happening, because at first I thought that she was joking. When I saw that my reaction annoyed her, I realized that her offer was a serious. And horny me thought go for it, reasonable me thought why not. So I gave her a stupid answer back: “Actually you could help me something, there is a really hard problem between my legs.

Now that the younger roommate got the answer she wanted to hear, a smile appeared on her face, and moments later my pants were down on the floor, and my hard one was pointing straight forward. And she was jerking me off.

Her hand went up and down on my hard one, slowly, gently, she was barely touching me. That tiny sensation, it was enough to make me moan out loud. To make me feel good, and to drive my horny levels up even higher.

The younger roommate kept on going for some time. It was in the moment that her free hand touched, and then grabbed my balls that reasonable me had a brief comeback. I moaned out something like: “What if we get caught, what if she, the older roommate, runs into us, fucking the kitchen?”

The younger roommate quickly calmed me down: “Don’t worry, she is out for the whole afternoon. We got the place to ourselves.”

It was then that I was able to fully relax, to just let go, to enjoy her doing, to enjoy the sensation of her gently jerking me off while squeezing my bally hard and harder. Her doing made me moan out louder, and it also made my eyes run in circles.

And then, then she stopped. She looked me in the eyes, she ignored my desperate moans, she ignored me begging her to keep on going. But she also dropped her pants, and then she bent over the kitchen table. She gave me an invitation that I more than gladly accepted.

Moments later I was standing behind her. I nearly fell over walking those few steps, because I had forgotten that there were some pants slung around my ankles, and that making big steps wasn’t doable. But I managed, I arrived safe and sound. With my dick still hard.

The younger roommate was shaking her ass for me all the time, it only stopped when my hands grabbed her waist, and then, then my hard one pressed against her pussy, then my dick went inside her already dripping wet pussy.

Despite horny me being in full swing, I was in no hurry at all. I took my time entering her, I enjoyed every second of it. I enjoyed the sensation of her pussy wrapping herself around and swallowing my hard one. And she did the same. A few first moans escaped her throat.

Once I had been in her balls deep, I took a tiny little break, a break that was long enough for her to yell the following to me: “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard.”

I heard her saying, I understood what she wanted me to do, then I tightened my grip around her waist, and then, then I fucked her gently, slowly. I really took my time, and yes, it made her a little bit angry. But I didn’t gave a fuck about it. I was the one in command. I kept on going.

It took some time, it also took me something to hold back, to keep my inner horny animal in it’s cage, until she began to moan out loud. Until she began to enjoy my doing, and she finally stopped asking me to fuck her harder. At least for that day.

My dick kept on going in and out of her pussy. While my hands held her in position. Every single slow and gentle thrust I gave her felt better than the previous one. Our moaning was filling our kitchen as we drifted off deeper and deeper.

Our eyes began to run in circles, we lost track of time, track of our surrounding and track of everything but the sensation of my hard one going in and out of her pussy. Fuck, it felt so damn good. And I was getting closer, and closer to an orgasm.

But luckily I wasn’t the only one in that state of mind. Her hands were already more than holding on to the table top she was bent over. All we both needed were a few more gentle thrusts. Or maybe a few more deep and hard ones?

I gave her the last one. I now fucked her as she wanted to get fucked. And it drove us both over the edge. It made us come good. It unloaded my aching balls, then it made her body tremble.

We both came more than good, everything but bad for a first time, and then my sweat covered body ended up laying on hers. It took some time we had regained ourselves, and I was able to climb off her.

Once we both were ourselves again and our inner horny animals were pleased for the time being, we looked at each other, we smiled at each other and then we had a short conversation.

We both agreed what we both just had done came great, that it was relaxing, and that we should do it again one day. If she felt like doing so. And that we were not dating or anything, just some roommates that were blowing off some steam, that were taking advantage of living together under the same roof.

Once that conversation was done we finally pulled up our pants, and then we both went our ways. I went back into my room, keeping on nursing my hangover, enjoying what remained of my Sunday afternoon, and she, the younger roommate, I actually have no clue what she was up to for the rest of that day.