So after the sofa incident (see part 1) things went back to normal for a few days. Nudity was still the standard in the house as the heat and humidity of the Mexican summer continued.

He would brush his fingers across my ass as he walked by, or hug me from the front and let his cock rest on my pussy. But there were no signs that it was going to be any different between us. We were still just friends.

I had mixed feelings about that. I liked the status quo of our house, There was attraction and sexual tension, but nothing unbearable, It made day to day life more interesting.

But I like to be desired,  And there was a part of me that wondered why, when there was an opportunity every second of the day, he wasn't trying to put himself inside me. 

I watched TV and let my legs fall open. I presented my asshole and pussy to him as I leant over the kitchen counter on my phone, But he didn't take the bait.

It was a friend's birthday at the weekend, and she wanted us to get dressed up and go out to celebrate. Much as I love her, she is basically a whore, Well at least she dresses and acts like one.

Not to be outdone, I put on my short, tight, black dress that barely covers my ass, with knee high fuck-me boots, and no panties, It's so tight you can see every detail of my body. 

My roomie came back from his office just as we were adding the finishing touches. I don't like using jealousy as a tool, but I don't see any harm in reminding someone that I am desired and I could see I had caught his attention.

The birthday girl and I hit the bars. Every single guy was looking at us and one or two even had the balls to approach.

We enjoyed it for a while, before, as the guys got more drunk, it became more annoying than flattering, and we headed home.

It was 3 am and I went straight to the bathroom to take off my eye makeup in the mirror, when I opened my eyes my roomie was standing behind me. He was looking straight into my eyes, in the reflection, with a neutral expression. He had a good poker face that made him hard to read, but it was obvious he wasn't just waiting to use the sink. He was naked and hard.

He held my gaze and very slowly, with both hands, started to lift the bottom of my dress, inch by inch, until it was around my waist.

He then started to slide the top of the dress down other my now erect nipples, until both breasts were now also completely exposed.

We stood there looking at my reflection in the mirror, still in my boots, my tight black dress now just a band around my waist. My little pussy and fake brown tits staring straight back at us.

He slid one hand down the inside of my thigh and gestured for me to step my feet a little wider.

I spat on my fingers and reached between my legs to drip it onto the end of his cock.

He took my hair in his left hand and with his right hand he guided his cock into my pussy from behind, he held it there.

We stood and held each other's gaze in the mirror, before both looking down at my pussy.

It looked so perfect, it's lips parted from behind by a big cock stuck deep inside it. He still didn't move. He took my right hand in his, and guided it onto my clit. I started to touch myself. 

He held me steady with both hands around my waste and his cock inside.

We both watched as I gently brought myself to orgasm, looking down as I trembled and my pussy dripped its cum over his rock hard cock, He was growing bigger inside me with every passing moment.

I reached behind and pushed my fingers into his mouth for him to taste me.

He started to move his hips, I put my hands on the sink to steady myself. He clamped me tight around the waist with both hands and started long, slow, deep thrusts.

I came again, My hands now against the mirror, I was breathing heavily.

He held the strong, slow rhythm as he pulled my head up by my hair to make me watch at our reflection once again. Still poker faced he stopped his movement and we both looked down at his cock as he pushed it deep and let himself go inside me.

It twitched heavily as it pumped load after load of his hot cum into me, It was making my vision go blurry. Watching this happen in the reflection of the mirror was like watching a movie, except I could feel everything happening to me. It was almost overwhelming.

He pulsed 7 or 8 more times before it stopped.

He then lifted one of my legs up, so my foot was on the sink, and, still holding me in position, slowly pulled out.

We could now see my glistening wet pussy as his cum started to drip out from between my gently parted lips and down the inside of my leg. The view was beautiful.

We stood there and admired it for a minute or two. He then kissed my neck, stepped out of the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.

I took my leg down from the sink and shook my head in amazement. Everything about what had just happened felt new and unique. So far from the regular sex I'd been getting recently.

I caught a few drops of his cum on my fingers and tasted it in my mouth. Things were not going back to normal this time.