I woke up to an even bigger mess than the last days. I was bathed in sweat, my heart was racing, and apparently I had most of my blanket tucked between my thighs, while my hips bucked back and forth rhythmically. I spent all the parts of my mind that were awake enough for it on determining how close I was to my orgasm. I could feel it build, but I knew I had a few more seconds before I really needed to stop. It was not an efficient way of touching, or rather not touching, myself, after all. And it felt so good. Not fast, not strong, not furious. Just a gentle rubbing of my clit on the fabric. How could this have gotten me so aroused? How could this feel so good on my clit? How could I.. I had to stop. I lay there, my legs clenched together, suppressing both the need to go on, and fighting back the orgasm, that was so close, and yet out of reach. Out of reach for 4 more days. Once I was calmed down a bit, a teased my nipples, which were ever so sensitive, for a few more minutes. There was not risk of an orgasm this way, and it kept me in this warm and cozy mood. The kind of mood where my thoughts did not wander. Not to anything bad, at least. I just focused on the feeling, and on dreaming of all the things I wanted to do.Finally, I got up. When I pushed the blanket aside, I could smell the room again. It was not an unpleasant smell. But it smelled so much of sex, if any of my friends came to visit, they would think I was having an affair. I laughed at the thought, for it could not be any further from the truth. I was adoring him more by the minute of this nice, torturous time. Anyway, I decided to open the windows. It was going to be a nice warm day. I decided to have a coffee before my shower, so it would kick in when I got out of shower and wanted to start the day. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through recent news, while I waited for the machine to finish. Then, with the cup in hand, I sat down at the kitchen table. The seat felt weird today. Confused, I looked down. I was still naked! I was running around the apartment, not just topless, but completely naked. In a rush of panic I stared at the windows. Of course, all the blinds where open. But I could not see anyone around. No neighbor leering at me. Just as I calmed down a bit, I remembered. I had also opened the bedroom window like this. I had leaned out of the window, to enjoy the sunshine. That side was the side all the balconies in the house were facing. What if some of my neighbors were there? How had I not realized that I was naked at the time? Checking the kitchen windows once more, to make sure nobody was there, I went back to close the window. I was still contemplating, how I could have been this thoughtless, when I entered the room, and to my shock, heard voices. I recognized the voice of my direct neighbor. He seemed to be on his balcony, talking to someone on the phone. Had he been there before? Wouldn’t I have realized? I listened to what he was saying. At least he was not speaking about the hot naked girl next door. I sneaked closer to the window, to close it while making sure he could not see me. From where I was standing next to the window, I could see out on the street, and the buildings on the other side. Some people were in their flats, but nobody seemed to look my way. And even if, the way I was standing, almost pressed to the wall, nobody would be able to see me. But if I reached out of the window to close it, the sound might attract my neighbor. While I was standing there contemplating, I realized how even this situation had aroused me again. There I was, right next to the window. Still naked, instead of just getting a bathing robe, or anything else, that is. I was really becoming a bit of a slut. Well, not just a bit. For the thought of standing here, looking out, while nobody could see me, was getting to me. Slowly I shifted my weight around, allowing me to spread my feet apart a bit. I let my right hand slide down my body, over my stomach, down to the wetness of my pussy. When I brushed over my clit, a soft moan escaped my lips, making me shy back from the window. I stood still for a bit, but my neighbors’ conversation did not halt. He was going on about his plans for the rest of the week, and I was slowly starting to move again, knowing the plans for my week full well. I would spend the week growing hornier and hornier. And I would spend the weekend cumming over and over, to make up for everything I had missed. My fingers continued to slowly caress the folds of my pussy. To move back and forth along its lips. They had to move slowly, so they would not make any wet sounds. I had to focus on my breath, to not turn to load, or into moans. I felt my arousal rise and rise. Even those small careful movements were pushing my steadily closer to my goal. My ever unreachable goal. When I finally had to push my hands away again, my body cramping up at this betrayal, another moan escaped my lips. This time I could not hear anything from my neighbor. I stood there, listening for him, imagining him to stand on the balcony staring my way. Then another part of my brain realized that I had not heard him in a while, and I figured that I must have gone back inside. Shaking lightly, I reached out, making sure not to lean forward, and pulled the window in. Latching it shut, I let out a breath of release. Yet, when I looked back at the house on the other side, I saw movement in one of the windows. I caught a glimpse of a face, hastily turning away. A young man was seemingly staring at the wall of his room, after he had turned away from the window. If I had not seen him turn his had, I might not have noticed. But since I had seen it, the broad smile on his face left little doubt as to whether he had seen me. I looked down at my erect nipples, and smiled myself. He could only have seen my while I was closing the window, which was short enough. And I must have given quite the sight, even if he had not seen the incriminating minutes before then.After a pretty uneventful shower (I had made certain not to let the shower beam hit my sensitive spots too directly), I dried myself while looking at my shaven pussy in the mirror. Without too much fun in the shower, my clit was not twitching for attention. But it was still enlarged and peeking out of its hood. I wondered whether it had ever relaxed these past days. Then I threw over a bathing robe, and went to my now cold coffee. Looking at the seat I had briefly been sitting on, I could still faintly see a wet spot on the wood. Embarrassed, I wiped it away. I had not even finished my morning coffee yet, and I had already reached the edge of orgasm twice, and shown off my tits to a stranger. What a start in the day.After an hour of studying, I realized that I had not received a message today, neither sent him one. I typed a good morning message, then deleted it again. These days where not for this kind of small talk. We had barely sent each other a message without any innuendo these days, and I wanted to keep it up. So what to write… Tell him that someone saw my breasts today? No.. that would be my secret. Mine and that of the stranger on the other side of the street. Tell him about the way I woke up today? Closer, but not good enough. Tell him about my experience while hiding behind the open window? That was more like it. I showed how the denial started to change my personality. I started by telling him how I had forgotten about my nakedness, then about standing next to the window and touching myself. Not too much detail, but definitely mentioning that I had stopped without cumming. It made a nice little story, and writing it made me horny again. But I had to study. And his answer would probably be distracting enough.The more time went on, the less I could focus on studying. And it was not his distraction. On the contrary, I was checking the phone more and more often, and he had not even seen my message yet. Had he lost interest in our game? Did I just call my suffering our game in my mind? “I cannot focus on my studies anymore. I am so horny all the time.” It was a half lie, for it was the absence of his attention that kept me from working today. But I was still horny, and I could not focus, so it counted. And I just wanted him to reply something. The longer he did not read my messages, the more annoyed I got. I sent a few more messages, trying not to show it, but probably failing. Then annoyance turned into anxiety. Come lunch time, I was not in the mood to cook. I warmed up a frozen instant pizza, and listlessly shoved it into me bite by bite. The high of the last days was gone. And its absence made me fall even deeper. The world had been good, only hours ago. I had been horny and happy, basking in his attention. Submitting to his will, and enjoying it. Now there was nothing of that left. I might have made myself cum at some point during the afternoon, but I could not even stand the thought of touching myself. A focused on studying, yet did not learn anything at all. In the late afternoon, I felt tears dripping down my chest. I knew I was overreacting. I knew that a few hours of radio silence did not mean anything. But after the addicting endorphin high of the last days, this sudden depression felt like the end of the world. Only that I did not care about the world at that moment, so maybe it felt worse.I was lying curled up under a blanket, when finally my phone rang. It had to be him. It had to be. Yet the phone number was not one stored in my phone. But the area code was from where he had was for his meetings. At first I felt confusion, then I felt horror. Had something happened to him? Panicked, I fumbled with the phone to pick up. I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the voice on the other side. It was him! I will not directly relay the conversation, mainly because I was too caught up in my thoughts while we talked to remember it all. The short version is, that he dropped his phone that morning. It was broken, and he would send it to repair after coming back. In the meanwhile, after all his meetings he had gone to a local shop, and gotten the cheapest phone they had on offer. After some prodding, I told him about my day, about the sudden drop of my feelings. Well, maybe I did not tell him exactly how bad it was, but I thing he realized anyway. He ensured me how sorry he was, mentioning that he had had more than enough plans of what he was going to write me today. I felt a first spark of the arousal coming back, but it was a pale shadow compared to earlier. Yet, it was enough, so that when I asked me whether I still wanted to go on, I told him yes. Not enthusiastically, but I was still committed.“Then go to your bed stand, and look in the bottom drawer, in the very back”. I had no idea what he was speaking about. However, it felt so good to hear his voice and the dominant tone he used for the instruction, instead of receiving texts. So I made my way to the bedroom. “I wanted to wait longer before giving it to you. Maybe until tomorrow or the day after. But you deserve it today.” My curiosity grew, and with it, so did my arousal. Or maybe that one was fused by following his directions again. I knelt down, and opened the drawer. There was a package in the back, neatly wrapped, with a note “Only open this after I tell you about it”. Well, I had not found it there anyway. But it made me wonder how far he had planned ahead. And what was it?? He told me to open it, so I slowly did. Beneath the wrapping paper, there was a black box with a transparent plastic cover on top. And in it, I found salvation. It was a dildo. I had a toy, a suction device for my clit. It worked wonders, but it did not fill me. I had never had a dildo, and until this moment I had not realized how my over sexed body craved to be filled. But looking at it, I did. “It is wonderful! May I use it?” I knew he would say yes, I knew I was supposed to use it. But I needed to ask, I needed him to say yes. “Of course. It is yours. Enjoy it!”. I already had the box torn open when he was done speaking. I probably should have washed it. I really should. But I could not wait any longer. I placed it on my pussy. “Aren’t you going to wash it first?” Damn him. He knew me so well. He knew I was going to fuck it right there, with him on the phone. But he was right, and even if not, I wanted to do anything he suggested. Even if it meant waiting another few minutes. I rushed to the bathroom, cleaning the dildo with water, then spraying some disinfectant on top, and cleaning it with water again. I liked the feeling of my letting my hands glide over it. It was the perfect size. Just as his dick. “It lies well in my hands”, I said, “almost as well as your dick would right now”. “Does it also fit in your mouth as well?” I tried it out. Let my tongue slide over the tip of it, while I sucked. “I prefer your dick in my mouth. This thing is so lifeless compared to your twitching.”“And in your pussy?” I suddenly realized that I would not make it back to bed. I needed to finally try it. I sat back down on the bathroom floor, and placed it in position. “Don’t go to fast. Enjoy it. Let it slide in slowly”. I definitely did not need any lubricant. Despite all the negative feelings throughout the day, I was wet now. Just as wet as before, and maybe more. I would be filled again. Feel something push into me. I followed his words, and went slowly. Even though I longed to push it in. I gasped and moaned into the phone. So good. When it finally completely filled me, I paused, waiting for his instructions. He took his time, then said “Play with it.” And I did. Ravishing the feeling inside of me. I did not even touch my clit, and it felt so good. “Go faster now”. I loved him. With all my heart. The rest of my body however forgot about him, while I focused on the feelings. My neglected clit screamed for attention, and I finally rubbed it with my other hand. I was so close in an instant. I kept going, moaning into the phone, fighting to get the words out: “I am so close, soooo clooose”. “Then that’s enough for now.” Hit tone was firm, though I managed to detect a hint of amusement in them. I screamed, I quivered, my whole body shook. But I tore the dildo out of my pussy. While I did, I finally realized that I was sitting opposite of the mirror. I saw the dildo come out of me, and my pussy gaping open after it. I saw my shivering body, and the look of both horror and amazement on my face. 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