Weirdest orgasm ever

Guys, I’ve had the craziest of orgasms. Not because it was so good or super intense, just because of the circumstances. It was partially intentional, partially woopsiedaysie accidental. I really can’t explain, so I’ll just go ahead and tell you the story from the beginning.

A few weeks ago, I got an email from my landlord. He was going to send some people over to fix some electrical issues in the building. I had volunteered to open the front door to the building when they would arrive. But I had totally forgotten.

I was dead. I had partied my butt off the night before, and I had only come home a few hours before the workers arrived. I woke up to go to the bathroom and when I got back, I started doing what I usually do: a mid-sleep happy Noëlle session.

Halfway through, my doorbell rang. I immediately knew I had fked up. I quickly ran towards the speaker thingie on my wall and opened the door downstairs. And then I knew I had about a minute and a half before they would knock on my door, so slipped into some shorts I found on the floor and grabbed a top from my closet.

Knock knock.

I welcomed them into my apartment, told them they could put their stuff here for the time being, and went to the kitchen to make them some coffee, which is in my mind is the right thing to do. Only when I walked back into the living room, carrying a plate with four cups, I realized I maaaaaay have made another mistake. Guys, you all know these tops that have huge arm holes, and you reallyreally need to be wearing a bra if you don’t want to end up showing more than just a little bit of sideboob? Well… I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Those working guys must have had a fun time, drinking their morning coffee together with a hungover, meanly inperrupted girl who was desperately trying to keep her arms close to her body and her legs together (yup, the shorts were really wide at the bottom too, and I didn’t wanna give them anything more to look at down there). But when they had finished and got to work, I realized: Noow, you’ve always had a thing for these kind of men, you’re in a bit of a minxy mood, and you’re awake anyway. Better make use of that.

And so my morning routine got completely turned around. I kept switching between doing my own thing (starting with cleaning up the mess I had made the day before) and bringing the guys coffee and sandwiches. And every single time I was on my own, whether it was in my room or somewhere in the hallway, I played with myself a little. Not too much, but just enough to keep my mind in the gutter and to bite my lip every time I saw a pair of delicious biceps.

I almost screwed everything up way before I was gonna anyway. I went outside to have a smoke, and since there was no one there, it was an easy hand-in-shorts moment. Until the main door was opened. I did my usual cover-up, stretching, raising my hands above my head and arching my back.

“You lost something,” the guy said. And then I remembered the top. This wasn’t even sideboob any more, it had completely slipped out and was waving right in the guy’s face. It was so awkward I could die, nd replying with “yeah they like their fresh air too” didn’t help like at ALL.

But! Back in my room, I forgot how awkward it had been, and figured I could probably top it. So I went to the bathroom, made my hair look even messier than it already was, and put some make-up on to make me look even more fucked up. I put on ther knee-high boots I had been wearing the night before, grabbed a piece of pink bubble gum and paid the boys a visit – but not before yanking one of the cables out of my wifi router.

“Guys,” I said with a husky voice, “do any of you happen to know anything about internet connections? I can’t get it to work.”

One of the guys, who wasn’t doing anything in particular, got up and walked with me to my room. I told him I had already tried turning it off and on again, but nothing worked. Which makes sense if the cable is out, everybody knows that. Even girls in knee-high boots and short shorts 😉

It took him less than a minute to figure it out. He smiled as he showed me the loose cable, and plugged it back in. I put on my sexiest of faces when he walked past me and through the door, and I did that super Hollywoody thing where I close the door with my back, lean against it, and sigh. Only I don’t think they’re usually touching their girly bits when they do that move.

So that was the mood I was in. Hot girl next door, drooling over some toned men doing their thing. Time to skip to the orgasm, don’t ya think?

They were almost done. Three of the four guys were in my apartment, putting stuff in boxes (no, not like that!) and boxes in other boxes. The other one was cleaning up downstairs. The thing was: I wasn’t ready yet for them to come in. I was in my bedroom, fully naked, ‘cuz why the hell not, right? I was playing, and I was this <> close to the final touch – and I was planning on staying that close for at least another while. So when I heard them walking back into the living room, I quickly put my clothes back on and joined them.

I watched them. Talking, laughing, carrying stuff around. My brain was filled with images of four guys, naked in my apartment, and me somewhere in between all of them. When I was certain none of them were watching, I touched, again.

Now, during playtime, there’s always a moment on which you can decide: stop now, and live to tell the tale, or don’t stop, and tip over the edge. If you do it right, you can actually have lots of moments like these, and I had already had a few. But this time was different. This time, I decided not to stop.

I regretted it almost immediately, but it was too late. I was standing in the middle of my own living room when the orgasm hit. Three men were minding their own business, and I would have gotten away with it, if the fourth guy hadn’t walked in at that exact moment. He ignored his buddies and walked right past them – and looked right into the aftermath of what was my orgasm face. I pretended to look as normal as possible, but I could feel my eye was twitching, my mouth was open, my chest was going up and down uncontrollably and I’m pretty sure I forgot to take my hand out of my shorts.

He didn’t say a thing. He just looked at me in a weird way, turned around, and told the other guys he was ready to leave. I was still coming down when they thanked me for the coffee and closed the door.

I’m not 100% sure the guy knew what was going on. Maybe he just thought I was weird (can’t blame him, really). But deep down, he must have known. That he had witnessed a girl having a semi-accidental orgasm right in front of him. And since they’re gone and I’m never gonna see them again… I kinda hope he did.