How I learned about No Nut November part 5

I closed the door behind me and dropped my jacket on top of my shoes. I somehow couldn't get the images of what I have seen out of my head, so I just walked into the living room and threw myself onto the couch and stared onto the coffee table. It was only decorated by a small doily and a few candles. My curtains successfully blocked out most of the light from outside, so I lid the candles using some matches. The smell of sulfur and burned wood filled the air. I inhaled. Then I pulled my hoodie off… and my sweatpants… and lastly my shirt. I felt myself up and down. Even shivering under the sensation of my own fingers playing with my breast. It's been a while since I touched myself. The smell of sulfur faded into the sweet smell of the vanilla scented candles. I let my fingers glide between my legs, feeling the hot wetness of my sex.
A small moan escaped my breath as I began to speed up a little. Bruno entered the living room and looked at me, but left again before I could tell him to get out.
The longer my session went on, the more I had the feeling something was missing. Eventually, I had an Idea. I walked over to the window and peeked out through the curtains. It was still dark outside.
I opened the curtains fully and stood in front of the window. Unsurprisingly, the street was empty, and the night only just began to dawn.
Slowly, I walked back and sat down on the couch. A tingle of goosebumps ran down my spine, as I sat down, putting my heels onto the coffee table. I reached down and began caressing myself anew. As I did, my knees parted naturally and would've exposed me to anyone standing outside my window. But seeing as there was nobody, I felt safe enough to take — yet nervous enough to enjoy the risk of getting caught.
All of a sudden, lights bathed the room in brightness. In less than a second, I reached both hands down between my legs and closed my knees to cover my privates. A car drove by, and the bright light vanished as fast as it appeared.
The following orgasm was one of — if not, the best orgasm you ever had. A mix of sweat and my own juices was dribbling down the inner side of my thighs and gathered in the small pits that formed around my body on the leather couch.
I fell over and asleep, resting my head on my still slightly wet hands in a sort of fetal position.