Something wakes you up

Later in the evening, you’re awoken by a noise. You can tell it’s still evening because it’s pitch black. You sit up and look around. Your immediate thought is that someone broke in and is trying to steal your stuff! You hear stumbling in the hallway! Suddenly, you worry for Sabrina’s safety!

You jump off the couch and flick on the lights! Your eyes dart to the source of the noise. You find Sabrina standing in the middle of the room, looking shocked that the lights are on. She is still in your Panama top, but has it completely unbuttoned so you can tell she is wearing nothing underneath except her panties.

“John!” the nubile sleepwalker gasps out, realizing she is half naked and instantly covers herself.

“What are you doing, Sabrina?” you ask with a sigh of relief. You wipe the sleep from your eyes.

“It was hot,” she explains, “I wanted to get a glass of water…”

You notice the heat now too. The normally cool apartment has picked up a degree or two in temperature. “It’s an old building and the air conditioning must be on the fritz again,” you hypothesize. To confirm, you head over to the window and check the machine. It is running, but when you feel the air coming out, it is hotter than the room. You sigh and turn the machine off. “It’s conked,” you tell your guest. “I’ll have to let the landlord know in the morning. In the meantime, we’ll just have to sweat it out!” You open another window to let outside air in and feel a cool night time breeze come in. “At least it won’t be a sweatbox all night” you say as you turn to Sabrina“Let me get you that water.”

Sabrina follows you into the kitchen where you fill a glass of water for her, then grab one for yourself. You then grab some ice from the freezer and top them off before handing Sabrina hers.

“Thanks,” she says, pressing the cold drink against her forehead, then chest. “I could not sleep a wink.” Your eyes follow the beads of condensation forming on Sabrina’s glass. They press up against her skin and slide their way down her body. Sabrina catches you staring down her cleavage but smirks instead of covering up. You sit up and drink your water as if nothing happened.

“Yeah, I forgot that the bedroom doesn’t get as much air as the living room. Sorry about that….” you apologize. “Normally on a hot night like this, I leave the door open and sleep in the buff.”

Now it’s Sabrina’s turn to undress you with her eyes. She holds her cup to her mouth and plays with the water with small sips. She catches an ice cube in her mouth and rolls it around a bit.

“Well…” she says slowly, eyes still on you, “I wouldn’t mind if you did that…” There is a stirring in your boxers. “Actually, when I can’t sleep, there is something that I do that helps…” she adds.

“What’s that?”

A wry grin forms on Sabrina’s lips. “I post something!” The pajama top slips off her shoulder and she lets it dangle there as she watches your reaction.

The stirring increases. You slump over and take a swig of your water. “O…Oh?” you reply. You’re already getting antsy over a potential live show.

“Sooo…. Should we do one? Here?” Sabrina asks in a conspiratorial tone.

Forget work. You’re not getting any sleep tonight, whether it’s watching this girl in heat get herself off, or thinking about her doing it while pretending to sleep in the next room. Obviously, you prefer the former. The question is, how much participation does she want out of you?