While Sarah was away.

Michael had just seen Sarah blow past him, and then the apartment was empty and silent. He stood there looking after her. He took a few steps to the window and looked out onto the street. A black sedan was parked outside with a handsome-looking man standing beside it. Michael recognized him as the man with whom Sarah had gone out to dinner a few weeks ago. He hadn't realized that it was the same man. He couldn't help but be a little jealous of him. He got to take Sarah out and seemed to have the means to treat her right while doing it. Michael studied them from the window, "John" seemed to treat her well, opened the door for her, and seemed to show genuine affection, at least from where Michael was standing. He caught the kiss she gave John and felt a stirring in his lower region and chest.

He continued watching until the car pulled out of the complex and was gone from sight. Returning to the empty apartment, there wasn't anything obvious to do. The apartment was clean, and nothing needed fixing, so he returned to "his room." Before he entered, he glanced at Sarah's door. Her room had turned into a mysterious place. The fact that he wasn't allowed into it had heightened his curiosity about what had happened behind it. Had she changed it, rearranged the furniture, or bought some new stuff while he was working? He walked up to the door and felt the handle. He pulled it impulsively, and to his surprise, the door opened slightly.

Before the door slid more than a few centimeters, he stopped himself. Sarah must have forgotten to lock it when she left. A part of Michael wanted to open the door and look inside, but the newer part, that part of him that had been growing, felt queasy at the prospect of betraying Sarah. Unfortunately for Michael, his curiosity won out over his sense this time, and he pushed open the door. He stepped inside and looked around. There weren't that many changes to the room when he looked around. There were some noticeable changes like the makeup table was more prominent, the comforter had fluffier pillows, and what had been Michael's end table was now empty and clean, waiting for a new user. Everywhere there were minor signs that there lived only a woman here now.

Opening the closet, he found that Sarah had rearranged it from the ground up. Things that had before been neatly packed were now spilling out. Nothing was hidden away or tucked in a box to save space. He didn't realize that she had this many different clothes, and some of the dresses still had creases from being folded up. A skinny, locked wardrobe was at the end of the closet. Immediately he wanted to know what was behind those doors, but the lock wasn't something he could open even though he was **** to know what was inside.

Michael left the wardrobe and looked back at the dresses and outfits on display. He took some of them out and looked at them. Some of them he had never seen before, and some were clearly from a few years back. Before deciding that he had seen enough, he went through them and some drawers and closed the closet. Before leaving, he surveyed the room one last time and walked into the hall. His stomach growled as he walked. He looked at his clock and decided to have something to eat.

When his caloric needs were filled, he walked to his room. I wasn't as tastefully decorated as Sarah's. She had always been the one with good taste in decorating. He lay down on his bed but felt a lump on his back. He moved his hand and touched the soft silky fabric of the hood. He pulled it out and looked at it. He had slept with it last night as a reminder of his excitement Friday evening. Unfurling it, he held it in his hands. It would probably be a while before Sarah returned so he could undress and have some fun, right? At least, he thought so. He removed all his clothes and gathered his hood, pillow, and belt.

He made his way to Sarah's door and slipped inside. He folded the pillow and put it down on the floor, and sat down on top of it. He prepared the belt by looping it into itself and putting on the hood. Lastly, he threaded his arms in the prepared belt behind his back and tightened it with the help of his legs. His arms weren't stuck because the buckle didn't engage with the latch, but tightening the strap by his leg made the illusion real enough.

He started grinding slowly on the pillow, teasing himself and imagining that he was tucked in the corner of Sarah's room while she was fucked on the bed. The perfume smell of the room wafted into his nostrils, and soon he was aggressively humping the pillow, entirely absorbed by his fantasy.