The next day I shared a coffee with Laura over breakfast. She stood in the kitchen, dressed only in a light cotton wrap. In the silhouette she cast against the window, I could see her breasts in profile, round and pert despite the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. Her small waist, the gentle swell of her butt, and a tuft of pubic hair were also clearly visible through her wrap. Knowing there was nothing but a wispy garment between the two of us made my pulse race in a way I wasn't used to. I must have been acting a little weird, because before she disappeared into her room to dress for work, Laura looked closely at me.

"Are you okay?" she said, bending over to examine me so that I could see the dark outline of her nipples. Somehow I convinced her that I was fine, and she disappeared into her room and closed the door. She left me sitting at the kitchen table, nursing my coffee. Without knowing it, she'd ignited a spark of sexual arousal that I couldn't ignore.

As soon as I was sure she'd left for work, I was back in that bedroom, hands shaking as I unwrapped the vibrator. This time I knew what to expect, and I'd been getting horny. I held it directly against my skin, without the panties this time. The vibe was warm, soft, and slightly tacky. I fantasized that it was Laura's skin. When I closed my eyes, I pictured Laura using the dildo on me as she had in my dream. Again, I came in seconds flat, a climax that made me close my eyes and cry out, so lost in how good I felt that I didn't care who heard me.

Over the next couple of weeks I sneaked into Laura's room to raid her toy chest whenever I got the chance. Occasionally, I even made myself late for work, waiting until she'd gone out so that I could pleasure myself before I left the apartment, but it'd been worth it.