Showing Off: Summer Apartment

I haven't been allowed to cum lately. My "summer boyfiend" (an interesting story for later) wants both of us to save up for when we see each other this weekend.

Day 1 - I'm doing okay.

Day 2 - Slightly hornier-than-usual morning, but still okay.

Day 3 - I'm pretty sure I could cum from humping the air vigorously.

The story I'd like to share happened on July 4th, so I had the day off work. I got to see the new Spiderman movie starring Andrew Garfield (hot damn!), then shopped for a bit, and went to a rather boring party my boss had invited me too. Everyone there was at least 10 years older than me, and, unlike the gay club, I wasn't the sexy center of attention. After that I went back home.

It's around 9 pm, and I've slipped back into an ultra-horny mood. I wanted to do some exhibitionism. It seems that whenever I get really aroused, I always want to do something naked and risky. But I still had misgivings about parading around naked at the place I live at. I was especially worried about management finding out and kicking me out; there are cameras in all the hallways and elevator. After giving it some thought, I decided that they probably didn't watch the video footage unless they were actively looking for something, and since the office closed at 5 and there wasn't anyone there to even accidentally see me on screen, I went ahead with my plans.

Still a bit apprehensive about being naked where I live, I put a sock on my cock as my sole piece of clothing. I texted my summer boyfriend with a picture of myself and the message: "I'll walk up and down the stairwell wearing just this sock right now if you want me to." I wanted to do this and wanted him to tell me to do it. For a bit, he didn't want me to go becaue there were a lot of people in the pool (which is almost right outisde the building's front doors) and was worried I would be caught by a group of people.

I really wanted someone else to tell me to do this, because it makes it feel more like a command or dare. When it's set up this way, I'm bolder. If I encounter a situation that I would normally run away from (say, realizing my set path is going to put me on full view in front of a lot of people with nowhere to hide), I'll force myself to go through with it because I'm being ordered to do it, and I would have to report a failure to the person in charge if I didn't.

Eventually, he felt that it was safe enough to do and told me to go ahead.

The riskiest part, to me, was actually leaving my apartment and walking down the hallway towards the elevator and stairwell. At this point, I had nowhere to quickly retreat to. I made it to the stairwell with no incident.

This is the best feeling -- that first step.

I went up one flight of stairs to the top landing. I could hear people on the other side of the door, but with the way the place echoes, it was impossible to tell if they were a few feet from the door or on the other end of the hallway.

Sock!

From the top landing, I walked down the 4-story stairwell to the very bottom step. My heart was pounding the entire time, and at any of the landings someone could have easily opened the door and caught me dead in my tracks. A sure-fire way to get caught while being nude in a stairwell is for someone to enter above me. As they head down the steps, I have no place to go. I suppose I could dart into a hallway and hope that nobody was there, but that's not a very secure method of avoiding people. During my descent, I took a few pics for my summer boyfriend.

 The room that contians the beginning of the stairwell has 2 doorways leading out of it. One has a door and opens to the area in front of the elevator. The other doorway is just an opening that faces the building's main entryway. Anyone standing outside the building's main doors would have had a clear view of me, but because of the inside lighting I wouldn't have seen them. I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a bit to take a picture. No one entered during the time I spent on the first floor, and I had yet to encounter anyone.

I turned around to start my climb back to my apartment on the 3rd floor, and finally gave in to my inner wishes and took the sock off. I didn't know what to do with it. I really prefer to distance myself from all clothing if possible, plus it looked weird carrying one sock. I wasn't going to through it away -- it was a good sock! I tried stuffing it into my mouth, but it was too much cloth and I'm sure I looked like a chipmunk. I ended up just holding it in my hand.

As usual, my cock wasn't erect because I was a bit nervous about being seen. With each step, however, I became less and less worried and began stroking and boning up. I never reached a full hard-on, but was obviously excited. Between the 2nd and 3rd floors I heard at least 2 girls below me. They must have just entered the building and were on the first flight of stairs. That was really exciting, knowing that people were really close. Thinking back, I should have just turned around and headed back down so I could run into them. Instead, I stopped to take a pic of me on the stairs.

Cell phone camera + people approaching me
+ shaking slightly from the rush = not a good picture

A few more steps up and I was at the door to the 3rd floor. Not knowing at all who might be waiting for the elevator, about to get off the elevator, or walking down the hall to the elevator, I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. No one was there.

I went back to my apartment's door and stopped to take a few pics in the hallway. Anyone could have opened their door during that. It was still only a bit past 9 pm on a holiday. Sadly, there were no encounters during this event, but I had a hell of a time.

Note: I ended up accidentally cumming the next day. My punishment was no cumming or touching until next Saturday.

Follow the winds
=Sab