I could hear you moving around in the next room. You didn't know it, but I could hear you. I could hear the shuffling of the covers, I could hear the sound of movement, I could hear the soft moans you made in your ecstasy. At first I found it to be quite annoying, "Doesn't she have any manners?" I would think, "Can't she keep it down when other people are trying to sleep?". But as time passed my annoyance faded, to be replaced with a kind of curiosity. I started to wonder what you were doing, I mean, not that I couldn’t tell by the sounds, but what exactly was happening. Your noises became a part of my night, and on the nights when I couldn’t sleep I would lay awake and listen trying to piece together an image of a stranger. I often consider telling you that I can hear you through the walls but that would be too awkward for me to handle, and honestly I’ve grown a little attached.
Tonight is an interesting night. The sounds are louder than usual, seems like you’ve got company. A girl by the sounds of it, not unusual for you to have a girl over but I haven’t heard this voice before. Well it’s a Saturday night in a big city and you’re a pretty girl. I doubt you’d have any trouble convincing new people to come back with you. And now the sounds are shifting, the laughing has stopped but the movement hasn’t. I think you’re kissing now. Sounds like fun. It’s gone silent now. I close my eyes and focus to try and paint a picture again. You’re undressing her, she laughs and says to take it slow, you’ve got all night. You don’t respond for a moment. You giggle and agree. You’re kissing again. She’s moaning. I can’t hear what you’re doing so I have to fill it in, you slide your right hand up her thigh and bring it to rest on her waist, your left hand cupping her breast. You move her bra downward and pinch her nipples between you thumb and forefinger. She moans again. The noises stop, seems like you’re finishing the undressing. So much for taking it slow.
Sounds of movement start up once more, sounds like you’re on the couch. You’re touching each other, slowly, it’s very quiet. I can hear you speaking, but I can’t make out the words, more sounds of movement follow. You’re moving on the couch, I hear the sounds of feet on the floor. I can hear you moaning. She’s eating you out I think, moved to the floor so she could get between your legs as you sat on the couch. As she moves her tongue around your vagina your moans come more and more frequently. You’re talking to her as she does it, nothing important really, encouragements I suppose. You lean over and use your fingers to rub her as she eats you out. You both moan with pleasure. You tell her you want to go down on her as well - that was quite loud, or maybe everywhere else is just quiet. She suggests you eat each other out, you agree. More sounds of movement. I hear sounds of moans and movement as you both lick each other's clits. I can hear you calling her name as she puts her tongue inside you, you moan louder, loud enough that I think the other neighbors hear it. She’s moaning now too. The sounds of your moans mix together as they come through the wall. You lick and suck each other and moan and groan for so long that I lose track of the time.
