A couple of weeks after I started the new job, I was about to go to bed when I heard the door close next door. The woman's voice giggled as a low man's voice murmured something. I went upstairs and washed up, then went downstairs to make sure my apartment was fully locked up and cleaned, and as I did so I heard their heavy breathing quite clearly through the wall. A bit sad that someone was having a much better Friday night than I was, I went back upstairs, turned out the light, and soon fell asleep.
About half an hour later I was jolted awake by the sound of a massive flop onto a bed next door. Oh great, was my first thought, clearly the reason the apartment's so cheap is that they skimped on soundproofing! Soon I heard liquid smacks and kisses, and despite myself I started getting hard as I imagined what was occurring next door. I had no idea what my neighbor or her guest looked like, and my imagination drew a busty blonde wrestling intimately with a massively-endowed athletic stud. The sounds of the motions from next door were soft and rhythmic―rustlings of the sheets, heavy breathing, occasional sequences of creaks from the bed, and as my imagination worked I rubbed my shaft lightly with my fingertips.
I imagined the two in a hot 69 working each other leisurely towards their common goal, and sooner than I expected the bed next door squeaked rhythmically as somebody rocked hard into the other, and soon I heard my neighbor's voice gasp and moan. When her guest moaned in return, "That's it, baby, fuck my hand, come for me," I could tell from the position of the voices that in fact they were lying side by side and head to head. A vigorous shaking of the bed that lasted a full minute followed, and her heavy breathing sounded throughout as close to my ear as if she were on my bed next to me. At the end she screamed loudly and the bed stopped rocking, then there was a loud fit of squeaking, a heavy breathing out, and silence.
After a minute a vigorous rustling began and after another minute vigorous squeaking started again, lasting about thirty seconds before the man's voice moaned and my neighbor's voice said quietly, "Cum for me, honey." He suddenly screamed and the squeaking reached a crescendo, then my neighbor giggled and said, "Up to my chin. Good boy!" He laughed and there was silence for a while.
I lay there embarrassed at intruding yet extremely horny at the same time; my hard cock twitched in my hand and I was close to release, but I knew I was so turned on that I'd disturb them with my noise if I finished just then. I lay there hoping they'd play around some more, and to my relief after about five minutes I heard them kissing and gasping. I stroked lightly and soon heard her say, "Yes, I'm ready." The bed rocked heavily for five minutes; at the four-minute mark my hips thrust upwards, my hand tightened around my throbbing cock as I gasped for breath, and streams of hot cum shot onto my chest and belly as I drained myself to dreams of spewing my juice between well-rounded breasts and up into her blonde hair and around her long, elegant neck.
I lay there wiping up as my neighbor's guest finished a minute later, and soon I heard him apologize for not bringing her off. She chuckled, "I think my neighbor was listening to us. It threw me off." I blushed hard in the dark as they laughed, and soon I heard some rustling and squeaking before her short, vigorous, almost silent second orgasm, and the three of us fell asleep afterwards.
The next morning I was up at six and out the door after a quick shower to be at work on time and with time to spare for a leisurely cup of coffee or three at a cafe, so I did not see the fellow leave. For the next three weeks I heard the two of them fucking, fighting, or both each Friday and Saturday night, and I came to know their sexual patterns well enough to time my orgasm to the heights of their passion; each time I imagined her as a different woman drawn from my sexual fantasies, a feast of hair colors, eye colors, skin colors, breast size, and rounded figures of different kinds. Their affair ended after a month, however, when she had learned he was seeing other women on the side. I listened to a little of their fight before putting on my headphones and tuning out.
All that time I had still managed not to catch sight of her; somehow our schedules only overlapped in the late evenings. Still, I wouldn't have recognized any of my other neighbors either. The next weekend I went to bed as usual and slowly rubbed off to a magazine pictorial, and as I got close I allowed my body to respond to my hand. As I climaxed, I thrust upwards hard and drained myself vigorously, and as I reached down for my shirt to wipe up I heard my neighbor chuckle and shift in her bed. Again I blushed, but being exhausted I turned out the light and drifted off to sleep. Before I fully dropped off I heard the bed next door rocking slightly in a now-familiar rhythm and wished her sweet dreams as I dozed off.
This happened a few more nights over the next two weeks, and I suspected she made a point of listening in and pleasuring herself as I pleasured myself. Ordinarily I would have been upset and put out, but in the circumstances it seemed only fair. Soon I looked forward to going to bed and hearing her climax shortly after I did, and after two weekends it seemed fairly normal.
On Sundays the museum opened at noon and closed late, and one Sunday morning about three weeks after my neighbor broke up with her guest I stayed in and cooked myself breakfast instead of going out for coffee and pastries. I realized as I sat there at my little table that I was waiting to hear my neighbor moving around. I was curious what she looked like. I realized all I knew about her was that her mailbox called her A. Westland, and she seemed to have an unpredictable schedule, but then again I hadn't gone out of my way to look for her. In any case I'd have been very uncomfortable meeting her.
About 10 o'clock I got ready to go to work, and as I dressed I heard her moving around in her room. I was tying my tie when I heard her go downstairs, and a minute later I heard her front door open and close. I went to the window and looked out. She was walking off in the direction of a local supermarket with a big bag over her shoulder; all I could tell from seeing her from behind was that she was a bit short and had long chestnut hair reaching most of the way down her back, with a slim figure but wide hips. I waited until she had turned the corner to leave for work.
Work passed in a boring blur and I went home exhausted at the end of my work week; my usual day off besides Monday was Wednesday. When I got home, I could see her lights on through the window shades. I sat in my apartment as dinner cooked and pondered the fact that even though we didn't know each other by sight, we were still fairly well acquainted with each other's sexual lives. It was very strange and it made me quite uneasy; at the same time, it was rather exciting.
I went to bed about 11 as usual and soon heard her settle in her bed near me. I imagined her body lying wide-hipped on a fan of chestnut hair on her sheets, legs open and her hand rubbing swollen pink lips inside a thick tangle of curly dark brown hair, and as I rubbed my throbbing erection I heard her bed creak rhythmically. I allowed myself to pump without silence, and as I got close I heard her moan and her bed creaked loud and hard; she squealed at the moment of climax and I moaned loudly a minute later as I spewed hard up to my chest after lifting my hips off the bed.
I lay there exhausted and soon heard her begin again. Her breath was ragged and loud as her noises continued, and in amazement at the thought of it all I stroked myself hard and pounded away with my fist as her bed creaked loudly. With a furious groan I spewed once more, a hard quick climax that wore me out. I was too tired even to wipe up my drying cum and fell asleep as I heard her squeal once more.
The next morning I woke up feeling as embarrassed as I ever had in my life, but it soon passed as I washed up. The mail usually arrived in the middle of the morning during the week, so I left about 7:30 and returned about the time it usually arrived. When I entered the little mailbox room, I saw a pretty woman about my age with creamy white skin and waist-length chestnut hair closing the mailbox next to mine. I automatically blushed. She passed me and stood idly at the door as she glanced through her letters, and when she saw me put my key in my mailbox door she smiled and walked out.
I retrieved my mail and walked back to my apartment ten yards behind a familiar cascade of glossy chestnut hair, and when I turned the corner to my row of apartments I saw she was standing at the door just past mine. I swallowed and breathed in as she smiled and blushed, and when I reached my doorstep she said, "Hi."
"Hi."
"So...you're my new neighbor."
"Not that new."
"Yeah." After a pause she wiped her palm and held out her hand, "I'm Angela."
I introduced myself and said it was a pleasure to meet her. She smiled and said, "You too." She then opened her door, stepped inside, and waved bye, and I said bye and smiled back at her. She had smiling blue eyes, round cheeks, full lips, a thick neck, and deep cleavage showing at the top of a low-cut light green sweater blouse that I had glanced at (I hoped) fairly surreptitiously, though a wicked knowing glint to her smile when I looked back up seemed evidence I had been all too obvious.
While I was strongly tempted to go upstairs and drain myself repeatedly in my mind's eye all over her neck and cleavage as she smiled up wickedly at me, I had errands to run. I spent the rest of the day in a frenzy of excitement and came home walking gingerly with blue balls. As I walked up to my door I thought I saw her window shade flicker open and shut, but feeling it best not to assume anything I went inside and read until an early bedtime. As I lay down I heard the door of the bedroom next door open, and I sat up and knelt on my bed with my left hand supporting me on the wall separating us. I jerked off vigorously. My bed rocked with loud squeaks for about thirty seconds and I moaned loudly at the end, spraying the wall with a day's heavy load as if it were her belly, and as I looked around for my shirt to wipe it up I heard a chuckle on the other side of the wall.
I lay back down and heard a chair squeak far from the wall. I closed my eyes and imagined her above me and pulled off twice more in ten minutes, finally relieving the pressure in my swollen balls, and at the end I thought I heard her chair squeak and a low moan escape her lips, but I simply wiped up and rolled over to sleep in a bit of disgust with the whole situation. This mood continued the next couple of days, to the point that I slept on the couch one night and simply went to sleep the next. The night after that we returned to our mutual squeaks and moans and on occasion smiled at each other in the mailbox room.
A month later a fellow I had worked with at the convenience store invited me to a Halloween party. I dressed casually and towards the end of the evening started chatting with a stunning blonde, Kate, in her late 30s. "And what are you dressed as?" she asked.
"Not what, who," I smiled back.
"Who?"
"Oh, I'm a millionaire in disguise."
"Oh really," she laughed, "and just how many millions do you have?"
"Several dozen. I'm not really sure. I lost count years ago."
She laughed again and we flirted wide-eyed with each other for half an hour. We had worked our way back to the rear of the house and soon she had her arm around my neck and her small breasts were in my hands as I licked the inside of her mouth. She dropped to her knees and took me deep inside her mouth and throat, and after about two minutes I said, "I'm coming." She looked up at me and nodded and took me back in, and I grabbed her hair and stared into her eyes as I released into her throat; I groaned as her swallowing throat pulsed around my sensitive cock head.
When she finished, she stood up and kissed me, and as I rubbed her bare breasts she pulled back and said, "Your turn." I knelt in front of her, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties down to her knees. She had a thin patch of blonde hair and her scent was thick; I licked her and found she was drenched and her lips fully engorged. I put my lips on her clit and ran one, then two fingers inside her, and as I licked hard and fast she grabbed my head and came almost immediately. I stayed in position as she breathed in and out raggedly and slowly moved my fingers around until I felt her tunnel begin pulsing again. I licked some more and felt her come long and hard once more.
Afterwards she said, "Where's your place?" As we walked to my apartment, I wondered if my neighbor would be at home, and I laughed at the thought that she might take it amiss that I was cheating on her. Kate asked what was funny. I said, "I was just thinking how much more I like this than candy." She laughed and kissed my cheek. When we got to my apartment, I saw that Angela's lights were out and figured she was at a Halloween party herself; it was about 11 and no doubt she was out for a late night.
After we entered, I took her immediately to my bedroom, where we quickly undressed. She had small but firm breasts with dark nipples and narrow hips; her green eyes looked at me greedily as I undressed, and she pulled me to bed and moaned happily as I knelt before her on the floor instead of climbing atop her. I spread her lips wide with my thumbs and inspected her lips thoroughly in their nest of light brown hair thick between her thighs and sparser on her mount. I left the bedside light on as I played lovingly with her cunt, licking all around her lips and clit and kissing and licking her thighs, and she lay back taking her pleasure like a cat purring under my caresses.
I continued licking and sucking for thirty minutes as she moaned and bucked underneath me; her cunt was beautiful and delicious and wonderfully receptive. Her first climax this time came after fifteen minutes of bliss for both of us, her mound rubbing my nose raw and battering my face as my fingers fucked her cunt mercilessly and her fingernails dug into my scalp. After a minute she relaxed enough to allow me to breathe more easily, and I continued licking her to three more orgasms.
As she approached her fourth, she pushed my head away and said, "Fuck me now." I climbed on the bed and took position above her as she reached down and pulled me inside, and I quickly settled into a vigorous rhythm that she quickly matched. She came almost immediately but I held off, and as I thrust into her spasming body I was sure I could hear my neighbor's bed squeaking almost in unison with mine, and when Kate screeched in another climax I could hear a low long moan on the other side of the wall.
The thought of Angela listening in on us and taking her pleasure from ours spurred me on, and I pushed Kate's legs onto my shoulders and plunged hard into her again and again. My bed squealed like a cat in heat and sweat covered both of us as I fucked hard into Kate, imagining Angela on the bed next to us watching with her hand between her legs as she jammed her fingers into her hairy cunt, and with a loud groan I sat up and held Kate by the hips. I lifted her most of the way off the bed and rammed violently into her; she screeched in orgasm as I drained my cum deep inside her belly, and as her orgasm subsided she suddenly turned her head to stare at the wall as Angela loudly came.
I collapsed next to her and looked into her green eyes as she stared at me in surprise and exhaustion. She smiled and kissed me and curled up next to me, and as we kissed and played with each other's bodies she soon came alive again. She pushed me onto my back and stroked me as I watched; as I hardened she spread her thighs and pushed my hand between them, and when I was fully hard she mounted me and rode me quietly for twenty minutes. Finally she came hard and smiled as another fit of orgasmic squeaking came through the wall, and I lifted her up and pushed her down to suck me again. She took me expertly into her throat and devoured me as I groaned, "Swallow me, babe, drain me," and I spewed hard as I heard Angela moan one last time.
Afterwards, Kate climbed off the bed and stretched. She went downstairs for a glass of water and I followed her. We kissed in the kitchen and she said, "Who's your neighbor?"
"Just some girl."
She smiled, "No, she's all grown up," and we laughed. She continued, "She sure likes to listen in. I don't like that."
I grinned, "You liked it fine while I was inside you."
She looked at me closely and said, "Yes, but it's creepy."
"Does it bother you that much?"
"No, but..."
"We'll go to your place then."
"No."
"Why not?"
She looked at me for a few seconds and said, "I'm married."
I thought on that for a few seconds and said, "I see."
"He'll never find out from me. Don't worry."
"So was he at the party tonight?"
"Of course not. He's at a work party, where he's probably fucking his secretary in the bushes out back. He thinks I don't know."
"So when do you have to be home?"
"I can stay another hour."
"Good."
She smiled. "Tonight was incredible. Thank you. I want more."
I laughed and said, "I can give you one more, I think."
We sat on the couch and kissed until I was hard again. She sat above me and took me inside her tight body again, and we slowly ground away against each other until another short orgasm seized her. I pushed her off and bent her over the couch arm and entered her from behind; I plunged into her as she moaned and muttered words of lust and longing and soon felt the tough tight front of her cunt squeezing tight against the sensitive underside of my cock and the soft back of her cunt enveloping the top of my shaft. I quickly pushed over the edge and left her hanging, and she reached down and rubbed herself to a final orgasm as I held my softening cock inside her and felt her tremors one last time.