My flatmate always makes a lot of noise when she has sex. And the walls in our flat are paper thin. So I can hear everything.
She starts out making these low, breathy moans. They are barely audible through the walls but once you know what it means they are impossible to ignore. Then she gets louder and higher pitched until she's almost yelping and she finishes with big theatrical moans which might as well yell out, "I'm coming, I'm coming".
At first it used to really embarrass me. I would either find a reason to leave the flat or, at the least, put some headphones on.
But it also used to make me kinda wet too. At first I didn't really want to admit that, didn't like to admit how much it turns me on listening to her fuck.
She's a gorgeous girl, my flatmate, a real playboy bunny type, a tall leggy blonde with big, bouncing tits. So she never lacks male attention. Or, to put it another way, she's a bit of a slut. There is always someone hanging round and, seeing as how she's so good looking, her guys are generally pretty good looking too.
Pretty much everytime we go out, she'll bring someone different back. I've got used to bumping into random, half dressed men in the hallway by the bathroom the morning after. They generally look pretty sheepish but also very pleased with themselves.
I've also got used to lying awake in the dark, listening to her moan.
Sometimes, if we've been out together, I'll be drunk enough that I'll just pass out without noticing it.
More often though, I just can't help lying there and listening to it.
I mean, I've heard her fucking during the day as well. Like I say, she gets a lot of action, but its easier to find a way of blocking it out or just leaving. When it's late at night and all I want to do is sleep, there isn't much alternative but to lie there and listen to it.
I can't help but imagine what she's doing as I listen to her.
There is a large gilt mirror in her room, propped up on the floor against one wall. I picture her bent over with her hands pushed up against the glass as her lover takes her hard from behind. She's such a narcissist, I imagine she'd really get off watching herself getting fucked.
It gets me off too.
I can't help it but it gets me so wet listening to her. Soaking.
It didn't take very many nights before I just gave in and started stroking myself to the sound of it. I sort of didn't even mean to, or at least that's what I told myself, my hands just sort of found their way quite naturally between my legs, just sliding through my wetness.
As she was only at the low breathy stage, I just sort of very gently and slowly ran my fingers round my lips and up and down my slit. I was already so wet though.
Her moans had neither rhythm or pace at this point, so I guessed they were just fooling around. Was her lover touching her? Surely. But how and where. My mind raced. I imagined him (even though I wasn't even sure what he looked like), kissing and sucking on her breasts. Maybe his head was between her legs. I hoped so.
Suddenly her moans stopped. Had they finished already? Or maybe she'd found something better to do with her mouth.
I paused, almost holding my breath and straining to hear. My hand was still in my wet pussy but I stopped moving that as well. Could I very faintly hear sucking noises or was that just my imagination? I was so turned on by this point I could convince myself of anything.
Eventually, after what seemed like forever, I heard her moan again.
This was different from before though, little short sharp "oh, oh ohs" coming at little regular intervals. I could almost hear his cock sliding inside her.
I tried to imagine what position they might be in. Was she on her back? Legs spread as he moved inside her and on top of her. No. Too boring.
Was she riding him? Her big tits bouncing as she got herself off, sliding her pussy up and down his big hard cock (there was no doubt in my mind that all her lovers had large pleasing cocks).
No. She was, at least in my overactive imagination, on all fours on the bed as he fucked her from behind, making her little yelps each time he thrust himself so deep inside her.
I was so turned on by this point that I was rubbing my clit hard, getting myself more and more worked up. The more I touched myself and the hornier I got the more clearly I could picture them fucking. The more clearly I could picture them the hornier I became and the more I touched myself.
She was close now, I could tell. She was and so was I. She was calling out, "oh, oh, oh", I was barely whimpering but I could feel my orgasm sweeping through me as surely as hers was through her.
It felt so good, coming like that alone in my bed, but with her joyful ecstatic cries in my ears.
I lay there in the dark afterwards, sweating and trembling, my fingers slick with my juices, all naughty and satisfied, and slowly drifting off to sleep in the now quiet peaceful darkness.
