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.
