I live in a place that is apparently an old motel room, it's only small, but I like it. But something that's obvious is the bathroom doesn't have ventilation -- the steam can either leave via the door or a small grate above the shower. The grate however, connects to the room next door and is the focal point of this story.
Last month I stood on my shower chair to inspect it more closely. It's about 20cm square and sits too high on the wall for me to see through. But once on the chair, there is a clear line of sight into next door's bathroom.
I didn't dwell on it too much until one morning when I awoke to echoed voices. Curious, I got up to investigate. The male voice was slightly accented but sounded familiar and was joined by a woman. As I stood in my bathroom naked I realised that I can hear them clearly, almost as though they're in the room with me.
I blushed slightly and gave them their privacy. I don't think they know about the vent and it would be rude to listen -- right?
A few days pass and I can hear them again, I politely close the door. But the more often this happens, the longer it takes me to shut the door. Their showers are long -- easily half an hour or more and I frequently walk in on them.
One day as I'm coming home, I see my neighbour leaving his apartment. I instantly recognise him, he's the hot Russian-looking guy I work with. I make polite conversation and try not to smile. The thought of him with a woman, any woman in the shower sends my mind racing to a whole new level.
I enter my apartment and instantly strip my clothes off and throw myself on the bed. The urge to play with myself is overwhelming and I submit to my urges, secretly hoping that he's forgotten something from his place and can hear me through the vent.
Days pass and I eagerly await his aural exhibitionist show. I definitely want front row seats and I don't want to miss any of it. I wonder if he can hear me? I wonder if every time I moan or orgasm if I'm the one giving him a show. I wonder if he fantasies about me, fantasising about him. I wonder if he can hear me at 3am while he's sleeping and if it creeps into his dreams.
I wonder if he knows about the vent.
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It's Friday night and I'm at home studying. I can hear voices and a woman giggling outside. Is this the day I have been waiting for over the last few months? I hear his voice and inhale sharply, awaiting confirmation of my suspicions. I hear his voice even more clearly as his front door unlocks. The giggling continues as the door slides shut, but the lock doesn't click.
I can feel the anticipation building like the wetness between my legs. I start to play with myself but am met with silence. I grow impatient, restless. I walk into my bathroom and listen, but still nothing. I stand on the shower chair and hold my breath, searching the silence.
The light clicks on and for a split second his eyes meet me and I quickly duck. I know the grate is too high to see through, but for an instant I am convinced he saw me because of the angle of the door. My heart is dancing rhythms in my chest and echoing in my ears.
