The sound echoed down the winding staircase making my head snap up and my eyes widen as I shut the door behind me. The sound was gone as quickly as it had appeared. I decided I must have imagined it due to my thoughts still remaining with the fun I had had with my friend Amy the previous evening.
A long low noise again floated down from the upper levels of the house. Confused I stepped lightly towards the stairs wondering how I could possibly be hearing moans emanating from my supposedly empty house.
I had lived alone for the last three years since I inherited the house from my parents after their untimely death. It was a large house, far too large for a single man but i had not yet had the heart to put it on the market. I had grown up seemingly only feet from where the now louder and more explicit moaning was coming from.
"Oh fuck!" I heard a women cry. And then nothing only the regular sounds of my house.
Now on the stairs I quietly began to move up the stairs pressing myself against the wall as I went. Moving cautiously, trying to see down the corridor at the top of the staircase I took each step slowly and carefully, knowing the house to be very old, and therefore subject to being extremely creaky.
I neared the top and saw the light in my bedroom was on but the door was closed. The fact that it could be a robber or a potential murderer in the house did not even cross my mind, as I stared at the door pondering what my next move should be. The sounds I had heard still captivated my mind and my curiosity.
The door began to open and a lithe young woman with long dark hair, with some subtle blond highlights, dressed only in a towel quickly emerged. The stair took this opportunity to creak and she spun round with a start, and seeing me she squealed in excitement and ran over towards me.
"John!" she said happily as she approached.
"Deb!" I said, returning her smile as comprehension dawned.
Deb was my old university flatmate who I hadn't seen in a good five years since she moved to Italy for work. We had both been on the same course and had even shared a flat in the second and third years. We had been good friends throughout the three years but had had to go our separate ways for our careers.
I had heard from her a few months ago and she told me she was heading up her own research facility back in England and she mentioned she would like to visit and catch up at some point. I had completely forgotten she had said, just last week, she would be coming this weekend.
"Sorry I didn't call. I wanted to surprise you. Plus I know you always leave a key outside." She smiled and winked at me.
"No, it's no problem, I'm glad there was a key, it's not exactly warm outside is it? How are you Deb? "I asked after we hugged. Feeling her C cup breasts press into me through her towel reminded me of the reason I had crept up my own staircase and I pulled away to hide my arousal caused by the fact that I had heard her touching herself and from the sounds of it climaxing in my room.
