Part 1: Imagine
"Mmm..."
I woke up to a faint, muffled moans at the back of my head.
Where did that come from?
I'm pretty sure I'm all alone in my apartment. For a split second, I thought that maybe the sound came from the neighboring unit.
"Ah..... ahhhh.... mmmm.... ah.. "
The moans were much clearer and louder now. It sounds like suppressed moans, the one you use when you're having sex and you don't want the neighbors to hear. I listened tightly now, my head still stuffed against my pillow, my eyes closed.
"Mmm.... uh... uhhh.... "
She sounds like she's solo, no thumping or noises of butt and skin slapping onto each other.
Maybe, she's touching herself?
How could she be possible pleasuring herself? There are tons of ways. Could she be fingering herself, stimulating her clit with a finger or two? Maybe, she's using a vibrator, does the buzz feel good around her clit? Nah, she's probably using one of those dildos. She's probably sticking it in and out of her pussy for the last couple of minutes, for penetration.
Her pussy's wet, that's for sure.
Maybe her pussy's actually dripping wet right now, and maybe she wants a cock so bad, but nobody's there to give it to her.
Shit, I'm starting to feel tingling down there just thinking about it. The cold air brushed lightly past my skin as I turned to the other side of the bed—it was empty.
I sighed. Do you know how frustrating it feels? When you're so horny and your dick is starting to get hard but you've got no one with ya.?
This is the absolute worst.
The moaning was all good and consistent, until she kind of squealed a bit, maybe she already cum. Then she stopped. The moaning stopped and it was all quiet again.
I felt quite dismayed when she stopped, because I wanted to hear her moan some more. It was sexy, and it turned me on.
I stared at the wall for a few more seconds and shut my eyes closed, as if forcing myself to go back to sleep. I could still here a few droplets of rain hitting against the glass of my bedroom's window. I wasn't able to get any proper sleep last night and now the moans had stopped so I'm trying my best not to scream the fuck out of frustration. I am terribly pissed.
I lay down on my stomach and buried my head onto the pillow—then I heard it again.
"Mmm....uh... uh..."
It was a young girls voice, but one I've never heard before. The voice wasn't familiar at all, but it was different. It wasn't the girl from earlier. I'm pretty sure it's all in my head.
I closed my eyes again, convinced that I was just imagining things because I wanted to hear the moans so badly.
"Ah... ahh... uhh..."
The moaning in my head intensifies, as her once calm, guttural voice turns into high-pitched pleas of pleasure.
Her moans were soft, innocent but naughty. She seems shy, but the tone of her voice as she breathes exasperatedly tells it all—as if she wants me so bad right now.
"Mmm... mmm... ahhh..."
I desperately tried to restrain myself. She was just my imagination, I thought to myself. Wow!
"P-please.... uhhh... uh... " she whispers. I got goosebumps all over my body, as I could feel my face redden and my blood rush all the way down to my stiff cock, causing it to harden once more.