The Aureur

Aureur. I am an aureur. I know it's not an accepted word, but I like it. The official term is

auditory voyeur

, but that is a stupid phrase. I like to listen to people having sex without being able to see them, so I have to imagine what is happening. Sure, I like seeing naked women, but my real fetish is hearing them during passion.

My day job is an accountant at the hospital in Ames, Iowa. I am 47, single and I live alone. That leaves me enough time to work out at the gym almost every day, so I am in very good shape. It helps motivate me to listen to women who grunt while they work out. I know it is not actually sexual, but it is reminiscent enough to be exciting. And I bet it is what they sound like in bad.

I have a simple lifestyle, which leaves me money to pursue my passion. I spend all three weeks of vacation a year and some long weekends, staying in hotels, hoping for noisy neighbors.

Sometimes I am lucky and have a noisy neighbor, other times I am disappointed. I also spend some time during the day doing touristy things, so I can tell people at work about my trip.

I am getting better about picking which hotels and when are more likely to have amorous guests. Family hotels are obviously a bad choice. Business travelers are usually alone, although some of the prostitutes they hire can put on a good show. And I feel weird being the only single person at a hotel aimed at honeymooners. But I admit, I have done it. And it was worth it. Newlyweds can be very passionate.

When I stumbled across the convention in Grand City, it was a definite must. I will stay a few days after the meeting to see Grand City and fill my touristing quotient. A whole floor of a hotel filled with sex-crazed people should be a non-stop symphony of erotic sounds.

The flyer says the convention opens Friday evening with a meet and greet from 7-10. I am not big on socializing, but I would like a chance to see who is there. I can then try to imagine which of them I am hearing.

I check into the hotel at 7:00 and drop my bag in the room. Unsurprisingly, the floor where the conventioneers are staying is deserted. Everyone else is down in the ballroom. The rooms seem fairly standard modern hotel style, probably no extra sound insulation. Some hotels have taken to trying to deaden sound. If that catches on, my reason for living is lost.

I bite the bullet and head to the ballroom. I check in for the convention, getting my name tag and a bag of basic swag. I look around at my fellow conventioneers. It is about 50-50 male-female split. Most of the women are in very revealing clothing; even I enjoy the view.

I grab a scotch on the rocks from the bar and fill a plate at the buffet. Looking around the room, they obviously left one corner relatively dark. I find an empty table back there and set my drink and plate down.

I take a sip of my drink and close my eyes and just listen. There are people at most of the tables around me, but I think I am the only one who is alone. At some tables, lovers to be are whispering sweet nothings to each other. One woman is describing what she intends to do to her companion later that night. In glorious explicit detail.

Others are doers, not talkers. There are several couples kissing. I can hear the distinctive sounds of a blow job a few tables away. And to the other side, the scintillating sounds of a woman softly moaning. I do not know if her lover is male or female, but I imagine they are suckling on a breast, while a hand is in her pussy, bringing her the pleasure behind those moans.

I try to focus my listening on them. Am I imagining it, or can I hear the gentle smack of her lover's lips as they come off a nipple? I think I can hear the sounds of fingers moving through her wet lips. She is obviously ready as her moans are becoming more needy. And then with a sharp yelp and a long sigh, she is done.

That exquisite symphony has already made this trip worthwhile. Those sounds are locked in my mind and I will play them back time and time again.

I open my eyes again. I do not look over to the table that has just entertained me. I don't want to see. The reality of it might break the spell the sounds have cast upon me.

Instead, I look back out over the dance floor. A visual cleanse before I listen for another aural vignette. I take another sip of my scotch and start noshing on my pate of hors d'oeuvres. There are now a few women dancing topless and one is completely nude. It is a nice view.

A small young woman comes up to me, and in an Aussie accent, asks, "Are you okay, sitting back here all by yourself?"

"I am fine. I am enjoying myself just sitting here. I am not very social."

"Are you here just to watch?"

"I actually like to listen. I find it very exciting. I like to hear women in passion. I just listened to a woman climax a few tables away. It was divine."

"Oh, kind of like a voyeur, but you listen instead of watch."

"My preferred term is aureur."

"Do you mind if I sit and listen with you for a few minutes. My friend Audrey has run off somewhere and I need a break. My name is Mary, by the way. And I will shut up now so you can listen."

She sits down next to me and closes her eyes. I start to listen again. The blow job I had heard earlier is reaching its conclusion. He groans once and then softly grunts a number of times, pumping his partner's mouth full. But I listen to hear the pleasure of women.

Then I hear the sound of a tongue licking a pussy. It must be near to be so clear. I think it is the table directly behind me. She is moaning, but in a very different manner than the previous woman. This could almost be an owl hooting, yet much more softly.

"Ooooh Oooooooh"

I hear pants falling to the ground. Her lover is a man, I can hear him penetrating her, The sound is obvious to anyone. The sloshing of his cock sliding in and out of her wet tunnel. The slapping of their skin together.

He is starting to grunt. She amps up her moaning. She is playing it up for him. He groans and the slapping stops as he pumps her full of his cum. I hear them kiss and I hear the plop as his cum slides back of her and falls on the floor. I hear his pants being pulled up and he walks away. She is still sitting there, unsatisfied. I hear her sigh.

She stands up and her footsteps hurry after her lover.

"That was amazing to listen to," Mary says. "Thank you for inviting me into your world."

I don't remember inviting her, but she is cute. And the accent is fun.

"But the bastard didn't finish her off. I wanted to hear her climax, not his."

"You're right. I hadn't really thought about it. My ex used to leave me hanging like that all the time. I love to fuck, but I want my orgasms, too. Especially chocolate cherry ones."

"Chocolate cherry orgasms? I am not very worldly, but I have never heard of that before."

"Sorry, it's a running joke I have with my best friend."

"Audrey?"

"No, Lisa, but she's not here."

"I'm Jeremy by the way. Thank you for joining me."

"I have an offer for you. I would like some relief after listening to that. Would you like to listen to me masturbate here. It would be more fun to know I was doing it for someone. For you."

"I would love that."

She flips he skirt up. She is not wearing anything under it. I watch her hand slide into her pussy before I close my eyes and focus completely on listening.

I can hear her fingers in her folds. They are getting wetter and sloppier as she works on herself. The motion is reduced now, I think she must be circling her clit. I hear a rustling of cloth. Her left hand must now be inside her halter, pinching her nipple. She has not vocalized at all but her breathing is becoming heavier, more ragged.

And then she gives out a short moan. Both hands stop. I can hear the folding chair creaking as her legs convulse and then a different part of it complains as she bends forward. The chair makes a third sound a few seconds later as she slumps back again. She lets out a contented sigh.

I open my eyes and look at her. Her eyes are shut, but she has a glow about her, a post-orgasmic glow. He left hand is inside her halter top, clutching her breast. Her right hand is between her thighs, which are clamped shut. Her skirt is still flipped up.

She is beautiful.

I break the moment by speaking, "Thank you, Mary. That was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me."

"I enjoyed having you listen to me. It's funny. If I had said I was going to perform for someone listening to me, I would have thought I would be very vocal. I know Audrey likes to make noise sometimes when she fucks Tim to get Lisa off. But after listening with you. it just felt right to be more subtle. Let it happen."

"That performance was sublime. I cannot imagine anything better."

"What room are you in Jeremy? Maybe Audrey and I will put on an audio show for you in the hallway tonight. We are allowed to go at it in the hall on our floor you know."

"I did see that. Room 2071. I look forward to hearing you."

"Oh, there's Audrey now. It was nice meeting you, Jeremy."

She pulls her hand out of her halter and flips her skirt down and stands up. Before she bounces away, she leans over and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

She then bounds away to a striking woman with big breasts and fiery red curls falling around her shoulders. They hug for a moment and talk and they both look back at me, then Audrey waves to me and they walk away.

I have never been in love and I know Mary and I would not be compatible, but I am absolutely smitten with her. I hope I see more of her this weekend.

I finish my plate and my drink and head up to my room. I am a little overwhelmed by meeting Mary.

I lie in bed. I can't hear much around me; I am pretty sure most everyone else is still in the ballroom. I let myself drift off. I try to plan for extra sleep. I don't let myself sleep deeply on these trips, lest I miss my quarry. And I am hoping to be woken up multiple times this weekend.

I am awakened by the sounds of passion next door. Initially, all I hear are her moans. I am pretty sure he is eating her out. She climaxes and then they fuck. I am guessing missionary and he is going at it hard, the bed rocking and the head board banging against our common wall. She makes a lot of noise as he fucks her, but I don't think she came again.

After they finish, I am thinking about my first evening here. On most trips, I would have been happy with that most recent performance alone for my first night. But I had collected a range of exquisite sounds in my memory from the ballroom.

And I had met Mary. I am picturing her. And I am hearing her. And I am in love. Or at least lust.

Then I hear it starting it the hallway, outside my door. Someone thuds against my door. I hear a voice. A woman's voice. "Yes Mary, just like that. Don't stop. You are going to make me cum. Do it. Make me cum."

And then a shriek.

"Your turn now, Mary."

I hear a second voice. My Mary's voice. Moaning, groaning, wailing.

I am stroking my own cock as I listen. I climax as she does.

I realize I want to see her. I grab a tissue to clean myself up and pull my boxers back up. I open the door and I see them further down the hallway, walking away, arm in arm. Both stark naked.

I call out, "Thank you ladies."

I bite my tongue before I profess my love to Mary.

I am awoken in the morning by a loud slap. And then another. Followed by a moan. And another slap.

The room on the other side of me has been heard from. Not my preferred kink, but I still listen.

"You were a naughty girl last night, weren't you? How many cocks did you suck?"

"Eleven."

"And what does that make you."

"A slut," she says softly.

"I didn't hear you."

"I am a slut. A harlot. A filthy whore."

"And what do you deserve?"

"To be punished."

A few more slaps and then I hear, "Now you can suck my cock, you slut."

I can hear her choking as he is forcing his cock down her throat.

Suddenly it stops, and he says, "You made me cum all over your face. You will have to keep that there all through breakfast so everyone will know how much of a slut you are."

I get up and take my shower then head to breakfast in the ballroom. I think they are keeping us isolated from the other guests. There is a handwritten sign posted saying

Guests must have the backsides covered during meals

I laugh. I guess it is necessary this weekend. I am wearing a collared short sleeve button down shirt and khaki's. It is about as casual as I go.

I do see a woman with dried cum covering her face. She is wearing a black leather bra and very short black leather shorts. With the word slut written on her bare midriff in black ink. I assume it is my neighbor.

I grab some pastries and scrambled eggs and find a table to myself. A few minutes later, I see Audrey and Mary come in. I wave to them and they wave back. And, to my joy, they come join me for breakfast. I suspect I am grinning ear to ear.

Mary is wearing what I think is the same skirt but a different halter. Another one that displays her midriff and plenty of cleavage. I am imagining that she has no underwear on again. Audrey is wearing tight fitting slacks and a translucent white blouse, with no bra on. She has beautiful big breasts, especially for her slender build. With small but dark red nipples that seem to match her bright red hair.

"Good morning, ladies. Thank you so much for your late night caroling. I enjoyed that immensely."

"Glad to please," Mary says.

"Do you know which session you will be going to this morning?" Audrey asks.

"I was thinking about 'How to please a woman'. But I don't expect they will have audio guides," I say.

"I think they will have some live demonstrations," Audrey says.

"You can listen to those," Mary says, "That is what we are going to. We can sit together."

Mary has so much energy. And everything she does seems to be sexual. God, I want her.

The room is crowded. I bet this is one of the more popular sessions. Mary sits between Audrey and me; the seats are close together and my hips are pressed against Mary's.

The session is actually quite well done and Audrey is right, they have intermittent live demos, for which I close my eyes and listen. I also enjoy the section on vibrators. I had not realized the wide range of them and they each have their own distinctive sound. That will help me reconstruct what is happening sometimes.

Most of the way through the session, Mary puts her hand on my thigh. I am about to die.

When the session is going to break for lunch, Mary leans over to me and whispers, "Would you like to try to satisfy me?"

I nod yes and we stand up. My stomach is flip-flopping. I have only had sex a handful of times in my life and not for several years. And never with anyone like Mary.

Audrey asks us both, "Do you mind if I come along, too?"

Mary seems amenable and I am in too much of a daze to object to anything. We head back to their room.

In the room, Mary asks, "I am hoping we can do more than just listen to each other."

"I want to watch you today," I say. "I apologize in advance, I am not very experienced with women. I want to watch and please you. And I do want to make love to you."

"I am not sure about making love, but I sure intend on fucking you," she says.

She slowly strips in front of me. I would say she seduced me with her moves, but she seduced me last night. Today I am just putty for her to play with.

She then takes my clothes off one at a time. She unbuttons my shirt and then bites and sucks on my nipples. I moan. I never knew they were sensitive. She pulls my pants down and pulls my cock out of my boxers. She starts licking it, sucking it, stroking it with her hand. I am breathing hard, trying to control myself.

She stops, saying, "I think I need to give you a break before I use you all up."

She lays on the bed with her legs splayed. She says, "Can you show me what you learned in the cunnilingus section this morning?"

I gulp and climb up between her legs. I have never done this before. I think about everything they said in the lecture. I start trying to lick around her pussy, avoiding her clit.

"I don't need much warmup today, I am ready for direct attention," she says, guiding me.

I start licking her clit. I have heard about the alphabet approach and try to do that to keep me calm and provide some interesting feelings. She starts to moan.

The more I lick, the more she moans. I am in heaven. Listening to her moans. Moaning from pleasure I am giving her. My Mary. I could do this forever.

Her moans are getting needier. And then she reaches the peak. She yelps loudly. Her thighs push against my head. I can feel her body quivering. Her abdomen tensed. I think for the first time in my life, I have brought a woman to a climax.

Then all of her relaxes and she sighs. She tugs on me and I crawl up and lie next to her. She leans over and gives me a quick kiss and says, "Thank you."

She snuggles against me for a few minutes, our naked flesh pressed against each other. Then she rolls me onto my back and straddles me. She guides my rock hard cock into her and says, "Let me control the pace. Try to lie there and enjoy."

She slowly rocks back and forth, pulling on and off my cock. I am working hard not to thrust back into her, as every ounce of my body wants to do. She knows I will not last long, so she brings her own hand to her pussy and starts to tease her clit.

After a few minutes of this, she starts rocking more aggressively. I lose any self control and start thrusting up into her. Almost immediately after i start pumping my cum into her, her cunt starts squeezing my cock. This feeling is exquisite. None of my previous sexual encounters even vaguely compare to this one.

Somewhere during this Audrey has lost her clothes and she now sits on the edge of the bed and kisses Mary. She reaches her hands up and gropes and molests Mary's breasts. Mary reaches a hand into Audrey's pussy and finds her clit.

It does not take long before Audrey reaches her own climax. I listen to her sounds, but I also watch her face, in its wondrous mix of agony and ecstasy.

I am surprised to feel my cock firming up again, still inside Mary. She notices too, saying, "You like watching the two of us, don't you. That feels nice in there again, but I think I will save what you have left for later."

We get dressed and the three of us grab a quick bite in the public part of the hotel. We chat a bit and I learn that they are from Boston. Mary is a paralegal at a big law firm and Audrey is a partner in a national consulting firm. She is an accountant, like me. She is amazingly young to be a partner. I am impressed.

Now that I think about it, I think I saw her on TV last year. Something about pool.

I ask her, "Did I see you on TV? Talking about pool or something?"

Mary answers, "She and Maria won the New England championship last year. The only women ever to do so. Now she has established Audrey's Girls."

"I am trying to provide safe places for adolescent girls to learn to play pool. We already have a dozen chapters. I am hoping to pass a hundred nationwide sometime next year. We got a very generous grant to get us going."

"You are a partner in a firm and you run a charity. And you are what, 25?"

"I just turned 26."

"And she is about to be named president of the company."

She suddenly speaks to me much more sternly, "I am assuming that what happens at the convention, stays at the convention. I am starting to realize how Alan felt. But we should get back to the convention."

I nod my head in agreement. I think she was getting uncomfortable with that discussion.

We watch the end of the second part of the Pleasing a Women session. Audrey wants to go off and explore some of the special rooms. I ask Mary if she wants to go for a walk and she says sure, in her usual bouncy, and very Aussie, way.