It has been an hot day, the night won't be less.
I lay on my bed, cloth-less, just the smooth breeze of the wind fan from the ceiling keeps my skin from sweating. Shortly, I get sleepy.
In the buzz, I hear the heels down the hallway. Keys-door, the click. The next door lady is back at home.
Sleep's scarps later the quite muffled sound of her voice wakes me up. Singing, perhaps, as the shower runs.
I slide again into Morpheus' arms.
Then, it happens.
Something urges my eyes to open.
A whisper, across the wall. The softest moan, and my slumber is history.
Seconds of silence, then another whisper, just like a sigh. It gets my adrenaline to run.
Straining, to not miss a thing, I wait.
And there again, the moan.
Feeble, short.
I feel it on my skin short before hearing it.
As a light finger on my throat.
I feel.
With outstretched mind, awakened senses, ready, alive.
Another sigh, almost gasping, it brushes my nape making me shiver.
Staying still, I close my eyes and push my awareness toward the wall. Toward her.
A wide mouthed moan, interrupted, restarted, velvety and warm.
I feel it sliding on me, on my chest, rising and falling back to lick my nipples.
I hold my breath for the shock of the sudden pleasure.
Next wind feels like fire to me.
Quietness follows, but not in my mind.
I try to recall the way she looks. Who's with her? Who the artist drawing those sounds from her?
My skin tingles.
My hair tingle.
