Ever since moving into her brand new Docklands apartment Shanie had been wondering about her next door neighbour. Each evening, when she arrived home exhausted from her new job in the City, Shanie tended to head straight for a perfectly chilled glass of Chardonnay as she curled up on the settee in front the usual rubbish on the TV to help her to unwind.
She knew from when she was shown round the block by the agent that her lounge shared a wall with her neighbour's. At around 7 pm each evening, around the time she heard her neighbour come in from work, she'd noticed that she could hear voices. For the first couple of weeks she couldn't quite figure out what was going on. She could hear moaning, and it was definitely sexual. But she was pretty sure that there was just one woman, in her late 40s, living there and she never heard the doorbell ring or any visitors coming or going.
Eventually Shanie realised, her neighbour was addicted to porn. Lesbian porn – there was never any hint of a man in what she could hear. Once she realised Shanie couldn't help but turn her mind to what her neighbour was up to. She imagined her naked on her sofa. Despite being some 20 years older than Shanie, she was extremely attractive. Long, firm legs which Shanie had never seen out of amazing, expensive spike heeled shoes. A great ass which was always shown off in tight fitting, short skirts. And perfect large breasts which swung pendulously as she walked. Shanie shuddered as she imagined her neighbour without the skirt suits she saw her in every morning as they both left for work. Of course in Shanie's imagination she kept the spike heels on though, they were so incredibly sexy.
The more Shanie thought about the sexy, mature, confident woman next door, playing with her slick wet pussy while she watched other women playing with slick wet pussies, the harder Shanie found it to think about anything else. She tried to find other ways of occupying her time but nothing could truly distract her from the thought of what was going on next door, or from the now almost permanent wetness she felt between her legs.
Another week or so later Shanie couldn't contain herself anymore. She turned the TV off and rearranged her furniture so the settee was against the wall, making sure she could hear as much as she possibly could. She'd stripped off as soon as she got home from work and lay herself down on the sofa. She could hear the sound of girls reaching orgasm as she started to play with her own ample breasts, pinching the nipples as hard as she could so they stood on end and then taking each breast in turn with both hands and bringing her erect nipple up to her mouth so she could lick and suck on it.
When she could wait no longer she allowed her right hand to slip between her legs. She gasped as she lightly touched the opening to her pussy when she realised how silky wet it was. She didn't know it was possible to be that wet. She slipped one finger inside her engorged hole and gently pushed against her g-spot feeling the gush of juice covering her hand as she did so. There was no way she was going to be able to hold off for very long. She added another finger, and another and started to pump her pussy her hard. She could hear her juices flooding out and covering her hand and the sofa. As her pussy started to contract she pulled her hand out and furiously started to rub around her hard clit. As her body writhed on the sodden sofa she could hear herself moaning louder and louder. She suddenly realised that the soundtrack next door had stopped and had been replaced by a noise almost identical to that which she was making. Her sexy, mature neighbour was now masturbating with her. Listening to her as she reached her shuddering climax. And as Shanie heard her neighbour's final orgasmic moan she knew that she had to get closer to the woman next door.
The next day, after struggling to get to sleep as her mind had raced all night imaging what she could to with her neighbour's body, Shanie got home early. It was a warm sunny evening and she took a book and a glass of wine out onto the balcony. Moving her lounger into the sun right on the edge of the balcony she noticed that she could see quite clearly into her neighbour's apartment. Not only that but she could just see the settee where last night her neighbour lay masturbating with Shanie.