A few years after I married I went to work in my father in law's business. Both my in-laws worked there and the office was located in a converted house in a small town. The upper floors were now small apartments. Occasionally, I would have to go into them to check on them for my father in-law since he owned the building. The second floor apt. was a small efficiency. The tenant had his bed in the center room which happened to be directly above my office on the first floor. He was a single guy in his late 40's at the time, divorced with a couple older kids who lived with his ex. His name was Chuck and he was a friendly guy and used to stop in our office regularly to say hi to my mother in-law who served as our office admin and receptionist.
We would see him come in the front with his girlfriend on their way to his apartment up the stairs. A few weeks after he started seeing this woman, who worked not far from our office, I started hearing Chuck up in his apartment around lunch time. He would come in around 11:50 head up the steps to his apartment, for lunch I guess. Then several times a week, I would hear someone else head up the steps around noon and his apartment door open again. I could hear the occupants walking across the floor and muffled voices on occasion. At about 12:15 or 12:20 I would hear them get on the bed, I could actually hear the springs squeaking. Usually after about 10 minutes or so I would start to hear the slow rhythmic squeaking of the springs. This would go on pretty steady for anywhere from 5 to 10 minutes and then the pace would increase as did the force of the squeak. I could hear muffled moans and groans and a minute or two later after reaching a crescendo, the bouncing bed noises would stop.
Typically, I would then hear one person open the door and head down the steps about 10 minutes later and then another 5 or minutes or so the other person would leave the apartment and I wouldn't hear anything till the end of the day when chuck returned from work. I began to imagine what the two of them looked like while they were upstairs fucking during their lunch hour. Was he on top of her missionary style, pounding her hard, muffling her moans with deep kisses on her mouth as he pistoned his hard cock in and out of her? Or was she on top riding his cock like a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco? I knew what both of the looked like clothed but I would try to imagine them naked and fucking. Chuck was a stocky man, about 5'9" tall, probably about 190 or 200 pounds, but relatively fit. His lady was about 5'6", no supermodel but in decent shape. I would definitely have fucked her.