My neighbor has loud sex. So I have loud sex with my neighbor. (F/M)

This is a long one haha (sorry not sorry :p). Hope you make it ;)

The dude who lives below me loves to have extremely loud sex. At least once a week, I’ll pass by his door on the way up to my apartment and get overwhelmed by the sounds of women in the midst of (what I assume is) the best sex of their lives. At first I thought it was just a woman, alone, enjoying herself far too much. But then after a few months, I realized it was always a different woman – always making the noises one makes when they are being fucked exceedingly hard.

So I got curious. I’d start to linger whenever I heard. Sometimes I’d hear them outside, through an open window and I sit for a while wondering just what the fuck that man was doing in there.

Finally it happened. I was coming home tipsy from a late-ish happy hour (maybe ‘round midnight). He was leaving, locking his door. I stopped, and I had to ask. “Are you the dude having loud sex all the time?”

“Oops?” He looked surprised, but confident. We were juxtaposed perfectly: me, 5’6 (in 3-inch heels), trying to stay warm in my knee-length trench coat (hiding my pencil skirt and blouse). He was tall – maybe 6’3; thin, but muscular. He was half-hippy, half-punk rock, with long hair done in a man-bun and a short beard. His jeans had holes, but his boots were classy. Chest hair blossomed from his Henley.

“I thought the walls were thicker. My bad.” He smirked.

“Oh, it’s okay. Just nice to meet the man behind dozens of happy women.”

He laughed. “Well, don’t be afraid to knock next time.”

I nearly pushed him back inside right there and then. Instead, we exchanged names and went on our way. We chatted a few times after that, over a few weeks. Then one night, coming home from a bad date, we hit the front door of our building at the same time. I was in a tight nude dress and tall, leopard-print heels (clearly, I thought this date was going to go better than it did). I was bundled up in a short fur coat.

“Well you look fucking amazing.” He said as he held the door open for me. I explained that the night went south and he invited me in for a drink or two. My heart skipped a beat. We went upstairs, and he broke out the bourbon. We sat there for an hour or so and I poured liquor on top of the wine from earlier. We were getting close on the couch, chatting as we sipped. My tits were nearly bursting out of this dress, the shoulders shrugging off mine. I could feel my panties soaking every time he laughed; whenever I could see his muscles move through his t-shirt.

“I wasn’t expecting this for foreplay,” I raised my glass and flipped by thick, brown hair.

“Well usually there is no foreplay. I usually just throw whatever girl I bring home down on the ground in front of the door so you can hear us fuck.” He took a sip. “You just seem classier than that.”

I laughed. “Well, I don’t know about that.” He looked interested. I pointed at my heels on the floor. “I matched my shoes to my panties.”

He leaned back. “Show me.”

Without getting up from the couch or lifting my dress, I shimmied out of my damp panties – a lacey, leopard thong. I threw them at him.

He picked them up and considered them for a second, before throwing them over his shoulder. He got up from the couch and scooped me up in his firm arms, carrying me to the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and took off his shirt as I started to strip out of my dress and bra. My hair was everywhere and it was dark; I couldn’t see him but I felt his hands spread my legs as his face dove between. On thick finger teased my pussy as his tongue swirled around my clit. I gasped.

“What are you doing?” I was almost breathless already.

One finger plunged inside me. Then two, curling with force against my g-spot. “Foreplay is over,” he said. And then it went on: his tongue picked up speed and strength; the fingers penetrating me soon numbered three, making me moan with the most pleasurable pain. My hands moved from groping my own tits (twisting my hard nipples between my fingers), to entwined in his hair, to the headboard.

He was teasing me; always switching things up just before I’d cum.

“Oh you dirty fucking bastard,” I laughed as I gripped his long hair in my hands. “God I want to cum, baby. Is this how you get the sluts screaming?”

He stopped. His face emerged and his beard was wet. He smiled and said, “No.”

He reached into his nightstand. I was praying he’d pull out a condom and just fuck me into oblivion, but weirdly enough, his jeans were still on. Instead, he pulled out a little bullet vibrator and went back to work. His tongue: flicking my swollen clit. His fingers: fucking my little pussy. And the vibrator: teasing my tight little asshole.

Now the screaming started. I just wasn’t ready. I was gripping the headboard and cursing loudly my hips grinding against his face. Then he switched: vibe on my clit and tongue getting my ass nice as wet. I collapsed and my fingers dug into his sheets. My legs became a vice grip around his head.

I mimicked all the incoherent, pleasure-fueled animal noises I’d heard so often emanating from this same bedroom. I was cumming HARD. Then the vibrator dropped from my clit. His tongue moved up. Then two fingers shot into my ass. His fingers and tongue worked harder and faster, filling me to capacity – making my orgasm roll on and on. Every muscle in my body tensed and relaxed over and over. I was crying out as my body shuddered. Then it stopped. He pulled out and cleaned up. When he came back, we kissed for the first time.

“That was fucking insane,” I said, lying on my back with a hand on my forehead. He was finally taking off his pants. He rolled into bed next to me.

“You’re welcome.” He started to play with his cock.

“That was exactly what I needed.”

“Oh yeah?” He started to play with one of my tits with his other hand. “I bet you’d do anything to have me fuck you like that again.”

“Absolutely. What do you need?”

He moved one of my hands down to his stiffening shaft.

“Get me hard. Then get on your knees and blow me.”

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