[F] My makeshift work-from-home “office” leads to overhearing my neighbor’s college daughter in a whole new way!

I wrote and posted this story yesterday in another sub, but since I’ve been a long-time gonewildstories lurker (and now that this throwaway account is 24 hours old), I figured I’d post it here as well, in hopes of future updates.
Enjoy!
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I’ve never written one of these, so I’m not exactly sure where, or how, to begin. But this just happened a few hours ago and I just had to share with someone. It all started when my husband and I decided we needed to set some work-from-home boundaries. We live in a moderate-sized apartment, and both have desk jobs that surprisingly easily converted to work-from-home jobs. We also have a rambunctious toddler, who we have taken turns tending to while the three of us are locked down.

After trying, and failing at, several arrangements, I decided that my preferred workspace would be the walk-in closet. I’m not one of those people who needs a window to gaze out of during the day (I’m much more a fan of stars and the Moon), and I like the sort of cavern feeling of the closet. My husband ordered and built a little desk, and for a few days I was happy as a clam. When I was in “my office,” my husband knew not to bother me, and to keep our child occupied. To be honest, I had never had this sort of luxury before in my working life, always confined to cubicles or dreaded open-office designs. I was able to get my work done quickly and efficiently in my new closet office, and I was pleased with my choice.

Today, less than a week later, while doing some light editing work on the computer, I heard a loud noise coming from the wall. Our apartment building is relatively new, and has nice, thick walls in the bedroom and living room. However, by some small oversight, the closet walls were much thinner, even the one which stood between my neighbor’s apartment and mine.

It sounded, at first, like the yelping of a small dog. Our building is full of small dogs. But I listened closer, and heard that it was the distinct sound of a woman moaning. The door to my “office” was closed. I leaned my ear against the wall, and heard, with surreal clarity, my neighbor moaning and the creaking of a bed.

One of the curse’s of modern living is that we barely know our neighbors, though they live, invisibility, only a few feet away from us. We knew that apartment to our left was a family of three: mom, dad, and their daughter Emma, who is either a sophomore or a junior in college. We also know that Emma had to move back in recently, when the dorms were shut down. I’ve said hello to her once or twice in the elevator, though I am not sure if she remembers my name.

Her name suits her perfectly. In the elevator, or when I see her from down the hall, unlocking her door, she looks rather plain, vaguely cute, but nothing special. That sounds harsher than I mean it. I just mean she isn’t radically hot, or stunning, or mystifyingly beautiful. She looks like an unassuming nerd, of the smiley and bubbly variety. She mostly wears salmon-colored sweaters and jeans. She often has large black glasses; the handful of times I’ve seen her without them, her face looks like it is lacking something. She has small eyes, brown giving way to almost black, the same color as her shoulder-length hair. She is short, I’d say no taller than 5’ 3”. Her body is often hidden the aforementioned pink sweaters, but in the summer I have seen that she is a unremarkably skinny, but not too much so. All in all, she was an Emma.

I held my ear against the wall, pressed my pinky into my other ear, and shifted my attention throw the wall and into the other apartment. I knew it was Emma right away by the soprano-height of her moans (her mother has a huskier voice, from our small talk in the mailroom). This was confirmed when she began to speak. Hearing no other voices, I assumed she was on the phone or Zooming with headphones in.

Emma called the unheard person “daddy” and told him to stroke his cock for her, that it was making her drip, that there was a puddle forming on her bed, and that she would have to clean the sheets afterwards, but that she didn’t fucking care. My heart was racing, and my mouth got dry. I pulled away from the wall. Part of me was thinking, “Oh, you got to be kidding me!,” since I had only been in my new “office” for a few days, and already it was more distracting than a hundred husband Zoom calls or a dozen toddler disasters. Even with my ear removed from the wall, I heard her moaning give way to short, sharp screams of pleasure.

Another part of me was deeply turned on. Without getting too sidelined, I want to say quickly that my sex life with my husband is mediocre. He is often not in the mode, and when I try to bring up sex, he normally treats it like a silly joke, and goes back to his book, or show. About once a month, he finds himself horny, and he fucks me. In the moment, it does feel great (he is quite well-endowed, and knows exactly how to tease me), but I am often felt wanting more, and more, and more. During sex, I often fantasize about my loving husband switching off the nice guy and turning up the sex animal; I want him to grab my wrists, my neck, my ass, my tits, and use me like a perfect fuck toy. In these moments, I think back to an old college boyfriend, who did all these things and more.

Given the confines of our space, and the arrival of our child, I have only successfully masturbated a few times in the last three years. Whenever I tried, I would be interrupted, or I feared I would be, or I had to do it in unsexy locals (namely, the bathroom). More often, though, I just wasn’t in the mood for a quick cum, but an hour-long edge session in my bed, not for my husband, not a preamble to sex, but just for myself (something woefully difficult to achieve with a needy toddler and busy hubby).

The few successful orgasms were always when I found myself home alone for a few hours, and almost always involved reading a hot story on this sub. (Long time lurker).

And here was Emma: pounding herself and talking like a dirty little slut on the phone. I wondered where her parents were, figuring she would never be that loud with anyone home.

I pressed my ear to the wall.

Emma was telling her daddy that her sweet little was red-raw from pounding herself, and that she needed the real thing so so so badly. I assume he said he wanted the same. Emma’s bed was creaking louder, and I thought I could hear a thwacking of her hand against her pussy (but this might have been in my imagination, since I also heard my own beating heart and the rush of blood going into my ears).

Reactively, I slide the hand that wasn’t holding my other ear shut down into my shorts. A chief benefit of working from home is that I have taken to only wearing my tight grey gym shorts. I felt myself, and found to my surprise that I was already slick with my wetness. It was impossible not to start rubbing my lips, my clit, and then teasing my hole.

Emma told her daddy that she was a horny girl all day for him, and that she wanted to feel his big hands on her throat. The thwacking and creaking and moaning grew louder and more frantic. I slide my finger inside myself, and continued to teased my clit with my thumb. The teasing quickly turned to rubbing. It was throbbing, and I could feel my armpits getting a little hot and sweaty.

I thought I heard my “office” door open, and I almost screamed. But it was nothing. I pressed my ear back against the wall, and Emma moaned that she was close. I slide another finger inside myself, then another. With my eyes closed, and my thumb going crazy on my clit, I heard Emma cumming, and I came right along with her. The hand holding my other ear shut snapped to my mouth to stifle my own moaning.

I came harder than I have in years. There was a huge wet spot on my “office” chair (I had, almost unknowingly, slide my shorts down to my ankles at some point), and my legs felt wobbly.

I listened and Emma was breathing heavily. She started speaking, but this time it was in a whisper, and I couldn’t hear every word. I gathered she was encouraging her daddy to cum too. I looked at the clock, cursed, and realized I had to get back to work, or I would be late on an assignment.

I finished my task, but couldn’t stop thinking about my experience. As a reader of erotic stories, I thought maybe I should jolt down what happened a few hours ago, just for myself.

Well, that turned into what you have been reading. It took me close to two hours to write all this, since I had to stop once to pleasure myself again. That second time wasn’t as intense (by that point, I could only vaguely hear a tv when I pressed my ear to the wall), but I truly can’t remember the last time I came twice in one day.

After reading back over what I wrote, I decided to make this throwaway account and post my first post. It isn’t as “slutty” as my favorite stories on here, but I hope someone finds it sensual.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gms51b/f_my_makeshift_workfromhome_office_leads_to