What was that? Is that Rina tapping? I walk back to my bedroom, and stand next to the wall between our two bedrooms.
Tap tap tap. It’s her. She wants to play, so I tap back.
Rina is an attractive woman in her mid-40s who lives in my apartment building, and we share a bedroom wall. We see each other now and then, and will always stop for a friendly chat. Our little tapping game started about a year ago, when she joked that she heard my headboard tapping against the wall last night, and said she hoped me and my friend were having fun.
I quickly responded that I had been alone all night, then turned as red as a beet. Oh my gosh, I had just admitted that I had gotten so caught up in my stroking session that I did not even realize my bed was hitting the back wall.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said with a wink and smile, “we both like to enjoy our play sessions.”
The rest of the day I was thinking of her comment. Imagining her compact, busty body lying on her bed. A rabbit, bullet vibrator, wand, or womanizer pressed to her clit, sending joyful vibrations through her entire body.
What do her nipples look like? What does her pussy look like? Does she have a bush? Trimmed? Bare…?
Back to the present. I slip off my shorts and grab my cock sleeve, recline on my bed, and start to stroke. Knowing Rina is just a few feet away, one hand on her beautiful full breasts, one hand rubbing her pussy, I get hard fast.
It’s time. I hear a faint buzz from her room: it’s her rabbit. I put some lube on my stiff dick, a little on my pocket pussy, and slowly slide inside.
Rina’s going slowly. Her toy is on a low setting, and not thrusting yet. I can see her tracing her labia, maybe dipping the tip between her wet folds, teasing her clit.
I stroke slowly, matching her pace. This buildup is wonderful torture. I hear her turn the intensity up a bit, so I follow suit. My increased activity has my bed tapping the wall, and I hear her turn the thrusting on.
That probably means the rabbit is buried in her wetness. Plunging in and out while the ears tickle her aroused clit. The scene is so vivid in my mind.
I’m there, and my stroking is now quick and deep, and my headboard is tapping, tapping, tapping…This fake pussy feels amazing, but I imagine it is real, it is Rina, and I begin to come.
I can hear Rina’s bed creaking, and the plunging, vibrating rabbit, and I shoot deep into my sleeve. Over and over, until I’m spent.
Lying in bed, glistening with sweat, I hear it.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Goodnight Rina, and thank you.