[F] fingering myself to the sound of my neighbors fucking

I’m having a lot of fun writing these and want to tell a little bit longer story so this one will be a few parts. This day lead to some of my hottest sexual experiences, so I’m excited to share the entire story and hoping others will enjoy it!

This story unfolded last year, and starts with me smoking a cigarette in the bath while reading. Reading what you ask? This subreddit of course. Every 30 seconds or so the ceiling would drip a trickle of water and take me completely out of the moment. Regardless, I was getting pretty worked up from casually fingering myself under the tepid bath water.

Pretty much my ideal Friday.

I had a candle lit— the whole nine yards, when I noticed a steady creaking sound coming from my neighbor’s apartment. Smirking to myself I laid down my phone and pressed my ear to the wall. I could just barely make out an audible moaning and that classic skin slapping sound, a signature of scandalous activities. Normally people get annoyed by their neighbors fucking, but right now? I wished I could watch.

I didn’t know these neighbors or hardly anyone in the building, having just moved in a month or so prior. The building itself was ancient. Probably cobbled together by some scraps from the first world war, the paint was peeling and the floor wasn’t even remotely flat. I wouldn’t be surprised if inhaled a million particles of arsenic and lead with every breath. For once in my life I was ecstatic for old thin walls.

The moaning was getting a little louder and I stepped out of the bath, quickly drying myself. My bedroom backed right up to the same wall, and I pranced over to have a better listen. It was louder than in the bathroom and then some. I could almost make out what they were saying to each other. I imagined him using her like a cheap slut and started masturbating furiously in my bed. Who cares what they looked like, I just wished it was me getting fucked that good. She was moaning something unintelligible, and I was picking up speed, wishing my vibrator was within reach.

I closed my eyes and conjured an image of this mystery neighbor getting railed. Pushing myself closer and closer to the edge, I imagined it was me instead in that other room, helpless. I knew whoever was fucking her was doing a damn good job or she was faking like a porn star because all of the sudden she let out a scream and I came hard.

I let out an audible gasp as I noticed for the first time how hard I was panting, my fingers were slick and there was a dark spot glistening on the sheets. *Fuck*, was all I could think to myself as I slowed my breathing and relished in the orgasm. I wondered what they were doing on the other side of the wall. Cuddling? It was quiet for a second before I heard the slapping start again, skin on skin. That fucker was still going. I was getting very interested in meeting this mystery man, hoping he was the neighbor in question and not just a visitor.

It wasn’t long before she was moaning again, and it became rather clear he wasn’t even remotely finished having his way with her on the other side of the wall. I picked up my vibrator, playing slow circles on my clit. I was sucking on my fingers as I relished in knowing they were just a few feet away. The only thing separating us was this shitty wall, and now that wall was shaking! Each thrust into her shook the whole damn thing! Oh my fucking god, I thought to myself. He had her pressed up against the wall.

I backed right up to it, laid out on the bed. If only they knew how I was getting off to them. I was losing my mind to the waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I could feel each thrust from the other side as I tried to press every square inch of my ass against the wall. He was fucking her hard. It was purposeful. It was loud. It was hot. One hand on my vibrator, I pushed 2 fingers into myself. Jesus I was wet. It had been a while since I’d tried to cum twice in a row.

I could tell the mystery man was close too by the way he was going faster now. His steady rhythm was giving way to erratic thrusts. Fuck I’d have let him do anything with me. I imagined his cock ruining me. Each time I felt the wall shake I was overcome with the thought of him plunging all the way inside my waiting pussy. As I felt him increase the pace, I eagerly fucked myself faster. I imagined his hands all over my body, his mysterious mouth sucking on my tits. I’d let him fuck my throat like that if he wanted. Each thrust was so powerful, almost animalistic. Over and over again, the sound of his dick pumping in and out of her was intoxicating. Something about listening to my neighbor felt wrong, but I barely cared. I could feel myself building up to a wonderful crescendo and felt my pussy tightening on my fingers. The vibrator fell from my hand as the orgasm bled through my soul, a faint whimper escaping my mouth. The release was powerful, and I squirted all over the sheets— ruining them even more. The moaning and the thrusting from the neighbors stopped a few seconds later. I wish I timed it better. Oh well.

I looked down at the mess I made and groaned at having to do laundry. Another great Friday night activity…

Thanking god or the architect of this shitty building or maybe both, I stripped the bed and threw on some pajamas. The washing machine of that apartment building was in the basement, and I grumbled, stepping outside a few minutes later with my laundry basket in tow.

I half hoped the stud neighbor would walk out at the same time. Half. Part of me worried he might be a repulsive old geezer, but I shook off the thought as I plodded to the basement.

Fuck coin operated washing machines. The basement was gloomy and stank of farts and socks, so I loaded my laundry quickly and headed back upstairs in my old makeshift pajamas. I was wearing a black loose hoodie of my alma mater, (no bra, of course why would I?) and a pair of emerald green silk shorts that framed my ass nicely.

Fumbling with my keys at the door, who should emerge but my next door neighbor. I stopped turning the key in the lock and tried to seem casual as I glanced over.

He looked to be just under six foot, clean cut with a dusting of a beard, and to my delight, covered in tattoos. Immediately, the mystery man was shaping up to be way hotter than I could have imagined. I was just getting ready to walk up and say something stupid when out strolled the mystery woman. They were hugging goodbye and I’m sure I heard a “see you soon”, before I ducked into my apartment. I wasn’t keen on a conversation with the two together after I’d just came to the tune of him fucking her brains out fifteen minutes ago. I heard her walking down the hall as I closed the door, delighted she didn’t live there.

I was kicking myself for not saying anything but my opportunity would come soon enough. There’s quite a bit to this story and it will take me a while, but I’m happy to share it all here if there’s interest. Not to spoil it, but yes! We did fuck eventually.

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