Confession: Hearing other people have sex has never turned me on much. In college, when my roommates were getting action and I wasn’t, I’d glower a bit with jealousy (in addition to being happy for them). And I’m always terrified, a bit, of hearing someone fuck that I’d rather not hear fuck. Something about it feels like an invasion of privacy to me.
Then again, I’d never been in a situation like *this* before.
Over the summer, I briefly dated a guy who began as my COVID “pen pal.” After meeting on an app, we texted nonstop since March, and finally met in August. We had instant chemistry, and I mean *instant*. Tim was adooorable and had long-ish hair that he’d grown out during the pandemic (a total turn-on of mine). He was four inches taller than me (rare, considering my height) and not extremely fit, but active—my ideal. I appreciate the chiseled male form but I tend to prefer someone who will eat ice cream with me and laze around. (But power to ya if you have a super chiseled body!)
During our first date, I realized how much I’d MISSED the sensation of feeling like you’d known a stranger for years. When we kissed for the first time, it felt both risky and necessary—a truly heightened, full-body experience. Filling up a void of attention and affection that I’d built up over the months (and even before the pandemic).
A few weeks into dating, he arranged for us to go away to an Airbnb in upstate New York for two nights. Little did he know we weren’t the only guests there. In the middle of the night on our first night, we were interrupted by a couple walking in on us, mistaking our room for theirs. When they walked inside, we laughed because we could hear *everything* coming from the other side of the room. They were separated by a plank oof wood, which was far from soundproof. Actually, it was almost like the wall wasn’t there at all. That’s how much we could hear their conversation.
And then, the *other* things they did.
The following morning, the lack of privacy reached its natural conclusion when I woke up to the sound of a woman moaning.
*More,* she said. The bed creaked under their weight. *More*. She was verbal, speaking to him in a string of commands. We could hear everything. I turned to Tim and smirked. On the other side of the wall, the guy was thrusting slowly. We heard the bed creak and her moans.
Tim reached for me, inspired by the sounds from the other side and not one to be left out. He turned me around so that my back was nestled into his chest, and could feel his cock. “Do you feel how hard I’m getting, knowing I’m about to fuck you?’ He whispered.
“Can I be loud today?” I asked. The day before, he’d pressed his hand onto my mouth so that the hosts couldn’t hear as he tore me apart with his thick cock. I’d never encountered another cock like his—not long, but *super* thick (I guess the scientific term for it is chode, lol). I’m naturally very loud in bed, and he liked watching me fight against his hand. It turned me on, too. He kept saying I was a “good girl” for keeping quiet, but I felt pretty bad.
“Oh, I’m counting on you to be.” I guess he thought of this as a little competition. Could he make me louder than the girl on the other side of the wall? He reached over and rubbed my slit to make sure I was nice and wet which naturally, I was. I raised my left leg so that he could position himself, and push inside me. (A brief aside to praise the concept of spooning morning sex. I like this position because you don’t have to deal with morning *breath* and you feel super close to the other person.)
Tim started slow, easing us into it. He kissed my back and made his way up my shoulder and neck. “Should we actually do this?” he asked.
“I’m counting on you to,” I said back to him. He pulled out and turned me over so that I was on his back. I saw his face fr the first time that day, hair disheveled and sticking up inches into the air. I played with it for a second. “Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” he responded, collapsing on top of me and entering me all at once. I moaned and then became aware of my moaning, because I knew the couple on the other side could hear us. They started getting more free, too. I heard her saying “Yes,” over and over.
Tim maintained eye contact with me, smiling as I writhed beneath him. He nodded. “Go ahead. Be loud,” he said. So I let myself go a little more, from breathy pleas to sounds that were more full-bodied and representative of how I was feeling. Churning and whatnot. He thought it was a real hoot, to see me laughing.
“Stop laughing at me,” I said. He started twisting my nipples, eyes staring at me with amusement.
“I love how you just can’t help yourself.”
“Oh, quit it and get over here,” I said, reaching up to his shoulders and bringing him down to him lay on top of me. “Go faster.”
Now it was his turn to moan. He was turned on, I guess, by me taking charge, because he started thrusting really hard. Each time he entered me I made a noise. The couple on the other side quieted, but I knew they could hear the bed creak, and my sounds and Tim’s.
“Let me watch you when you come,” I said, when his breaths were heavier on my shoulder, and I could see an orgasm was orgasm up to him. I always ask to watch. I love to see pleasure cascade across a person’s face, and how they look when they lose control. It’s very intimate. And Tim always made an endearing face, like he couldn’t believe what was happening to him. When he came he made almost…coughing noises, so obviously they heard that, too.
After it was done, we lay tangled up in each other’s sweaty bodies. He idly played with my pussy, eventually making me come. I was quieter for that, since they’d stopped having sex, and the game was done.
We heard the other couple leave the room and start using the bathroom, which presented another problem. “How are we going to leave, after that?” I asked. He smiled, and volunteered to go out first. When he came back inside, he was laughing. He met the guy in the hallway, and they exchanged a knowing glance. They were a couple in their 20s, about our age.
Who knows what might have happened, if it hadn’t been for COVID times. The four-some that never was….but hey, this was also a first.
Unfortunately, for a number of reasons and frustrations (which I’m not going to get into because I’m trying to MOVE ON, lol), Tim and didn’t work out. But the sex had nothing to do with it!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k47dst/i_26f_fucked_a_guy_28m_in_an_airbnb_while