I was in the midst of a dream, half awake, half asleep. Gentle murmurs and groans filled my head, I stirred and squirmed under the covers before I sleepily opened my eyes, realising these sounds were not in my dreams, but were coming from my flatmate’s room next door.
I grinned to myself and yawned as I rolled over, ready to go back to sleep. I fidgeted and kicked my legs before I turned over once more. I could not sleep. The sounds next door were getting louder. The fucking was relentless. It went on and on.
I sat up wide awake, unable to stop myself listening intently. Eventually I caved and was honest with myself. I liked the sounds. The feeling between my legs told me so. I threw the covers off and slid my fingers into my panties. It was confirmed. I was insanely turned on. I was instantly wet.
I clambered onto my knees and pushed my ear against my wall. My flatmate made little whimpering sounds as she was being pounded by her boyfriend. I knew this because I could hear her bed squeaking and waning with every thrust. He made grunting sounds with every plunge into her. It was fast and hard. I slipped my fingers into my panties once more and pressed my ear harder to the wall. I tease my juices up and down my lips and clit as I listened carefully.