I am in the midst of a dream, half awake, half asleep. Gentle murmurs and groans fill my head, I stir and squirm under the covers before sleepily opening my eyes, realising these sounds are not in my dreams, but are coming from my flatmate’s room next door.
I grin to myself and yawn as I roll over, ready to go back to sleep. I fidget and kick my legs before turning over once more. I can’t sleep. The sounds next door are getting louder. I sit up wide awake, before caving and being honest with myself. I like the sounds. The feeling between my legs tells me so. I throw the covers off and slide my fingers into my undies. It is confirmed. I am insanely turned on. I am instantly wet.
I clamber onto my knees and push my ear against my wall. My flatmate makes little whimpering sounds as she is being pounded by her boyfriend. I know this because I can hear her bed squeaking and waning with every thrust. He makes grunting sounds with every plunge into her. It’s fast and hard. I slip my fingers into my undies once more and press my ear harder to the wall. I tease my juices up and down my lips and clit as I listen carefully.