Last week, I got a package in the mail. I got upstairs, opened it and found that it was full of sex toys: dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, lube, handcuffs. I was shocked and looked at the box to see who sent it to me and only then did I realize that the doorman handed me the wrong package. I live in 10A, but this package was for 11A.
I went upstairs, left the box by her door with a small note explaining the situation.
Snoopy fucker that I am, I went upstairs later that night to see if she’d gotten the package. She had. Now, the A tier are all studio apartments, so if she was going to bust into her new toys, I would hear her going at it through the front door.
Every night, I’d tiptoe upstairs and listen by her door. Listen for moaning. But — nothing!
A week later, on an unusually warm day, I cracked the windows late at night and what’d I hear but a distant sound of a woman having an orgasm.