The house had become quiet.
Strange for the city where sound is so often a constant.
I was enjoying the scope and depth of that silence when I heard the first soft moan through the wall. A girl’s voice. Earnest and softly feminine.
It couldn’t be, I thought, holding my breath. But then, another moan. This one fuller, longer, more expressive.
Before my thoughts could organize enough to form an oh-my-god realization, my cock erupted to full erection in my pants. No build up. No fluttering. I was pounding with throbs immediately. Angry and intense.
She continued to sweetly moan, beginning to tell erotic stories and experiences with her voice. It had been quite a long time since I overheard sex. It shocked me how erotic I found the experience now. My cock was shivering. Dying. Tingling.
Her voice climbed to the next level. I could sense her true pleasure as a living thing. I had no choice but to pull my shorts aside and stab my cock into the air. God, I was huge. My ridges stood carved and straining. My sacred opening glistened with wetness.
She climbed higher, moaning faster.