1. Good walls make good neighbors, Part 1


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Voyeur, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    and there was silence for a while. I lay there embarrassed at intruding yet extremely horny at the same time; my hard cock twitched in my hand and I was close to release, but I knew I was so turned on that I'd disturb them with my noise if I finished just then. I lay there hoping they'd play around some more, and to my relief after about five minutes I heard them kissing and gasping. I stroked lightly and soon heard her say, "Yes, I'm ready." The bed rocked heavily for five minutes; at the four-minute mark my hips thrust upwards, my hand tightened around my throbbing cock as I gasped for breath, and streams of hot cum shot onto my chest and belly as I drained myself to dreams of spewing my juice between well-rounded breasts and up into her blonde hair and around her long, elegant neck. I lay there wiping up as my neighbor's guest finished a minute later, and soon I heard him apologize for not bringing her off. She chuckled, "I think my neighbor was listening to us. It threw me off." I blushed hard in the dark as they laughed, and soon I heard some rustling and squeaking before her short, vigorous, almost silent second orgasm, and the three of us fell asleep afterwards. The next morning I was up at six and out the door after a quick shower to be at work on time and with time to spare for a leisurely cup of coffee or three at a cafe, so I did not see the fellow leave. For the next three weeks I heard the two of them fucking, fighting, or both each Friday and Saturday night, ...
    and I came to know their sexual patterns well enough to time my orgasm to the heights of their passion; each time I imagined her as a different woman drawn from my sexual fantasies, a feast of hair colors, eye colors, skin colors, breast size, and rounded figures of different kinds. Their affair ended after a month, however, when she had learned he was seeing other women on the side. I listened to a little of their fight before putting on my headphones and tuning out. All that time I had still managed not to catch sight of her; somehow our schedules only overlapped in the late evenings. Still, I wouldn't have recognized any of my other neighbors either. The next weekend I went to bed as usual and slowly rubbed off to a magazine pictorial, and as I got close I allowed my body to respond to my hand. As I climaxed, I thrust upwards hard and drained myself vigorously, and as I reached down for my shirt to wipe up I heard my neighbor chuckle and shift in her bed. Again I blushed, but being exhausted I turned out the light and drifted off to sleep. Before I fully dropped off I heard the bed next door rocking slightly in a now-familiar rhythm and wished her sweet dreams as I dozed off. This happened a few more nights over the next two weeks, and I suspected she made a point of listening in and pleasuring herself as I pleasured myself. Ordinarily I would have been upset and put out, but in the circumstances it seemed only fair. Soon I looked forward to going to bed and hearing her ...
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