1. Good walls make good neighbors, Part 1


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

    climax shortly after I did, and after two weekends it seemed fairly normal. On Sundays the museum opened at noon and closed late, and one Sunday morning about three weeks after my neighbor broke up with her guest I stayed in and cooked myself breakfast instead of going out for coffee and pastries. I realized as I sat there at my little table that I was waiting to hear my neighbor moving around. I was curious what she looked like. I realized all I knew about her was that her mailbox called her A. Westland, and she seemed to have an unpredictable schedule, but then again I hadn't gone out of my way to look for her. In any case I'd have been very uncomfortable meeting her. About 10 o'clock I got ready to go to work, and as I dressed I heard her moving around in her room. I was tying my tie when I heard her go downstairs, and a minute later I heard her front door open and close. I went to the window and looked out. She was walking off in the direction of a local supermarket with a big bag over her shoulder; all I could tell from seeing her from behind was that she was a bit short and had long chestnut hair reaching most of the way down her back, with a slim figure but wide hips. I waited until she had turned the corner to leave for work. Work passed in a boring blur and I went home exhausted at the end of my work week; my usual day off besides Monday was Wednesday. When I got home, I could see her lights on through the window shades. I sat in my apartment as dinner cooked and ...
    pondered the fact that even though we didn't know each other by sight, we were still fairly well acquainted with each other's sexual lives. It was very strange and it made me quite uneasy; at the same time, it was rather exciting. I went to bed about 11 as usual and soon heard her settle in her bed near me. I imagined her body lying wide-hipped on a fan of chestnut hair on her sheets, legs open and her hand rubbing swollen pink lips inside a thick tangle of curly dark brown hair, and as I rubbed my throbbing erection I heard her bed creak rhythmically. I allowed myself to pump without silence, and as I got close I heard her moan and her bed creaked loud and hard; she squealed at the moment of climax and I moaned loudly a minute later as I spewed hard up to my chest after lifting my hips off the bed. I lay there exhausted and soon heard her begin again. Her breath was ragged and loud as her noises continued, and in amazement at the thought of it all I stroked myself hard and pounded away with my fist as her bed creaked loudly. With a furious groan I spewed once more, a hard quick climax that wore me out. I was too tired even to wipe up my drying cum and fell asleep as I heard her squeal once more. The next morning I woke up feeling as embarrassed as I ever had in my life, but it soon passed as I washed up. The mail usually arrived in the middle of the morning during the week, so I left about 7:30 and returned about the time it usually arrived. When I entered the little mailbox ...