Mia & The Couple Next Door – Part 1

The walls between our apartments are paper-thin, leaving some, and much, to the imagination. Sometimes I hear muffled voices or music playing quietly. Other times, I hear a lot more. I love being a voyeur to their sexy time. The first time I heard them fucking, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned my ear in closer to the wall to get a better listen. Gentle moans at first. The kind that lets you know she’s interested. The kind that gets louder as they become longer, guttural cries of pleasure. Seeping through the walls. Soaking them.

As I lay in bed, I hear a familiar sound of fervor, like a knock on my wall, begging me to peek inside. My mind wanders, delighted with this new broadcast. What position is she in? Kneeling on the couch, face buried into cushions, hands spreading her cheeks open? I imagine him standing over her, throbbing, dripping cock in hand. How deeply does his cock push inside her? What if I was underneath them while they fucked? My tongue flicked at her clit, hands grasping his ass, pushing him into her, harder, faster. My mouth waters as I slip my fingers inside myself. The groans next door get louder. Stronger. My nimble fingers coax the flesh inside me, my left hand grabbing the sheets beneath me. A puddle of slick warmth forms between my legs. 

Being their naughty voyeur has me ready to be fucked. I grab my dildo from my bedside, plunge it down my throat to wet it, and quickly insert it inside of me. 

I was pumping until ecstasy pours out of me in waves. Heat waves over my body, leaving my skin damp and warm. My body releases a shudder as I lay there listening. Eager for more. I walk to the bathroom to rinse off, bringing my dildo with me. I love my shower! A built-in ledge, convenient for sitting or kneeling. A removable showerhead to do with as I please. The room softens with candlelight as the steam begins to rise. I press play on my playlist and close my eyes. Sweet notes collect and linger in the air. As I dip under the hot water, the symphony next door begins again. I close my eyes and listen, imagining what they’d think if they knew I was spying. Fantasizing about their initial shock, followed by pleasant approval. Knocking on my door to confront me. 

She walked into my apartment in her black lace bra, panties, thigh highs, and patent leather heels. Silk black robe tied just below her navel. Plump fat lips smeared with red lipstick, hair in a messy ponytail. Used. Him in worn, faded blue jeans, bare chest revealed under an unzipped gray hoodie. Both faces stared at me. Ready. I watch them undress as my fingers eagerly find their way down my legs. 

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