Sounds like my neighbor has a new beau! And my “sounds” I mean hearing her orgasms again.
Through my bedroom wall.
Enough to wake me up.
For the past six months or more, it’s been all quiet on the western cunt. Nary a sound has issued forth from her bedroom. And, while I’m not complaining about this turn of events, I do feel a bit sorry for her.
I mean, her last guy was 6’2″ ex-military, extremely fit and HAWT! And he really knocked the bottom out of her every time. Trust me. I know. I heard.
But then I heard some arguing through the walls. And then silence. And I haven’t seen G.I. ‘Ho since.
Well, my peace and quiet came to an end this past Saturday morning. At 8 am. I was still in bed (I tend to sleep in until 8:30 or so on the weekends) when something rudely pulled me out of the sweet arms of Morpheus….
That something being her yelps of pleasure.
At first I thought maybe the Marine had returned to launch an assault on the Bay of Pigs– but no. This was different.
Her sex with the Marine followed a very precise progression. Rhythmic humping leading to her eventual climax. Then a break. Then a renewed, vigorous, bed shaking attack leading to him eventually shouting “Awwww fuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
This Saturday there was far less bed shaking and pounding. And her pleasure moans were different. And there was no loud pronouncement of ejaculation from the guy.
So methinks she has a new special friend. And I’ll get to enjoy their special times together.