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It all started with thin walls. I didn’t have much else to complain about in my apartment – the location was safe, the appliances worked, and the cupboards only occasionally had cockroaches in them. All in all, a college student couldn’t really ask for more.

But those walls were very thin. You could buy single-ply toilet paper thicker than those walls – and it would probably be more noise-proof as well. If I’d gotten a noise complaint from a deaf neighbor for breathing too loud, I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest!

Not wanting to bother my tenants -deaf or otherwise- I quickly picked up on the many strategies to minimize my noise profile. I learned to never use the spray function on the kitchen sink, which floorboards creaked and which croaked, and even how to take the perfect midnight piss.

But just like taxes, noise is sometimes unavoidable; no amount of auditory wizardry can mask the noise of a vacuum cleaner at 9am. Instead, I established dedicated cleaning days: every other Saturday, starting at 1pm, I gave myself license to be the noisiest tenant in the entire building.

i went all out on those cleaning days – vacuum cleaners, blaring radios, shitty beatboxing- the full 9 yards! I was usually finished within an hour, but an hour was long enough to indulge in some much-need abnoxiety. Besides, other tenants had their occasional jam sessions or marital squabbles. It was an unspoken agreement that keeping the peace meant equal right to disturb the peace. Thus, the noisiest apartment in town received the fewest noise complaints.

But I’m getting sidetracked. The only thing you need to know is that I had a habit of being rather noisy each second Saturday.

Which brings us to a particular second Saturday in late July. My air conditioning had decided it was the perfect time to take a vacation, turning my apartment into an unexpected and unwanted sauna. Something about being enveloped in oppressive heat made it that much harder to indulge in my usual noise-making. As such, I swapped out my blaring radio for a more practical standing fan, and forwent the beatboxing entirely. Sometimes, sacrifices must be made.

But I was not without hope! There was one safe haven from the heat wave – the bathroom. Something about the cool tile floor and walls just made that space more bearable. I’d already found multiple excuses to swing through there that day, only half of which actually required use of the bathroom. But after an hour and a half of cleaning up my own mess, I figured the pretense was no longer worth it. I’d earned some solace.

I staggered into the bathroom with a bottle of water and plopped down on the freshly cleaned throne. It seemed like this space would be my prison until the landlord got their act together. Knowing them, it would be a week at least. I sighed weakly – what was there to even do in a bathroom?

“…uuaghhHH..!”

I sat up, turning to the source of the noise – which, as it turned out, was the wall directly behind me. I had heard that noise earlier today – about 20 minutes prior, while scrubbing out the shower. Standing knee deep in cleaning supplies and bleach fumes made me less inclined to investigate at the time, but in this instance I was immersed only in boredom. Standing up as quietly as I could, I leaned over the toilet and pressed one ear to the wall.

“…hah…haahh…haanhhhnn…!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Either someone was taking their cleaning routine very seriously… or I was listening in on an intense masturbation session. In all honesty, it was hard to tell.

“Mmpphh!! Oh… ohh fuckk…deeper!”

…maybe there was a really stubborn clog in their drain. Whatever it was, they – or she, since the voice struck me as feminine – were doing, but they hadn’t noticed I was there. If I listened a bit longer I could maybe hear more!

I knew Pursaklar Escort I should have stopped listening and given her some privacy, but her soft voice was so entrancing I couldn’t pull away. Besides, I knew who was on the other side of the wall – Ms. Sutter if I remembered the apartment layout correctly. I’d bumped into her on the stairs just enough times to have exchanged names – knowing her, but not knowing her.

She was older than me for sure, at least in her 50’s, but her plump figure still caught my attention. I could rarely resist the temptation to sneak a glance at her impressive breasts, or ogle her ass as she sauntered up the stairs. The most striking feature I had noticed was her copper red hair, hanging thick and curly around her broad ruddy face. From my brief interactions with her, I got the impression of a graceful, reserved older lady – which made what I was hearing even more unbelievable.

I shifted slightly on the seat, getting turned on myself by Sutter’s sultry voice. I could just imagine what she looked like, straddling the toilet seat as she thrust between her thick thighs… was she using her fingers? A dildo, maybe? I could faintly make out soft, wet noises, but it was too hard to tell. And to think she’d been at it for twenty minutes at least..!

I couldn’t resist any longer – I slipped off my shorts and applied a bit of lube, then began lazilly stroking my stiff shaft. That was a mistake! It took everything I had to not moan myself, or make too loud a squelching noise as I stroked; at the same time I was so horny I couldn’t stop myself if my life depended on it.

I almost instinctively fell into the same rhythm as my unwitting partner, which only made it even harder to control myself. It was so easy to let go while listening to her every move… when she sped up or slowed down, begged for more or whimpered with need. But it was an unexpected moan from her that pushed me over the edge.

“…oh! Ohh! Uuuaghhh…!”

“Aghh..! Mph!”

The grunt had escaped my lips before I could stop it. All activity on the other side ceased – she definitely heard me that time! I froze too, my cock still tightly gripped and throbbing. Even through the thin walls, there was complete silence. How badly had I fucked up? Could she go to the landlord over this??

“Matthew… is that you?”

“…yes, yes it is. I’m sorry, I just-” I bit my tongue as my mind raced. I just what? I just wanted to jerk off to the sound of your voice?!

“Faster… please, faster Matthew…”

My mind practically froze over trying to process what was happening; she was actually ok with this?! Fortunately for me, my body decided to take over instead.

“Yes, I need to go faster… go deeper…”

“Ohh yess…” I could hear the soft noise of sex echoing through the walls, accompanied by her heavy breathing. I stroked along to her pace, letting myself moan softly as I did – and I could almost swear I heard her moan more loudly when I did!

“That’s it… touch your breasts as well. Squeeze them for me…”

“Ohh fuck! Mphhhfuuckk..!” She was practically melting over there, the toilet seat clicking softly as she squirmed on it. I groaned deeply, standing up so I could thrust into my hand more properly. Masturbating like this had never felt so good!

“M-matthew… just the tip… slowly…”

I slid my hand down to my swollen crown, gasping as I squeezed it. I fell into a sex-crazed trance, slowly polishing and twisting my tip as I groaned deeply. She moaned even louder in response, thrust in and out even faster, sounding juicier and hornier each passing moment. Fuck – if she had me like this for long, I was going to cum for sure!

“Matthew! Please, I need…!” She stopped short, instead panting heavily from behind the wall. I slowed too, just teasing my Rus Escort tip enough to stay hard.

“Sutter… do you…?” I bit my lip. I had to ask, had to know..! “…do you need help over there?”

“…yes. Please, yes…”

“I’ll knock in three minutes. Wear a nice bathrobe, please.”

I practically sprinted into my bedroom, snatching up a few spare condoms and haphazardly spraying some cologne on. I figured that presentation standards were a little higher when a wall wasn’t in the way. Even so, I still had light sweat built up from cleaning in my hot apartment – not much could fix that now.

So in exactly three minutes I was right in front of Ms. Sutter’s door, wearing the same khaki shorts and beach shirt I’d cleaned in. I hadn’t even bothered buttoning up the shirt, but I doubted I needed it for long.

The door creaked open before I could even knock, revealing my lover – and what a stunning lover she was! She was draped in a deep magenta nightgown, tied around her waist loosely with a sash. The thin fabric let her nipples show through beautifully, making her soft bosom even more alluring.

But it was her face that really got me going. She was normally a little ruddy on a warm day, but she was practically flushed now! She’d hastily applied cherry red lipstick, messy enough to look raw and passionate and pairing perfectly with her unkempt hair. And her eyes… those were hungry, needy eyes, scanning me up and down with an eager gleam.

I’d worried about what I should say, or how to break the ice in this hot, humid moment… but when our gazes met, I knew there was no need for formalities.

I pushed through the doorway at once, barely letting the door close before pulling her into a raw kiss. Our lips collided in a burst of passion, smacking and sucking madly. Her hands were on me in an instant, clawing at my shirt and gripping my hair; I explored her back and hips eagerly before settling on her ass, groping it wildly through the fabric.

We writhed together in the entryway, wrestling for control of our lips, our bodies – I finally pressed forwards, pinning my lover against the wall. I gripped her head firmly from behind, thwarting her attempts to pull free from our kiss and breathe sweet air. I humped her softness, feeling deep rumbling moans burst forth from her into my lips. I needed more!

I pulled back and stared at her, into those lustful eyes. For a moment that felt like hours we stood in each other’s arms, too far gone and barely staving off wild passion. Something about taking her in – normally so composed, but now flushed and panting wildly – pushed me over the edge again. I gripped the top of her nightgown and tore it right down the middle!

“M-matthew! What are you- oouuhhh!!”

Before she could finish I was already on her again, kissing her neck passionately and groping her freshly exposed breast. My fingers sank in, squeezing her flesh wildly and kneading her stiff nipple mercilessly, milking moan after sweet moan out of her. My other hand honed in on her pussy, grinding against it and over her clit. She threw her head back and wailed as she trembled in my grasp.

“Fuck! Oh fuck Matthew, please!!”

She pried away my hand from her pussy, roughly yanking down my shorts to join her tattered gown. Her hands were on my shaft and pulling hard the moment it was free! My legs went weak as she gripped my head, forcing me to fall back onto the thick rug below and pulling her for the ride! I looked up at the gorgeous woman straddling me – the sexual haze around us was so thick and intoxicating!

“Ms. Sutter, wait! I have a condom! Shouldn’t we-?”

She pulled me up into another wild kiss before I could finish. As her tongue slipped between my lips and rammed against mine, all sense melted away from my mind. She pulled back, the hunger in Sincan Escort her eyes joined by a mischievous gleam.

“To hell with the condom – I need you now!”

In one smooth motion she engulfed my shaft in slick, throbbing pussy! I grunted wildly, my hips already bucking up into her juicy hole. Just a few minutes ago I’d only heard how incredible she sounded; now I could feel every squelching fold and muscle inside her!

Her entire body took on new, erotic life, rolling and grinding on my cock as her hips and ass swayed lewdly. Pillowy breasts mashed against my chest, throbbing with need and begging to be squeezed – but her lust-heavy eyes and parted, breathy lips made it impossible to focus on them. I just had to go in for another kiss as I gripped her fat ass, pulling her down onto my cock and moaning into her.

“MMMmmmp-hhmmm!!”

Her movements grew faster and less controlled, gripping me tightly as the torrent of pleasure threatened to tear her away. I held on as best I could, moments away from drowning in her softness if I dared let go. I needed to regain control, prolong this moment…!

I reeled away from her hypnotic kiss and rolled over with her, forcing her under me and straddling her instead. Her eyes and mouth flew open, about to gasp in frustration until my hips started moving. Each firm thrust made her entire meaty body wobble, ripping another sweet moan out of her each time. But I still didn’t have control – if anything, I felt myself giving in to my desire for her body even more now! If this was it though, I wanted it to feel exquisite for both of us.

“Sutter… close your eyes. Just feel it coming…”

She nodded slightly – or was she just shaking from my thrusts? It was hard to tell. In any case, she squeezed her eyes shut, trembling slightly. I smiled down at her face, a sweet mixture of serenity and arousal, before closing my eyes too.

The next thrust felt completely different! Without sight, I could feel her tight pussy contracting and sucking me in so much more intensely! I gripped her shoulders and began pounding in slowly, gaining speed with each thrust – and hearing her voice break into tantalizing moans each time.

“Hyuaa! Hyuaa! Hyuaa!!”

I could hear her breath explode out of her with each movement, feel her hand explore my chest and settle tortuously on my nipple. I rested both hands on her bosom in response, kneading them both as I fucked her deeper. It literally felt like my hands would disappear into her soft tit flesh!

I could smell her own perfume mixing with mine, emanating more and mixing with the raw scent of sex. She gripped my mouth, hooking her fingers on my lower jaw and pulling my lips – I licked her fingers wildly, loving the way they toyed with my tongue.

“Ple-ase, Matt-hew! N-now!”

It was all too much – I lost control, thrashing inside her pussy as my orgasm exploded over me! Immense heat enveloped my shaft as I felt my cum flood her insides, making her pussy feel even more incredible! I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel her moving wildly, hear her shrieking as she melted in desire too. But neither of us could stop – we had to keep going, keep slamming together and indulging in erotic excess. Always more, we always needed more…

She reached up, pulling me down in a tight, steamy embrace. We squirmed together, our bodies slowly descending from that blissful high. For a while there was finally silence again, save for the soft breaths that floated out of us.

“Matthew… do you think anyone heard us?”

I looked at her, smiling weakly. Her face was awash with vague worry… but if you closed your eyes, her voice told a different story.

“I’m certain someone did. After all… the walls are pretty thin!”

She blushed, finally letting a mischievous smile break through.

“Maybe wait until we get to the bedroom before you fuck me senseless!”

“Well…” I glanced over her heaving body, throbbing and warm. “We can move there now, if you want..?”

In response she dragged me into another deep kiss, locking her legs around my waist. I chuckled into her lips, squeezing her close as well. Maybe next time we would get there…

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