Message-ID: <836eli$9705181903@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/836> Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: RenaeNicks@aol.com Subject: LISTENING TO THE NEIGHBORS by Renae Nicks (500 words) Note: This is a 500 word entry for Celeste's short story contest. It is not appropriate for minors due to explicit sexual content. LISTENING TO THE NEIGHBORS by Renae Nicks I'll never forget the first time I heard the upstairs neighbors fucking. I was sitting on the bed folding laundry when I noticed the rhythmic rocking of their bed. I looked up and started laughing when I immediately suspected their activity. I continued folding the clothes. The sounds increased, bringing an occasional chuckle from me. When the rhythm suddenly changed, I found myself looking at the ceiling again and realized that I had stopped folding. I kept very still, even holding by breath as I listened carefully to the sounds from their bed. My God! How could anyone move their hips that fast? I tried to imagine what they looked like as he quickly slammed into her again and again. I began to hear her voice. She seemed to be quite pleased with his inhuman speed, moaning in time to the squeaks. By now I had completely forgotten the laundry. My left hand was alternating breasts, lightly pinching. I closed my eyes and listened to them as they approached climax. I was wet and aching. As I reached into my panties, I imagined that I was fucking my own husband to that insane rhythm. I rubbed and pinched and moaned, and my orgasm came very quickly. Shortly after, their own orgasms were signaled by her near scream and his loud grunting moan. The bed stopped shaking immediately, and I could imagine them laying in an exhausted heap. That night, when my husband and I were in bed, I heard them again. "Honey, do you hear that?" I whispered to him. "What? Oh, that! Sweetie, it's nasty to listen to the neighbors fuck," he reproached jokingly. "I can't help it. Can you believe that?" I was referring to the rhythm, but he assumed that I meant that we could hear them. "I'm sure they can hear us, too," he teased, rubbing himself against my back so that I could feel his erection. "Shall we give them something to listen to?" I laughed and reached my hand down to grab him. "What? Do you like that? Does that turn you on?" I teased. "I guess it does turn you on," I continued, as I pulled on his dick playfully. "Sure, honey, let's fuck," I whispered suggestively. He rolled towards me and began kissing my stomach, moving downward. His fingers softly caressed the hair, and his thumb brushed very lightly across my clit. I moaned loudly. The first movement of his tongue was a long, wet stroke. I shuddered and moaned, anticipating his continued licks and sucks. His tongue explored and probed, then stretched up into me. I gasped, my hands clenching the sheets. Again and again he stroked as I throbbed, finally locking his mouth against me in a delicious wet suck. I was so close that I could hardly breathe. "Unh, unh, unh," I panted and moaned, one syllable per breath. "Unh, unh, oh, oh, yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes! YES! AAAAHHHHH!" I'm pretty sure the neighbors heard that one. ----- last modified 5/18/97 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /