Sunday, September 28, 2008

Eine kleine nachtmusik.

The cat beside me is startled off the bed as my eyes suddenly pop open in the black. Blinking, I slowly become aware of the familiar sound above me.

It's one of the women who lives upstairs. One of the women with a lover. Is it the sporty brunette who smiles knowingly at me when she passes me on the street? Is it the smiling blonde with the young, spankable ass? Is it the third one, the enigmatic one, whom I never see? I don't know who it is whose bedroom is just above mine, but I do know that our beds are placed at the same relative corner in the wall. And I'm certain that my entertainments have been heard by her, by them, before.

I really like knowing that.

But now, it's me who's listening in, listening in the solid dark as I hear her man's strokes by virtue of a creaking bed. I smile and doze as I listen to his technique, occasionally punctuated by a beautiful moan from a female throat.

He's stroking inside her hard and fast now. creakaCREAKAcreakacreakaCREAKA I touch the wall near my head and feel the movement. He's slowing down. Is he kissing her as he rests? Can she still taste his cock in her mouth? Then the bed stops shaking, but I can faintly hear some squeaks... he isn't taking her as firmly, but he's still stroking.

The squeaks become more rythmic, faster and shorter. She's on top, grinding into him, feeling him wiggle back to front as she takes him. Her moans become louder and I can hear a gasp or two. I can picture her closed eyes, her mouth open in quiet ecstacy, her joy as she feels his hardness deep wthin her. I drift in and out of sleep, enjoying the night music.

Their shower is being used when I'm up. I can picture her... the brunette? the blonde?... languishing in the bed, basking in afterglow, legs akimbo in the fragrant sheets, as her man cleans himself over my head. I smile.

Later, I drop a Mozart CD in the player as I make some coffee. It's going to be a fun day.

10 comments:

Rogue said...

I wouldn't be surprised if it were the very same sounds, perhaps overheard across some dark Vienna street, which inspired Mozart to scratch his famous serenade.

Can't you picture him, clad in a rumpled, white night shirt holding a modest candle lantern, peering through a window, listening with bent erection, chuckling "Das ist eine kleine nachtmusik" to himself?

naughtysecretary said...

Mmmmmm. Yum.

having my cake said...

LOL... I enjoyed this :)

curiousgirl said...

okay, that was HOT...i can feel the hum of pleasure you felt as you listened and felt their experience...

cg

Rogue said...

Naughty Secretary ~
Mmmm yum indeed. Thanks for stopping by... good to see your sassy self here again. :)

Having My Cake ~
I'm pleased that you visited and enjoyed this little taste. Come back sometime? Maybe I'll introduce you to the finest cake place in Toronto... if Shayne doesn't mind sharing some little treats. wink

Curiousgirl ~
Hello again, beautiful. Thank you. Yes, it was deliciously sensual and nicely naughty. Oh, but for a stethoscope. I'm dying to learn whose bedroom it is up there too...

Rogue said...

Leaving my home afterward, the Smiling Blonde was at her door (clad in cute pyjama pants and a Tshirt) with a cute, nerdy, bespeckled blonde woman I'd not seen before. They seemed pleasurably close. Friends, probably, but it was also early enough in the day that I wouldn't be surprised if this new lovely had spent the night over.

Hrm. Could I have been listening to two vixens enjoying one another? If so, it begs the question of exactly how... and by whom... the clear and obvious fucking was taking place...

This sordid imagination of mine. Goodness.

Sweethart said...

Mm.. very sexy. Sometimes I can hear the couple above me.. and I can't help but slip my fingers into my panties...

Rogue said...

Sweethart ~
Yum...
Oh, to be peeking in your bedroom window...

swingerwife said...

If it was indeed the two women that you saw that were going at it in such a lovely manner, then I would suggest that a strap-on was being utilized to its full potential. ;) In any case, Rogue, I adore your ability to put your readers right in the room with you. A talent indeed...

Rogue said...

Swingerwife ~
Nice to see you. :)

Yes, silly, I know it woulda been with a strap-on... my thoughts were closer to in what way they may have been using it. Who's on top? Are her breasts being enjoyed as she rides it? What colour, shape, contour the dildo might be in...? Mmm.

You, darling, can be right in a room with me any time you like. ;)

Thank you. I'm pleased you enjoyed.