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The apartment
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The apartment I had been living with my girlfriend in an old 3-storey apartment building for several months when we first heard the new couple directly above us. That first time was around 2am. It was soft, indistinct at first. But old buildings can't hide much. Whimpers quickly gave way to moans, and rocking gave way to pumping. They were fucking, but not at all in the way me and my girlfriend did. It was a hard fuck, he was pounding her and spanking her and she was loving it. I was lovng it. My too prudish girlfriend who had to wake up for 6am, not so much. It typically only went on a few minutes, but I always looked forward to it. After a few repeat performances, she insisted I talk to the super. And so, to keep the peace, I did. The super told me later that the guy did not take it well. Fast forward a couple months. My now ex girlfriend has moved out. I can finally enjoy the performance in peace lol. Unfortunately, the guy upstairs is leaving as well, to temporarily move in with a sick relative I find out later. A couple months pass with no hard fucking. I do sometimes run into her though, and she always smiles. Not at all an embarrassed smile. Borderline teasing. In the building we have a laundry schedule, this week she's right before me. I go down to do laundry and pass her going back up. I get that mischievous smile. When I start my laundry, I notice something -- she has forgotten an article of clothing in the washer. A skimpy, sexy thong. I debate what to do--leave them on the counter? Should I return them? Will she walk through the door at any moment and see me holding them? I give it 15 mins, no sign of her. So I decide what the hell, I put them in a basket because walking up with them alone would just look weird, and I go upstairs. I knock on the door, more than a little nervous. A few seconds later she opens. "I think you forgot something," I said. To be continued. |
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