Something woke me; maybe it was the weather, maybe it was passing traffic.
I lay still, warm and cosy in my bed. The wind had picked up, maybe that had disturbed me.
My flat was a new build alongside a busy route into town. For those of you who have never bought a new-build property, I need to say that the interior walls are paper-thin, and noise carries.
A glance at Alexa told me that it was seven-thirty. It was my day off, but I knew that sleep was over for the night. I hopped out of bed and wandered naked to the kitchen and the coffee machine.
From my kitchen window, I could see across the car park and into the houses on the opposite side of the development. I’m sure somewhere in the planning regulations it said that my window shouldn’t overlook theirs, but I could often see the young couple as they went about their business. As usual, she was wrapped up in a pink fluffy robe whilst he favoured plain boxer shorts.
I stood idly scratching my pussy as the coffee bubbled away and Boxerman slipped his hands up the back of her fluffy pink robe.
I wondered if he was going to get lucky; was she damp and horny or was he going to strike out.
They moved away from the window. I poured a mug of coffee and returned to the sanctuary of my bed.
Just as I settled back against the pillows, I heard a low groan.
“Urrrgh.” Now I’m no stranger to the sounds of a woman cumming. Indeed, it’s one of my favourite sounds and guaranteed to get my juices flowing. My ears and my nipples pricked up. “Urrrrgh, Ohh.”
My hand moved to my pussy; I rubbed my slit in anticipation. She was getting deeper into it.
I should probably be ashamed to say this, but I really get off listening to other people fuck. The young couple that had briefly had the flat below me was very energetic and permanently horny. In no time at all, I had realised that for some strange reason, that if I stood in the corner of my bedroom by the built-in wardrobe, I could hear them really clearly.
I moved to the corner where coincidentally I now have a bean bag.
“Oooooh,” I could hear clearly now, “Yeeees,” her voice was laden with lust and passion.
I squirmed down into my bean bag and started to tease my lips. The thick, soft corduroy was so lovely against my skin.
“Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhh;” she was in a rhythm now. I stretched my legs and pointed my toes, as my fingers trailed through my wetness. Little shocks of pleasure fired through my body as I lay listening to her moans of pleasure.
I listened hard for a second voice as I slipped my finger deep inside my hot wet folds.
I could still only hear her. With Kevin and Melinda, I could hear his deeper groaning and panting as she whimpered and moaned.
With a series of high-pitched shrieks, she hit her climax.
I lay back, one finger thrusting into my pussy whilst the other hand caressed my breasts.
I humped my arse against the bean bag as a quick ragged cum rocked my body.
ooOOoo
The following evening, I walked in from the car park. As I stopped to check my letterbox somebody else walked in through the street door.
She moved to check her letterbox. Flat four. That made her my new downstairs neighbour.
“Hello, I’m Jill; Jill Travers, number eight,” I called across the hallway.
“Evening; Mandy, Mandy Ferguson, number four,” she replied with a smile, “I only moved in on Monday.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you. If you need help with anything, give me a knock,” I offered.
“Thanks, I’ll remember that.” And with that, she headed for the stairs.
I tried to get a better view of my new neighbour, but she was wrapped up in a black puffa jacket, black leggings, and the now obligatory white gym socks and trainers.
ooOOoo
I was just changing for a trip to my local when I heard those unmistakable sounds of passion again.
I paused at my wardrobe door, just about to slip my knickers on.
“Ooooohhh.” She was loud and my pussy responded by turning the taps on. I could feel my juices start to flow.
I glanced at the clock. Just enough time for a quickie. I raised one leg, rested my foot on my mattress and opened myself up. I started to strum my cunt, letting my fingers catch my labia and clit.
Fuck, I was really wet and getting more so with every howl of pleasure from number four. I have to admit to getting a little loud myself as my orgasm started to build.
I stood there strumming and slapping my cunt, feeling my juices flow down my thighs.
My Uber was due soon and I needed to finish. Fuck, I was going to be horny all evening.
A couple of sharp slaps to my wet cunt lips drove me over the edge, and with a screaming wail, I shuddered through a huge Cum.
It was then that I heard a matching scream from downstairs, its intensity matching my own.
I needed to make a move but despite a huge wet cum, I was far from satisfied.
I moved to my bedside drawer and fetched out my largest butt plug. A quick rub around my sopping slit prepared it well, and with little effort, it pushed through my ring, to nestle deep inside my arse.
Feeling pleasantly full, I grabbed a wet towel to clean myself up before pulling my skimpy knickers on. Horny as fuck, I left my bra off and slipped into a figure-hugging knitted dress. Just as I zipped my boots up, my phone announced the arrival of Luigi and my ride.
The Three Bells was rocking as I squeezed my way in and up to the bar.
“Pint of Hoffcastle and a bar menu, please Alex.” Being a regular, it was easy to catch the barman’s eye.
The cold lager immediately hit the spot as I ordered scampi and chips in a basket.
My mother would have a blue fit if she saw me standing, eating at a pub bar and with a pint. “Jill, that is most unladylike,” I could almost hear her say.
She’d have a bigger fit if she knew some of the other things her wayward daughter got up to.
Just for mum, I clenched and jiggled my bum cheeks, letting the plug work its magic.
A couple of old school friends finally made it in, and we grabbed a table and settled in for the evening.
Last orders saw three decidedly unsteady females stagger out to greet Imran and his Prius.
Looking at us with obvious disappointment, he waved a finger at us, “Please, no vomiting and I will get you home safely.”
We all promised to be on our very best behaviour and collapsed into the rear seat.
My place was first, and I hugged and kissed Carly and Fiona as I climbed from the car with as much dignity as I could muster.
Not easy with a couple of hands intruding up your dress and caressing your thighs.
“Dirty bitch,” Fi’s warm breath caressed my ear as her fingers caught the plug and tugged gently.
If Dave had been away on his North Sea rig, I would have invited her in for a little fun, but she had already said she’d promised him a full-on night. All three holes the dirty bitch had announced over dessert.
Entering my building, I started on the stairs, which was no mean feat as the walls were moving around a little.
“Hi, need a hand?”
I turned to look, probably a little too quickly and staggered backwards into the arms of Randy Mandy as I had taken to thinking of her.
Her firm, warm body quickly supported me as I inhaled her citrusy perfume.
“Good evening was it?” she giggled as she asked.
“Just me and the girls,” I replied in a conspiratorial whisper. I don’t know why the simplest of things become either very important or really silly when you’re drunk.
At my door, she used one hip to pin me against the wall whilst she rifled my handbag for the door key.
Once in, she sat me on my couch before fetching a glass of water from the kitchen.
A quick trip to the bathroom and she returned with a pack of paracetamol.
“If you don’t mind, we’ll sit here for half an hour and if you don’t look like you’re going to be sick, I’ll pop you into bed and leave you be.”
I nodded and giggled my thanks.
We chatted shit until I passed the test and then we headed toward the bathroom before my bladder exploded.
It was at this point that a wave of incredibly sobering humiliation engulfed me.
The bathroom mirror revealed that my clingy dress was caught in the waistband of my skimpy, sodden panties, not only had my good Samaritan neighbour seen my rear, but the large silver plug that filled my ring.
Belatedly my hands flew to cover my modesty.
“Waste of time,” Randy Mandy giggled from the doorway, “first thing I saw on the stairs. Looks amazing though.”
I stood frozen, blood pounding in my ears, my face hot with embarrassment.
I couldn’t think of what to say.
Mandy took pity on me, “Don’t look so mortified, we’ve all had mishaps.” Her calm understanding voice relaxed me a little.
“So, you’ve bared your plugged ass to a stranger?” I croaked out.
“Not exactly, but I have flashed my arse before,” she grinned and added, “and I have a similar plug.”
Finally, I dropped my hands from covering my backside and relaxed.
“Well, even so, I don’t normally show so much so quickly.”
“I’m not complaining, your arse is lovely. Anyway, I’ll let you get to bed,” and with that, Mandy stepped forward and hugged me goodnight before pausing at my flat door, “I’ve texted me from your phone, so I have your number.”
ooOOoo
The following morning, I slept late. I awoke slightly hungover, just a slight headache and a raging thirst.
I moved to swing my legs out of bed, which is when I felt a soreness in my bum,
Oh shit, I’d fallen asleep with my plug in. I’d only tried it once or twice when I’d first bought my plugs. Overnight my arse must have dried out a little and got sore.
Gingerly, I reached out to my bedside drawer and my trusty anal lube.
With a generous blob on my finger, I tenderly worked it around the plug.
Experience had taught me not to tug the plug out, but to gently rotate it. The lube would slicken with my body heat and the rotation would let it seep inside my ring.
This time when I moved from the bed, I was still sore, but it was manageable.
Still moving with care, I made my way to the kitchen and the coffee machine.
Across the car park, Boxerman was in his kitchen. Red paisley shorts and a bare chest.
I’d never noticed before just how buffed he was.
I watched as Mrs Boxerman entered the kitchen and slipped into his arms.
No fluffy robe today, just a sheer white teddy.
They kissed, long and hard with lots of tongue, I imagined.
Her teddy was split up the front and his hands sought out her breasts. I could see him kneading her flesh.
Tingles of arousal flared deep inside me.
She stepped back before tugging on the bow between her breasts,
The gown parted and she shrugged free of it. Her surprisingly large breasts were full and firm.
She cupped herself, jiggling her breasts in his face. I could see her fingers gripping and stretching her nipples.
He moved, one hand between her legs, one inside his boxers.
They stood there for a while, eyes feasting on each other.
She moved first, slipping her hands inside his shorts, dropping to her knees, and pulling the shorts down as she did so.
His cock sprang free, curving up from the curly dark hair of its base.
She took it all. Her head bobbed up and down, her hands caressed his cock and balls.
His fingers gripped her hair, as he rocked his hips.
By now I was dripping faster than the coffee machine.
My fingers found my slit, hot and slick with my excitement.
Stretching my lips apart I teased my opening.
I slipped a finger deep inside myself as he pulled his cock from her mouth.
She turned to lean over their breakfast bar.
He slapped her arse, and she wriggled it for more.
I could see her rise up on her toes as his cock filled her cunt.
Her hands gripped the far edge of the stone slab, his hands gripped her thighs, holding her against the island.
He was fucking her hard. Her head was back, her body arching as he pumped into her.
I added another finger and picked up my pace.
Across the car park, Boxerman pulled out as she turned and took him in her mouth.
I skipped the coffee and headed back to my bed.
The plug slipped free. My arse felt empty. I looked in the mirror, I was gaping a little.
Grabbing my dildo, I plunged it into my sopping cunt. Stretching myself with the thick glass cock.
That’s all it took. A huge cum shook my body, I screamed and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body.
Slowly, I relaxed back against my now rather hot and wet sheets.
With a loud beep, my mobile screen lit up,
‘Morning! Sounds like you’re ok, Mandy,’ with a winking emoji.
I sat there trying to think of a witty response as the three little dots danced.
Another beep and I had a picture of a bare rump. Firm smooth feminine cheeks with a blue crystal plug nestled between them.
Pinching the picture wider I could just see the beginnings of a pair of puffy pink labia.
Raising my legs, I snapped a quick selfie of my empty hole and sent it back with a smiley emoji.
Another beep, ‘Coffee?’
ooOOoo
Twenty minutes later I’d showered, washed and styled my hair and pulled on some tight clingy yoga pants with a matching vest top.
Mandy opened her door. Tight black leggings, white socks and a nipple-hugging tee-shirt.
“Come in, make yourself at home.”
I took a seat on the couch, tucking my legs up.
“I’ll fetch the coffee, but first …” Mandy paused in front of me, bent at the waist and tugged her leggings down.
The blue crystal reflected the light from the window. She bent deeper and spread her legs, now her swollen labia were on full view to me.
“Fairs fair, I saw yours and now you’ve seen mine,” she giggled, straightening, and pulling her leggings up.
“The selfie was nice, but you can’t beat seeing the flesh,” I giggled.
Returning with the coffee Mandy took the seat opposite me.
She had a nice camel-toe going and I felt my pussy awaken for the second time that morning.
We chatted: jobs, she was a photographer’s assistant; I worked in a large insurance broker. I was a single child; she had two sisters, one younger and one older. We were both between relationships, but I had grown up locally and she had moved to the area for work.
I instantly felt a bond with her and there was a lively, mischievous streak to her that appealed to me. And if I’m being honest here, she was as sexy as fuck.
Glossy auburn hair, to her shoulders, green eyes that seemed to twinkle with humour that were set in a heart-shaped face. Her clearly unfettered breasts looked full and firm with large nipples that tented her tee shirt. I could already vouch for the firm peachiness of her arse and the leggings confirmed that shapely toned legs and full pussy lips.
An hour flew by, and we both had places to be, but I was enjoying her company,
“Could I offer you dinner at mine tonight, a thank you for looking out for me last night?” I offered.
Mandy accepted instantly and I could see she was genuinely pleased.
“I’ll bring a bottle and dessert.”
We agreed on seven thirty and parted with a hug.
ooOOoo
Mandy arrived promptly, and I opened the door to a sexual delight. Her hair was gently waved. She had a light glossing of makeup, and she was wearing a knitted dress that emphasised her gorgeous figure.
“I wasn’t sure which to bring, so a red and a white wine, and a key lime pie.”
I took the pie and hugged her in greeting, getting a strong whiff of her citrussy perfume.
“Come and join me in the kitchen while I finish off,” I suggested.
Mandy slipped out of her heels, and I caught a glimpse of gold around her ankle.
We padded into the kitchen, and I poured us each a generous glass of red.
“It’s beef bourguignon, I hope that’s ok.”
“It smells delicious.” Mandy hopped up onto a bar stool, and to my delight, her dress rode indecently high.
We were chatting when the evening took an unexpected and most welcome turn.
Mandy was commenting on how being a floor higher I could see across the car park and beyond, when she started to giggle, “OH, now that is a view.”
Turning to the window, I instantly saw what had caught her eye.
Boxerman was standing at their breakfast bar, a totally naked Mrs Boxerman lying before him, her legs draped over his shoulders, as he ate her out.
“OMG, I’m sure this window should be partly frosted.” I reached to pull the blind.
“No, don’t. She’s getting a real tonguing; look at her move.”
Mandy was right, Mrs Boxerman was bucking her hips, grinding against his face as she gripped his hair.
“Do they do this often,” Mandy asked moving closer to the window.
“Confession time. I’ve seen them a few times, normally in the morning as I’m making coffee.”
“I should have gone for a higher flat.”
Mandy tore her eyes away from the young couple and turned to face me. “Sometimes, I hear you in the mornings – is this why.”
I could feel my cheeks reddening, “Honestly, yes, well, sometimes. I stand here and start before taking my coffee back to bed. Other days, I’m just horny.”
“I would too, I guess I’m a bit of a voyeur.”
Across the darkening car park, things were reaching a critical point.
“Can they see us,”
“I don’t think so, I’ve never seen them look this way.”
Mandy moved to dim the lights. “That’s better.”
We watched in silence as the young woman sat upright. Her pale skin glistened in the light, her blonde hair still in a messy ponytail. I noticed how big her nipples were against large probably D-cup breasts.
They moved to kiss. Full darkness now enveloped the car park. The couple were framed in their kitchen by bright overhead lights.
Silently we watched as she licked her juices from his face.
“Sorry,” Mandy murmured, tugging her dress up and slipping a hand inside her knickers.
“Ohh, that’s better,” she groaned.
Across the car park, the blonde had moved to grip Boxerman’s cock.
I turned the oven down before slipping a hand up my short leather skirt. My knickers were so wet to the touch, and I groaned as my fingers grazed my slit.
Boxerman was now sitting on the counter, his wife lovingly stroking and kissing his cock.
Mandy moved to rest against my counter, legs spread, her hand teasing her cunt through her knickers.
I could hear the stickiness.
Quickly, I tugged my knickers down and off, long strands of cum sticking to my thighs.
Pulling a bar stool forward, I hopped up and rested one foot on the counter, spreading my cunt wide.
“Urrrrgh,” I groaned loudly as I slipped a finger between my hot sticky lips.
Mandy turned, her eyes, focusing on me before flicking back across the car park.
He was now lying back, his hips resting on the counter edge, feet resting on their bar stools. His wife was standing between his legs dribbling olive oil over his now glistening cock.
With smooth, loving actions, she started to massage his cock.
I added a second finger to my now throbbing cunt. Letting out another deep groan of pleasure.
Mandy had turned back toward me, her slightly unfocused gaze settling on my nakedness as I fingered my cunt.
I could smell my arousal and feel the juices slickening my thighs and arse as they flowed.
Mandy caught and held my gaze, her eyes asking an unspoken question.
“Fuck yes, go for it.” I gave her my blessing.
Quickly, she stripped. The lavender lace knickers came off first. That clingy dress followed, landing on the floor.
Again, she was braless, her firm round breasts riding high, her nipples huge in the dim light. Pulling a second stool over, she hopped up alongside me, stretching out her legs.
All she had on was sheer black thigh-high stockings; fuck did she look good.
The whole situation was surreal. Euge Groove was working his magic from the lounge. We were sitting on my breakfast bar, lights dimmed, naked and fucking ourselves as we watched a fit young blonde swallow her partner’s cock.
Boxerman was heaving his hips as his hands slapped the countertop. Clearly his girl could suck cock.
I still had two fingers deep, scissoring and stretching my pussy; oh fuck was I wet.
Mandy must have twitched her leg. Her warm nylon-clad foot brushed against my bare one.
It sent a shiver of pleasure through my body.
We both turned to look at each other; I guess she felt something too.
Our eyes met, our lips met, our tongues met.
Pulling back, she offered me her slick glistening fingers.
My mouth opened wide, accepting them without hesitation.
They were warm and firm, the viscous coating tangy, almost spicy.
As I sucked them clean, she used them to fuck my face.
Mandy withdrew her hand, nodding at my wet cunt.
I remember smiling before scooping my fingers between my gooey folds.
She took my hand between hers and slowly sucked each finger clean.
“Mmm, sweet and delicious,” she murmured.
We kissed again, tasting our mixed juices.
Breaking the kiss, Mandy pulled back to gaze at my eyes, “May I?”
Lost in a heady euphoria of desire, I just nodded my consent.
She tugged me to the counter’s edge, pushing me flat in the process.
Instantly I felt the tip of her tongue dance around my cunt lips.
I’ve been eaten out many a time, done my fair share of eating too, but nothing like this.
She drove me crazy. Edged me like a wanton bitch.
I screamed and groaned and almost cried at times.
My pussy poured juice like a tap; my arse bounced against that marble.
She licked, sucked, fingered, and slapped.
Finally, she drove me over the edge into oblivion.
Easily the biggest, wettest orgasm of my life. I swear my body shut down as my nervous system blew a fuse.
I know I made one hell of a noise and had to hand out a few bottles to the neighbours the following day. Oddly humiliated but proud at the same time.
I lay back against the hard tiles awhile, desperately sucking in breath, feeling my sweat cool against my skin.
Mandy just stood beside me, gently stroking my neck, my breasts, my flanks, careful not to touch my overstimulated pussy.
Finally, I moved to sit up, and she slipped a hand around my shoulders to help.
It was then I realised how wet she was. Her fringe, her face, her neck, and her breasts, all glistened with my cum.
“Was that me?” I stuttered out.
“Yes, Jill, you squirted like the sprinklers had gone off, girl.”
“Fuck, I’ve never done that before, but in fairness, my body was on fire,” I giggled. “Sorry, let me wipe you down.”
I grabbed a kitchen cloth and started to wipe her shoulders.
“Hey, don’t be sorry, I’d have been disappointed if you hadn’t.” Mandy kissed me again and I hugged her tight.
We stood for a moment, feeling the heat of each other’s body and caught in a never-ending wave of sexual desire and need.
I reached for our wine glasses; my nipples grazed against hers sending waves of pleasure straight to my clit. But now it was my turn to give.
Replacing my glass, I moved my hand between her firm, and I now realised, quite muscular thighs.
“Oooooh,” half sobbed, half squealed as Mandy responded to my touch.
Her cunt was so hot to the touch. Thick creamy cum coated my fingers as they slipped deep inside her folds.
Mandy grabbed my arse cheeks and started to fuck herself on my fingers.
I gave her a moment before pushing her back against the counter.
She lifted herself up and leaned against the wall, knees parted, legs splayed, offering her body, her wet core to me.
I only teased briefly, she was clearly desperate and close to cumming.
We locked lips, duelling tongues as my fingers squelched inside her molten cunt.
My thumb started to play too, gently pressuring her cunt lips as my fingers probed and stretched.
“Urrrrrrrrgh FUCK YES.” Mandy was getting loud and vocal, writhing against the wall.
I ducked my head, let my mouth grip her nipple as my thumb hit her clit.
Her orgasm was every bit as loud and violent as mine had been.
Clearly, she was a squirter too, my forearm was soaked to the elbow, a puddle of cum on the marble top.
As she had done for me, I did for her. Gently holding her as her body recovered and her breathing calmed.
I realised how toned her abs were; quite defined. I also realised how arousing I found that and caressed them more.
I took her hand, and she slipped from the countertop. We turned back toward the window; we needed more wine.
Across the car park, Boxerman and Blondie were standing at their window.
They raised their glasses in a toast.
I realised that thrashing against the wall, Mandy had knocked the dimmer switch, illuminating us to the young couple.
“Fuck,” we chorused together.
“Yep, captured,” laughed Mandy, raising her glass to return the toast.
I waved back and raised my glass.
The young couple turned to confer a moment.
Then she angled herself to the window, leaning forward to grip a stool.
Boxerman bowed and indicated his wife, mimicking a magician before picking up the oil bottle and coating his cock.
With a slight bow and another gesture of his hand, he highlighted blondie’s firm pale arse. He then liberally drizzled oil between her cheeks.
She gave a cute little wiggle as the oil coated her bum.
“This is going to be good; more wine?” Mandy topped up our glasses and we hopped back onto the counter.
Boxerman was running his cock between her cheeks, causing another wave of wriggles.
Blondie’s arm tensed as she braced against the stool.
Slowly his cock filled her backside.
It didn’t take long. Her orgasm was clear to see as his cock pumped into her, his muscular cheeks clenching as he filled her.
Slowly he pulled out.
He offered her some kitchen towel.
She held it to her backside, straightened and carefully walked from the room.
Boxerman hit the lights and followed her out.
I turned to Mandy. “Oh fuck that was good, but I’m thinking dinner is ruined.”
“Then how about you show me your bedroom and then we order in,” and with that she gently kissed me.
ooOOoo
Two days later I got home from work and checked my post box.
There was a folded sheet of crisp white A4 paper in my box. I opened it expecting a circular.
“To the Window Girls,
Would you like to join us for dinner? Friday evening, eight o’clock.
We’d love to see more of you.
Andy and Beth, – The Kitchen Folk”
