First time post: Noisy neighbour #1 “Oh f**k me” & #1B “oh I’m gonna cum....’
Posted: 27 Oct 2015 20:16
Dear chaps (and presumably the occasional lady),
It is time for me to break my SSL virginity, having joined a few weeks ago, and share with you my recent collection of ‘melodies’ acquired this summer. I have enjoyed the recordings already on the site which many of you have shared in such a neighbourly fashion, particularly the regulars.
So, first some background -
I live in relatively quiet part of a central-city neighbourhood with grand white stuccoed terraces. Well-manicured trees align the road and radiant pink roses adorn the frontage of each apartment, which are ‘five high’. At the rear of each residence are small patios, to which only ground floor residents have access, with ivy crawling up the appropriately high walls, thereby ensuring an appropriate measure of privacy. The neighbours are, as you might imagine, altogether pleasant and greet one-another in a cheery upper-middle class manner: ‘how do you do’. The gentlemen are courteous and upstanding. Ladies and their daughters are dignified and, as you would correctly anticipate, conduct themselves in a manner such as that which befits their upbringing. Even the birds in the trees chirrup merrily to themselves. It is the epitome of ‘polite society’.
Anyway, back to the subject in hand; the one you are gasping to hear about. One summer night in June, several months after I had moved in to my new residence, I was doing some last minute prep for a tiresome but important Saturday morning exam, and retired to bed late. At 3am, I was abruptly, dare one say rudely, awakened by the delightful and expressively urgent orgasmic moans of my upstairs neighbour being unmitigatingly f**ked. This was a ‘first’ for me. She was loud. Hot loud. Not the ‘wailing like a banshee’ type which I find tediously excessive. Her moans were indescribably enticing. Much to my regret I was half-asleep and didn’t have the presence of mind to record her, but tossed and turned and fell back asleep. Indeed, to be frank I had not even thought of recording my neighbours before. (And yes, before you reprimand me, I have berated myself aplenty for this unaccountable oversight.)
So what changed in my mind this memorable night? Perhaps a recollection that my recent ex-girlfriend at that point was what one would regard as a (hot) ‘screamer’ and that she too was readily multi-orgasmic - an undeniable turn-on. So naturally, a somewhat forlorn state of mind, combined with an appetite caused by a lack of recent action, were the dominant stimuli. But also, like I suspect all of you, don’t you find there is something dark and unforgivingly illicit when you hear your hot neighbour making love in the darkness of night? The imagination then becomes the catalyst for a relentless sense of desire.
But I digress......
So, as you would expect, for the next few weeks, I was in a state of full readiness. To my dismay: nothing. It was obviously a random encounter as I was aware she was single. Then late one evening, I happened to be playing my piano. The windows were shut, so as not to disturb the neighbours. At one point, I thought I heard occasional faint disturbances, but initially dismissed them. Fool. A few moments later my instincts overrode my preoccupation, and ambled to my bedroom to open the window. Behold....’uh, uuuh, oh dear god’!!........I scrambled for my mobile. In an effort to get the best acoustics possible, the surrounding walls making for good reverberations, I made haste to the back door and stepped out onto the patio. The benefit of being on the ground floor became seemingly apparent, despite the irritating (and risky!) crackling of stray twigs underfoot.
What you are about to hear is my ‘first time’ recording of a neighbour. There are two parts, the first will get you in the mood as, to my chagrin, I came in towards the end, as it were, so it’s only 2 minutes long. Then silence, so I stopped recording (too soon as it turned out), and went back inside. Barely half an hour later, I caught her getting her pussy filled once more. This second recording is a better one and 10+ minutes long.
You will hear me almost trip over the step as I bumble around unlocking the door once again. At which point her moans lessen. Did they hear me?! Just a glance out her bedroom window would reveal in the dark a surreptitious figure, lurking with a sense of bourgeois curiosity. Happily the interruption was not fatal. For the next couple of minutes, all to be heard was the occasional stifled gasp. But then the magic moment, as she gratifyingly announced her pleasure: a nice measured build (as I was to become more familiar with, this was the pitch/frequency she made when riding a man) with a ‘oh I’m gonna cum’. Then, for the final act of a ‘fulfilling’ night’s pleasure, he ended up taking her from behind. She found it difficult to get over the precipice to have her last O......indeed it took several attempts, as I will leave for you to discover yourselves.
So, who is this delightful young lady? I mean, you can tell she was a noisy girl if her melody carries over that of a piano! Well, the first time I met her had been at her front porch in passing one frosty morning - I had briefly introduced myself as she lived next door. She had recently graduated in law. It was her parents apartment which occupied a couple of floors of the building and, being retired executives, they spent a lot of their time at their holiday home overseas, so she often had the run of the place to herself. Specifics: English, c.24/25yo, 8+/10 attractive, dead cute. About 5”4, medium length brown hair, 34B, yearningly hot ass/thighs, and well-mannered but not ‘up herself’ like many girls around here. She didn’t have a boyfriend, just the occasional one night stand with very occasional sequencing. I heard her maybe once every few weeks. She was more ‘expressive’ when drunk as you will hear in due course, if you like?
Note – this was recorded on my faithful iphone and converted to MP3. Sound amplified slightly on Audacity, no other modifications due to unfamiliarity with software.
It is time for me to break my SSL virginity, having joined a few weeks ago, and share with you my recent collection of ‘melodies’ acquired this summer. I have enjoyed the recordings already on the site which many of you have shared in such a neighbourly fashion, particularly the regulars.
So, first some background -
I live in relatively quiet part of a central-city neighbourhood with grand white stuccoed terraces. Well-manicured trees align the road and radiant pink roses adorn the frontage of each apartment, which are ‘five high’. At the rear of each residence are small patios, to which only ground floor residents have access, with ivy crawling up the appropriately high walls, thereby ensuring an appropriate measure of privacy. The neighbours are, as you might imagine, altogether pleasant and greet one-another in a cheery upper-middle class manner: ‘how do you do’. The gentlemen are courteous and upstanding. Ladies and their daughters are dignified and, as you would correctly anticipate, conduct themselves in a manner such as that which befits their upbringing. Even the birds in the trees chirrup merrily to themselves. It is the epitome of ‘polite society’.
Anyway, back to the subject in hand; the one you are gasping to hear about. One summer night in June, several months after I had moved in to my new residence, I was doing some last minute prep for a tiresome but important Saturday morning exam, and retired to bed late. At 3am, I was abruptly, dare one say rudely, awakened by the delightful and expressively urgent orgasmic moans of my upstairs neighbour being unmitigatingly f**ked. This was a ‘first’ for me. She was loud. Hot loud. Not the ‘wailing like a banshee’ type which I find tediously excessive. Her moans were indescribably enticing. Much to my regret I was half-asleep and didn’t have the presence of mind to record her, but tossed and turned and fell back asleep. Indeed, to be frank I had not even thought of recording my neighbours before. (And yes, before you reprimand me, I have berated myself aplenty for this unaccountable oversight.)
So what changed in my mind this memorable night? Perhaps a recollection that my recent ex-girlfriend at that point was what one would regard as a (hot) ‘screamer’ and that she too was readily multi-orgasmic - an undeniable turn-on. So naturally, a somewhat forlorn state of mind, combined with an appetite caused by a lack of recent action, were the dominant stimuli. But also, like I suspect all of you, don’t you find there is something dark and unforgivingly illicit when you hear your hot neighbour making love in the darkness of night? The imagination then becomes the catalyst for a relentless sense of desire.
But I digress......
So, as you would expect, for the next few weeks, I was in a state of full readiness. To my dismay: nothing. It was obviously a random encounter as I was aware she was single. Then late one evening, I happened to be playing my piano. The windows were shut, so as not to disturb the neighbours. At one point, I thought I heard occasional faint disturbances, but initially dismissed them. Fool. A few moments later my instincts overrode my preoccupation, and ambled to my bedroom to open the window. Behold....’uh, uuuh, oh dear god’!!........I scrambled for my mobile. In an effort to get the best acoustics possible, the surrounding walls making for good reverberations, I made haste to the back door and stepped out onto the patio. The benefit of being on the ground floor became seemingly apparent, despite the irritating (and risky!) crackling of stray twigs underfoot.
What you are about to hear is my ‘first time’ recording of a neighbour. There are two parts, the first will get you in the mood as, to my chagrin, I came in towards the end, as it were, so it’s only 2 minutes long. Then silence, so I stopped recording (too soon as it turned out), and went back inside. Barely half an hour later, I caught her getting her pussy filled once more. This second recording is a better one and 10+ minutes long.
You will hear me almost trip over the step as I bumble around unlocking the door once again. At which point her moans lessen. Did they hear me?! Just a glance out her bedroom window would reveal in the dark a surreptitious figure, lurking with a sense of bourgeois curiosity. Happily the interruption was not fatal. For the next couple of minutes, all to be heard was the occasional stifled gasp. But then the magic moment, as she gratifyingly announced her pleasure: a nice measured build (as I was to become more familiar with, this was the pitch/frequency she made when riding a man) with a ‘oh I’m gonna cum’. Then, for the final act of a ‘fulfilling’ night’s pleasure, he ended up taking her from behind. She found it difficult to get over the precipice to have her last O......indeed it took several attempts, as I will leave for you to discover yourselves.
So, who is this delightful young lady? I mean, you can tell she was a noisy girl if her melody carries over that of a piano! Well, the first time I met her had been at her front porch in passing one frosty morning - I had briefly introduced myself as she lived next door. She had recently graduated in law. It was her parents apartment which occupied a couple of floors of the building and, being retired executives, they spent a lot of their time at their holiday home overseas, so she often had the run of the place to herself. Specifics: English, c.24/25yo, 8+/10 attractive, dead cute. About 5”4, medium length brown hair, 34B, yearningly hot ass/thighs, and well-mannered but not ‘up herself’ like many girls around here. She didn’t have a boyfriend, just the occasional one night stand with very occasional sequencing. I heard her maybe once every few weeks. She was more ‘expressive’ when drunk as you will hear in due course, if you like?
Note – this was recorded on my faithful iphone and converted to MP3. Sound amplified slightly on Audacity, no other modifications due to unfamiliarity with software.
