It was my first night in a new apartment. The building must have had the world’s thinnest ceilings, because I heard absolutely everything going on in the bedroom above mine

— every moan, groan, gasp, and scream of passion. While moving in, I had learned from another neighbor that a fellow named Mark lived above me, and apparently he brought home a different woman every week. It seemed he had made a new conquest tonight.

At first I was annoyed. I’d just broken up with my boyfriend, and listening to other people having sex — sweaty sex — wasn’t my idea of a good time. Then, as the throaty whimpers of the woman upstairs turned to shrieks of pleasure, I grew amused, intrigued, and, most of all, astonished. The rhythmic creaking of bedsprings went on and on. Who was this guy? He never seemed to quit. The woman was obviously getting the ride of her life. "I’m going to come!" she yelled. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me harder!"

As I lay there in bed and listened, my pussy grew so wet that my panties were soaked through. I couldn’t take it any longer. I rolled over on my back, pulled off my panties, and spread my legs. My fingers strummed my swollen clit while I continued to eavesdrop on the couple overhead. As she climaxed, the woman let out a yowl so loud, I think the entire building heard it. Mark came with a series of sexy grunts, and I was rocked by a powerful orgasm of my own.

I sighed happily and drifted off to sleep, certain that Mark was finished for the night. I was startled awake around 2 a.m. to hear them going at it yet again, just as loudly as before. Then, to my disbelief, they started up twice more before the sun rose. Each time, I found my pussy hot and eager, and I was forced to masturbate to relieve the renewed sexual tension.

In the morning I knew I had to meet this superstud. I watched the stairs through my front door until a curvy redhead emerged from his apartment, climbed into her car, and drove away. It was early afternoon when I dressed carefully in a low-cut blouse, my shortest, sluttiest skirt, and my secret weapon: a pair of thigh-high stockings, a lacy black garter belt, and no panties. As I climbed the stairs to Mark¹s apartment, a slight breeze cooled my bare pussy. I shivered with anticipation.

I hammered hard on the door. Mark answered. It wasn’t easy to feign anger with him. I immediately liked what I saw. My new neighbor wore a white T-shirt with sleeves that stretched tight around his muscles. He was tall and tan, and when he flashed me a grin I had to clench my thighs together to keep my love juices from dripping onto his welcome mat. I couldn’t help picturing him as he must have looked last night as he drove his cock into the redhead. Running my tongue over my lips, nearly crazy wanting that cock myself, I forced a frown.

“I’ve just moved in downstairs,” I said coldly, “and I didn’t sleep a wink last night.” I continued to reprimand him for all the noise he’d made, but as I scolded him I leaned against the doorframe and let my skirt creep up, exposing my garters and the bare skin above my tights. Within minutes I had Mark stammering and stuttering and making heartfelt apologies for his inconsiderateness. Gradually I let him calm me down. When he invited me in for a drink, I accepted, slipping inside and quickly shutting the door behind me.

As he fetched the drinks, I hopped up onto his kitchen counter and eased my knees apart. When he caught a quick glimpse of my shaved pussy, Mark almost dropped the glasses. I grabbed my drink, took a long sip, then set it on the counter.

“Do you really want to make up for last night?” I asked.

Mark nodded. “Anything I can do — ”

“Make me come like you did that red-haired slut,” I demanded.

Mark didn’t hesitate. He knelt right down on the kitchen floor and pushed his head under my skirt. His burning tongue teased my hole, slid inside, then danced up to my waiting clit. I wove my fingers into his hair and pressed his face harder into my pussy. He reached up and tore open my blouse. His fingers sought and found my nipples, which puckered and hardened at his touch. It felt incredible, but I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted to see the cock that had kept me up all night.

I pushed myself off the counter and knelt in front of him. I found the button on his jeans, undid it, and yanked down the zipper. His cock was making a thick ridge down his thigh. When I got his jeans down, it sprang up full and rigid, striped with bulging veins. I could see why the woman last night had shrieked with such pleasure.

I had to get my mouth on the mushroom head of Mark’s cock. First, though, I ran my tongue up and down the shaft and sucked his balls one by one into my mouth. Finally, as he groaned with anticipation, I probed the head with the pointed tip of my tongue. When he began to thrust his hips at me, I finally succumbed to my desires and took him fully into my mouth. He thrust into the back of my throat while I massaged his balls and caressed his thighs.

I milked his cock with my mouth, but he pulled away before I could make him come. Instead, he led me to his bedroom and pushed me onto the bed, where I spread my legs. He teased the entrance to my pussy, sliding in little by little until I begged him to fill me. Only then did he ram the full length of his cock into me. I cried out again and again as he slammed against me. If anyone had been downstairs, in my new bedroom, I’m sure they would have heard the sound of his balls slapping against my ass. Mark wrapped his arms around me, his hands cupping each of my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his fingers as he hammered into me.

An explosion was building inside me. I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I screamed and cried, out of control. From Mark’s grunts and the increasing speed of his thrusts, I knew he was close too. He shouted for me to come, and I did. Waves of pleasure wracked my body. My pussy convulsed again and again. Mark shot his load and collapsed on top of me.

After that amazing encounter I forgave Mark for keeping me up all night. From that day on, Mark and I have maintained — shall I say — a more than neighborly relationship.