1. The Sound Of Dirty Laundry


    Date: 6/23/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: L8LastNight, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    held it there as she thought. She was still annoyed but a swell of anxiety swept up through her chest and neck till it painted a blush of pink on her cheeks. After listening to the carnal dirty laundry session taking place just on the other side of the flimsy door for a few seconds longer, Caitlyn finally told herself to just back away, go bury her head under the pillows and ride it out. As she began to turn, though, she heard the woman groan aloud, “Oh, Jae! Mmm!” “Jae?” Caitlyn gasped, her jaw hanging. That paused her in mid-step. Jae was the new tenant on the main floor of the house, living just above her. He had moved in a couple of weeks ago. Caitlyn stared at the door again, and cast her mind's eye through it as she locked on to the sounds of the hot tryst taking place on the other side. So that was Jae eliciting those rapacious groans of delight. She sucked in her upper lip, wetting it with her tongue. Without realizing it, her hand was suddenly wrapped around the doorknob again, slowly but surely turning it. Even as she carefully pulled the door open --yellow light pouring through the slit into her darkened apartment and against her face-- she knew it was a gamble that she would be caught peeking. The laundry machine was across a very short hallway from her door, beside the stairs, but depending on their position, it was still 50/50 that either Jae or his lady of the night --or both-- would be facing towards her. The thought added an extra beat to her heart. ...
    Fortunately, she was greeted with the sight of a pair of very firm, muscular bare buttocks, tensing and flexing as they drove back and forth with verve. The man's legs were spread apart, his feet planted on the floor for maximum potency of every thrust. He sported a crimson T-shirt, but otherwise everything was on full display with his jeans and underwear kicked aside rather than bunched at his feet, restricting his stance. Between the collar of his shirt and the tidy line of shaved, black hair, she spotted the top of the ornate sun tattoo streaked across Jae's neck. It's what first caught her eye --one of several alluring characteristics-- when she first saw him move into the house. The sharp, stern facial features of the mixed-Asian man seized the rest of her attention. With slender cut eyes and high cheek bones, it was like his face was a clay sculpture just pulled from the kiln, just as sleek, just as hot. Yet Caitlyn couldn't focus on Jae's face at the moment. No, she was clearly preoccupied by the steady bursts of his smooth butt and hips, the cause of the steady gasps and groans coming from the woman his body was obscuring from her view. A pair of lithe legs perched upon four inches of corked heels dropped down behind Jae's solid stance. That was pretty much all that Caitlyn could see of the woman. Obviously she was hunched over the laundry machine, pressed up against it, absorbing its chugging bumps against her belly just as she took the brash slaps of Jae's crotch against her ...
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