1. Good walls make good neighbors, Part 1


    Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    didn’t bother you too much. She can be quite a handful.” “You two were a bit loud, but she sounds like a delightful person.” She smiled and said, “It’s just a shame the walls are made out of spit and Kleenex.” “I gather you had a boring Halloween.” She smiled brightly and said, “Yeah, I was a bit under the weather. I stayed in and hit the sack early.” I nodded and didn’t push the conversation further. She stood up and shook my hand, “Good to see you again, neighbor.” “You too.” She rapped lightly on the table three times and said, “Bye.” She left without a backward glance, her long hair swinging from side to side, and I found it hard to concentrate on my book. After lunch I returned to my apartment and read while listening to music, and I went to bed at the usual time. I had heard her puttering around her apartment much of the day, and when I turned out the lights, locked up, and started up the stairs, I heard her do likewise. I lay down and relaxed, and soon her bedsprings creaked. To my surprise I heard a light scratching on the wall, and I scratched back. I heard a low chuckle and soon she was pleasuring herself loudly. I joined in and came before her. When she finished, she rapped lightly on the wall three times and giggled. I rapped three times in return and rolled over to sleep. For the next three months things continued in much the same vein. We saw each other several times at the store, the cafe, and in the mailbox room, and while I walked her back to her door a ...
    number of times, she always bid me adieu at her door and never invited me in. Nor did I ever invite her into my apartment; somehow her manner made it clear she would refuse. After a month she seemed to have stopped seeing Darlene, but I did not dare to ask her about it; our conversations were always strictly public, though very enjoyable for all that. Finally, one Sunday evening as I was at work at the museum, I saw her peek into the gallery I was guarding. The museum was of course dead at that time, so we were free to chat. “You look right cute in your little guard suit,” she said with a smile when she saw me. “Why, thank you,” I said. “I have some news.” “Oh?” “I’m moving.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” She smiled at my disappointment and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll still come to visit you.” “I’m glad to hear that.” “Anyway, I was wondering if you’d help me move tomorrow. I don’t have much stuff. Two people can do it in an afternoon. ―I’ll buy you dinner.” “Now, how could I resist such a delightful offer? I’d be happy to help.” She smiled widely. “Great! Work starts at one. Make sure you’re well fed. I don’t want you passing out from hunger because you’ve starved yourself for a free feast.” She shook her finger at me with a mock frown and I laughed. That night when I went to sleep I heard her packing, and I soon fell asleep; I was wakened about two when she lay down, but she must have been as tired as I was because I heard her begin to snore just as I faded away back to dreamland. The ...
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