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PAPER THIN (MF, Audio Voyeur)

   Unfortunately, this was not recorded.  I wish I had.

   It all started innocently enough.  My group of six guys set to go
canoeing and camping walked into the small sandwich shop.  There was a long
table with ten chairs on each side but a young dark-haired woman with a
pixie cut was preventing all of us from sitting together.  "Would you like
me to move over?" she asked.  "Yes, thank you", I replied and she moved to
the end of the table.  I sat across the table from her, in the second
chair.

   Shortly, a young man, with his head shaved bald, walked in with a yellow
rose and sat down next to me, across from her.  He handed her the flower.
With her full lips smiling broadly, she took the flower, stood up, leaned
across the small table and gave him a kiss, after which she said, "You are
soooo sweet".  I listened into their conversation and it was quite formal,
almost as if they were on their second date.  She ordered but was
disappointed that the salad didn't have a particular ingredient of some
sort.  She was physically pretty but by her conversation seemed to be
somewhat snobbish.  She was easy to look at but I was not enamored by her
attitude even after she had offered to move to accommodate our group.

   After we finished eating, we checked into our hotel on the lakefront. 
This hotel was like none I had seen since college days, when I didn't care
what my hotel room was like.  The section on the street was extremely old
and, inside, was almost like a run-down boarding house.  The uneven floors
squeaked under the old, tattered carpeting and many of the rooms did not
have attached bathrooms, only a sink.  Common bathrooms (one for men and
one for women) on the floor were to be used for those rooms.  The doors
were ill fitting and the decor looked to have been updated last in about
1969.  The beds were mattresses on metal frames without box springs.  Since
we were going canoeing and camping the next day, our group didn't much
care, and piled into two separate rooms at opposite ends of the hall.

   After playing cards, most of my group went to bed, including my
roommate, so I took a long walk in the cool night air.  When I returned
after midnight, he was fast asleep, sawing logs.  I tossed off my pants and
t-shirt, and crawled into bed.

   As soon as I quit moving around, I noticed that I could hear the couple
in the next room fairly clearly.  I couldn't make out the words but could
discern the tones of their voices even though they were speaking softly. 
It didn't take long for me to realize that amorous mewing and giggling by
our neighbors was going on.  A short time later, the talking stopped and I
clearly heard the woman utter a decidedly pleasurable "mmmmmmmm" through
the paper thin wall.  I knew what was about to come and looked over at my
roomie, who had rolled over on his side and had thankfully stopped snoring
but was obviously sleeping deeply.  The initial sound from the room next
door immediately excited me, since I had been conditioned into a Pavlovian
reaction by couples staying in adjoining rooms in bed and breakfasts that
my wife and I had experienced.  Lying in bed, naked, as I always do, I felt
myself getting hard almost immediately, even before I heard another sound.

   After a brief silence, I heard a long, deep exhale from the woman next
door.  It was almost apparent that she knew how thin the walls were, even
though it was, by now, nearly 2 o'clock in the morning.  I was shocked at
how easily I could hear that sound and it excited me even further.  Slowly,
I got out of bed and slipped on my shorts, in case my roomie awoke.  I
pressed my ear against the wall and was immediately greeted with the
woman's involuntary, shuddering moan.  I wasn't sure what he was doing to
her but it was clearing working.

   I listened more closely and couldn't hear the bed moving at all.  My
mind photographed the scene as if I was watching them directly--her on her
back, with her legs bent at the knees, spread wide, and his head buried
deeply between them.  Based upon what I was hearing, he seemed to be
licking very, slowly, first pressing in deeply at the base of her entrance,
then sliding his broad tongue up and touching her hot button.  Her hands
were on the back of his head, coaxing him in deeper, pulling him toward
her. Although the walls were thin, I wanted to hear more.  As silently as I
could, I walked to the door and opened it.  Luckily, ours was one of the
few doors that didn't creak when it opened.  As I popped my head out of the
door, I realized I could hear them even better in the hall through the
flimsy, ill-fitting hollow core door than through the wall.  I was certain
that, if I could get next to the door, it would almost be as if I were
sitting next to their bed with my eyes closed.

   His tongue was moving faster...moving up and down her pussy, by now
drenched, the combination of her excitement and his tongue having puffed
her lips and opened her entrance that was drooling her lubrication along
with his saliva.  I took one tentative step into the hallway and the floor
responded with an almost inaudible squeak.  I knew they would not have
heard it in their passion but also knew that if I moved closer to the door
in the center of the hall, they would hear my footsteps.  Would they find
it even more exciting to know that someone was listening to them?  I could
not bear the thought that they might stop before she reached her climax. 
Would he come out of the room to investigate?

   Getting even more bold, I moved my foot close to the molding at the base
of the wall, hoping that there would be no noise.  Hearing none, I inched
forward, leaning against the wall as if I were on the outside ledge of a
building and slowly closed the door to my room, making sure that it did not
close completely (and putting my hand in my pocket to make certain I had my
key if it did).

   After I had taken a few steps, I clearly heard their bed creak...but not
enough that they were really changing positions.  I could picture him
pushing her legs up high against her chest, exposing her gaping pussy right
in front of his face.  Immediately thereafter, she uttered a gutteral
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" as I heard little movements on the bed.  I could almost
tell he was taking long swipes from the base of her pussy up and over her
clit.  Each time, he ran his broad tongue over her engorged clit, she
moaned, a bit louder each time.  By this time I imagined that she was
holding her legs up and he had inserted a finger, probably two, deeply into
her sopping vagina, pressing up against the front wall right behind her
clit...massaging her g-spot.  Yes, that's it.  He is walking his fingers
against the g-spot, pressing harder and her moans are from him pressing,
pressing, pressing against the ever hardening mound of tissue deep inside
of her.

   I was just to the side of their door, listening to everything.  I heard
movement, but not enough for him to be fucking her.  Her gutteral
utterances and deep breaths give way to low, panting moans.  She was so
close.  So close.  I heard her take a huge gasp of air and loudly, compared
to before, she exhales "ohhhhhh, shit, I'm going to cummmmmmmm".  Her fists
hit the bed, once, and then twice as she came.  I heard her lift up off the
bed and could almost feel, her pussy squeezing hard on his fingers....  For
the first time, I heard him speak, saying, "oh, my God" as I pictured her
spasming in front of him.  She took another big breath and ground out
another moan...this was clearly not just a normal orgasm...or, was it?

   After a couple of more seconds, I heard her drop back on the bed...as
she gasped for air, which was shortly replaced with gales of stifled
laughter by both of them...hers uncontrollable and his chortling.  Through
her laughter, she said, "God, David, you are so goooooood.  What a
messsssss." In my mind's eye, I now picture her having cum in a furious
squirt, clearly a surprise to him and maybe even a surprise to her.

   Now, I am worried that he would come out of their room for more towels
from the bathroom down the hall.  My heart beat faster, if that was
possible, as I quickly worked my way back to my room, closing and latching
the door as quietly as I could.  I looked at my roomie, now lying on his
back and snoring profusely and slid into my bed after grabbing a hand towel
and dropping my shorts next to the bed.  I knew they hadn't come out of the
room but I can't hear anything over my roommate's snoring.

   Of course, I grabbed my incredibly hard member, feeling the pressure in
my balls, and slowly started stroking, as I had been doing though my shorts
in the hall next to their door.  It didn't take long before I felt my
orgasm begin to rise.  I took very long, slow strokes and held back as long
as I could before my cock started to pulse...HARD.  Before I knew it the
first shot exploded from deep inside me and hit the side of my jaw--I could
feel it running down the side of my neck.  Again I squirted--this time I
felt it splat in the center of my chest.  Four more times my cock squirted
forth my seed before it dribbled down my hand.

   I was out of breath.  As I recovered, I reached over and grabbed the
hand towel, wiped up my own mess and looked over at my sleeping roommate,
who was sawing logs harder than the northwoodsmen who harvest the trees
through the forest we were going to enter the next day.  If my neighbors
had continued, there would be no way I could hear.  Being satisfied, albeit
curious, I rolled over and went to sleep.  After all, it would be a tough
day tomorrow.

   The next morning, as I left the room to go down the stairs for my
morning coffee, I heard a door open behind me.  Out of the room next to
mine walked the guy with the bald head that I had sat next to at the
sandwich shop yesterday.  All of a sudden, the photographic memories I had
taken in my mind began to change, since, now, I could picture that
pixie-tressed dark haired woman with her legs up high and his bald head
between her legs.  It was as almost much fun creating it the second time as
it was when I first heard it.  

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