Thru a Door Darkly SeXStoRY

Thru a Door Darkly (Claimer. Lest there be doubt, the following was not taken from a foreign language source and rendered thu the magic of electronics to English for posting. The events occurred in a small town in a part of Pennsylvania popularly called “Pennsyltucky.” This previously was posted to a conversation thread about aural sex at another site. ‘Tis mine for better or worse.) Once on a trip to Pennsylvania, I got stuck in one of a pair of adjoining rooms both beds of which squeaked ear splittingly. The second night I was awakened about midnight by the sound of a "controlled" awkwardly rhythmic squeak. As quietly as possible I went to the door mashing the side of my head into it and listened to a woman on the other side. At times she forcibly sucked air; at others she f***efully expelled it; then there would be small moans or tones of satisfaction followed by deliberate care not to move sufficiently to make the springs witness though I could hear distinctly physical activity. In rigid, lubricious joy I stood barely breathing. After several additional minutes, the springs again began to sing the intensity of her pleasure as she breathed and voiced that curious near agony of approach to the "little death." Finally, in a roller coaster of voice, she climbed the big hill....."ah....aah...aaaahh...Aaaah....AAAAaaah HUH AAAh AAaaUUUUH AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh...(to the base)" After a couple of minutes, she expelled a long sigh that clearly said, "THAT was niiiiiiiiiice!" A minute or so later as I was hoping for another ascent, she got up and went into the bathroom where, to my intense regret, she washed her hands before returning to bed. (I wanted her to sl**p with her lust [which I was certain I could smell] on her hands, wake to it and smile in recollection.) Quietly I returned to my bed squeaking my own presence but not exaggeratedly so. Knowing that she was awake even hearing her at times, I began to jack off deliberately excited still further by the knowledge of sharing it with her. Though I tried to make it last forever, given the extent of my arousal it couldn't have been very long before I came wrenchingly groaning in tribute to her. The next morning in the restaurant there were several unattached women all of whom smiled (seemingly invitingly) at me. But I never saw, much less met, the woman from next door, and she was gone that night. She has long been the subject of infinitely varied fantasies, needless to note. Postscript The next night I was awakened by a couple fucking vigorously, at least he was. It was interminable. He must have had a "whiskey hardon"--you can pound nails with it, but you can't come! Clearly, not all sex is worthy of being shared! And there was no doubt that his companion shared that sentiment!