Upstairs

I heard it the first time the day we moved my girlfriend into her new apartment. We'd gotten the furniture situated, the bed put together, and the sheets unpacked. We were exhausted and even though boxes were strewn around her apartment, we just wanted to go to bed.

We hadn't put up any of the clocks, so I had no clue what time it was, but it was late. And there were squeaky noises coming form the he apartment upstairs.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Dunno," came the sleepy reply. "Worry later."

I curled up behind her and went to sleep, wondering.

The next weekend, she called me, "I just need some stuff taken into storage and I'll be done unpacking. Can you come over?"

"I'm on my way."

When I got there, she had a few boxes in the den for me to carry to the outside storage area. "There's a couple more in the bedroom," she told me when I finished. When I'd finished, there it was again, the squeaky noises.

"What's that?" I asked her again.

"Oh, that. That happens every night at 12:30, is what."

"And on Saturdays too?"

"I guess so," she said, chuckling.

I grinned and took out the last few boxes.

I hung around most of the day, helping Sylvia do little errands around the house, storing stuff away or shelving her large collection of books. Every half hour or so, the squeaking would begin again. Usually for just a few minutes then there would be another half hour break.

I was helping her make her bed, when we heard them one time. Sylvia looked up at the ceiling, "Go for it, dude!" she said, laughing.

He stopped about two minutes later. I just shook my head, "Poor girl." I caught Sylvia's eye just as she started laughing hard. I just grinned.

Now my girlfriend's apartment is situated such that the bedroom and den are right next to each other. I was sitting on the couch, waiting on some of her patented chicken strips, when I heard a thud thud thud coming from the bedroom. I walked around, and realized that no, it was coming from upstairs. "Sylvia," I called, "listen to this!"

She walked into the bedroom just as it went thud thud thud again. Then it paused, and went thud thud thud thud. Pause. thud thud thud She looked up at the ceiling and archer her brow, with a wicked grin.

"Headboard." I said. She just nodded.

"You'd think they'd have worn out by now."

"Yeah he doesn't last too long." Just as she said it, the thudding stopped. "See?" she said.

"Hmmm. Maybe he's just teasing her," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, a little bit every so long--keeping her going."

She laughed and cocked her head like she does when she's pondering something. "He better be careful. I'd have killed him by now."

That night in bed, we talked. "I'm amazed they kept it up all day," I said, running my hand up and down her side, feeling her skin.

"Yeah." She reached out and caressed my face with her free hand.

I moved my hand down to her breast, gently cupping it in my hand. "I mean such...stamina. Maybe they're newlyweds."

I caressed her nipple with my thumb, and she closed her eyes and breathed in, deeply, slowly. "I...mmm, that feels good...I guess that's one possibility."

"You have another idea?" I asked, moving my hand around and down, caressing the small of her back.

"Maybe...It could be something boring, you know. Or something more exciting."

I could take a hint. "Maybe it's not newlyweds, then." I leaned forward, and licked her aureole with my tongue. "Maybe it's someone with....appointments."

"Mmm," she sighed. "Like what?"

I sucked her breast into my mouth, then let it go. "You know, a prostitute." I said, blowing on he breast, watching her nipple crinkle. "This isn't that high class a neighborhood." I nipped gently at her nipple.

"Why would anyone do that?"

I slid my hand down to her ass, and licked her other nipple. "Money?" I asked. I gently nibbled on her nipple. She moaned. I pulled her closer.

"Because she *likes* it?" I added, pulling her breast back into my mouth, while licking her nipple. That always drives her crazy.

Right then, the squeaking started again. My girlfriend moaned, and rolled me on my back. "If she liked it," she said, while impaling herself on my cock, "Then she'd just give it away. She wouldn't need appointments. Unless..." She sighed, and began rocking back and forth on my cock.

"Unless?" My hands went up to her breasts, squeezing those beautiful nipples.

"Unless..ugghh, Unless, she was just horny all the time. Dragging her man to bed every so often to relieve that *need*" She lost control at this point ant began riding me hard.

"Seems like that would wear most men out, he must be a real stud." I moved my hands down to her ass, pulling her close, and then leaned up, nibbling on her nipples, and sucking her breasts.

"Yes, yes, that's it," she said riding me harder, pressing her body down to get all of my cock inside. I increased the pressure on her nipples. "Oh. I'm, I'm... I'm" My orgasm quickly followed after hers.

She collapsed on me. "Then she'd need appointments."

"Huh?"

"To give him time to get it back up."

"What?" The sex had made me a bit fuzzy.

"The woman. Upstairs."

"Oh, right," I said. We cuddled for a few minutes, then I felt her hand on my body again, caressing my cock, getting it harder.

"Your thirty minutes are up, stud muffin."

Later the next week she called me on the phone.

"I was out walking the dog last night, and I met my upstairs neighbor."

"Yes, and..." I asked intrigued.

"He's a policeman. Works out to keep in shape."

"Oh."

"Yep, I told you it was something boring."

She's always right.