I’m 28, single guy living in this old apartment building in the city. Rents are cheap but the walls and floors are paper thin, which means I hear way more than I ever wanted to from the people above me. Specifically, my neighbor upstairs. She’s this 36 year old divorced mom, works as a cam girl from what I’ve pieced together. I’ve even found her socials online and know she broadcasts on fruitycams.com, but I won’t drop her name here for privacy reasons. I’ve seen her around the building a few times, always looking put together but with that tired mom vibe, you know? Curvy in all the right places, long dark hair, probably around 5’6″ or so. She’s got this smile that lights up the hallway, but damn, if you knew what I hear every weekend, you’d understand why I’m obsessed.
It started about six months ago. I’d hear thumping and muffled voices on Friday nights, but it escalated when this guy showed up. He’s African, built like a tank, muscular as hell, probably in his early 40s. I’ve caught glimpses of him coming and going, tall, broad shoulders, shaved head, always wearing tight shirts that show off his arms. He drives a black SUV and parks right outside. Every single weekend, like clockwork, he arrives around 8 PM Friday and doesn’t leave until Sunday afternoon. And let me tell you, the sounds… Jesus.
I live directly below her, so the floor creaks and everything travels. First time I really noticed was a Friday night last month. I was trying to watch TV when I heard the door slam upstairs, then laughter, her voice all flirty. Soon after, the bed starts squeaking. Not gentle either. It’s rhythmic, hard, like he’s pounding into her. She moans loud, no holding back. ‘Yes, oh god, deeper,’ stuff like that. I could hear skin slapping against skin, her gasps turning into screams. The guy’s grunting too, deep and powerful, like he’s exerting himself but loving it. It went on for what felt like hours, pauses here and there for water or whatever, but then right back at it. I swear, the whole building probably hears, but no one complains.
She’s a cam girl, so during the week it’s quieter, maybe some solo stuff if I’m lucky, but weekends are his domain. Last weekend was intense. Saturday morning, I hear them going at it again. The headboard banging against the wall, her crying out in pleasure. ‘Fuck me harder, don’t stop.’ His voice is low, commanding, telling her how good she feels. I can picture it: him flipping her over, gripping her hips, that massive cock of his stretching her out. Yeah, it’s obvious he’s hung like a horse from the way she reacts, begging for more. She’s not faking it; it’s raw, desperate. They must do it in every position because the noises shift, thuds from the floor when she’s on top riding him, or the bed shaking when he’s behind her.
By evening, it’s round three or four. I heard her climax at least twice, long drawn out wails that make my blood boil. He’s strong, no doubt, holding her down or picking her up, slamming her against the mattress. Once, I swear I heard what sounded like spanking, her yelping then moaning louder. Cum must be everywhere because there’s this wet slapping sound that builds up. It frustrates me so much; I’m down here stroking myself to the soundtrack of her getting railed by this beast of a man, wishing it was me.
I want her bad. Like, really want to fuck her brains out, show her what a younger guy can do. She’s right there, single mom just trying to make ends meet with her cam work, and this routine screams she’s craving it rough. But how do I approach? I’ve nodded hello in the laundry room, even helped her with groceries once when her kid was napping. She’s friendly, chats about the weather, but I chicken out every time. Do I just knock and say I hear everything? That’d creep her out. Or watch her streams anonymously and comment? Nah, too risky. I’m dying here, guys. Anyone got advice on breaking the ice without sounding like a perv? Or am I just doomed to listen forever?
