The Noises from Next Door

***

“There must be some mistake,” Gemma didn’t look happy, her arms were folded across her chest and her jaw was clenched. “There should be two separate rooms. Can you check again please?”

The woman behind the desk looked down at her screen for a few seconds, then looked up and shook her head. “Sorry, I only have one room booked under your company’s name.” She looked apologetic, but sounded firm. “It’s a double though, so there’s room enough for two.”

“No, that’s not good enough.” Gemma snapped back. “We need separate rooms. We work together, we’re not a fucking couple.”

I jumped as Gemma swore. So did the woman behind the desk. “Sorry, we’re fully booked.” She shook her head again, nothing she could do.

Gemma looked like she was about to explode. I needed to do something.

“It’s OK Gemma, you take the room, I’m sure I can book another one in a hotel nearby.” I turned to the woman behind the desk. “Any recommendations?”

She looked apologetic again. “I don't fancy your chances. The annual car show’s on this week, people come from all over the world to see it, I doubt there’ll be any free hotel rooms for miles.”

Shit. I was exhausted. Me and Gemma had flown in on the first flight this morning, we’d then spent close to ten hours in meetings, before being ‘treated’ to an awful meal with our clients. Now I just wanted to get to my room, have a long, hot bath, and get into bed and watch TV until I fell asleep.

I phoned the company travel agency to see if they could find me another room.

***

Gemma checked-in, then waited in the lobby for me to finish my call.

I talked to the agency, I pleaded, but it was no good. I put my phone in my pocket, then walked back over to Gemma. “Bad news, they can't find me a room anywhere.”

She didn’t look pleased. “So what are we supposed to do now? We can't share.”

I shrugged. “I don't see we have much choice.”

A look of horror spread over her face.

“I know, I know.” I held my hands up to stop her protests before they started. “Believe me, this isn’t exactly great for me either. But I can’t sleep rough can I? And it’s only for one night. I’ll take the sofa, obviously.”

Gemma looked seriously pissed off, but she knew there was no other option. “Fine then.” She grabbed her case and started marching towards the elevators without another word.

***

We didn't talk as we rode the elevator together and then searched for our room. Gemma pointedly avoided making eye contact with me.

I was sure a lot of the guys at the office would love to be in my shoes right now. Gemma was clever, funny, and beautiful, but despite working together for so long, we never really got on. There was a formality and an awkwardness between us, and although she was perfectly civil towards me, I got the impression Gemma didn’t like me very much. Just two different people I guess? I was sure she’d been looking forward to some privacy too, and was just as annoyed as I was that we’d have to spend the night together.

Gemma opened the door with the electronic key and I followed her in.

“There’s no sofa.” She said it with her hands on her hips, looking at me as if I’d fucked up.

“Well this gets better and better doesn’t it? Maybe I can sleep in the bath?” I stuck my head into the bathroom. “Shit. There’s only a shower in here.”

Gemma looked angry, but I was tired and getting sick of this too, I just wanted to sleep. “Look, the bed’s huge, and we’re both adults. I think we can both sleep in it without doing anything HR would disapprove of. Don’t you?”

Gemma looked dubious, but tired too. “Fuck it. I get the side nearest the bathroom though.”

She started rooting round in her suitcase, then pulled out some clothes and a wash bag. “I’m going for a shower, then I’m going to bed.”

***

I lay on my side of the bed and watched TV whilst I waited for Gemma to finish in the bathroom. She was in there for ages, I felt my eyes growing heavy and had to force myself to stay awake.

Eventually Gemma emerged. She was wearing matching tartan cotton pyjama bottoms and a top now. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was clear of makeup. She didn’t speak or even look at me. She pulled a book out of her luggage then got into bed and started reading.

I didn’t have pyjamas, but I was pretty sure Gemma would freak if I tried to sleep in just my underwear. I took out a t-shirt and the biggest pair of boxer shorts I had to try and cover as much of myself as I could. I grabbed my own wash bag, and headed for the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed.

***

When I came back out of the bathroom the TV was silent and all the lights were off, except for a lamp on the table by my side of the bed. Gemma was curled up and facing away from me.

I slid under the covers, careful not to make contact with her, then turned the lamp off.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but as exhausted as I was, I couldn’t relax. There was a good few feet between us, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if I rolled over in my sleep and touched Gemma. So I lay there, staring at the ceiling and trying not to move or make a sound.

And that’s when it started, the noises from the room next door.

***

I heard a long, low, sigh. Or at least I thought I did, but maybe I’d imagined it, maybe I’d been falling asleep and dreamt it?

But then I heard it again.

I pricked my ears and listened. Another sigh, a woman’s, from the wall behind our bed. I hadn’t heard anyone entering the room next door, but I could definitely hear them now. A deeper grunt and murmur sounded like a man’s voice. Then the woman groaned.

I realised how quiet it was in our room. As the noises from next door got louder they became impossible to ignore. They steadily grew more rhythmic and more intense until they were both moaning and gasping in time with each other.

I wondered if Gemma was awake. I hoped not. I felt awkward enough listening to two strangers fucking, it’d be unbearable if I knew Gemma was awake next to me and listening too.

They kept on fucking, and I couldn’t help listening. I could tell they were fucking faster and harder as the woman’s noises got louder and higher. I started imaging what was happening, what he was doing to her. Then she started to talk as she moaned, “yes… yes…. oh god, yes… like that… yes.”

Man, it sounded hot. They must be new lovers I guessed, the sex sounded exciting and urgent, and she sounded like she was putting on a show for him. They were so loud now that it sounded like they were in the same room as us. I couldn't stop thinking about how they looked and what they were doing.

I felt my cock starting to stiffen. I rolled over very slowly and carefully onto my back. My boxer shorts were loose and baggy at the front, and my cock was standing hard away from my body now, I didn’t want to accidentally touch Gemma with it and precipitate a sexual harassment lawsuit.

But god, the noises from next door were so loud and frantic they were driving me mad. They sounded like were fucking hard now, and she sounded like she was close to coming already. My cock was so hard it started to ache, I was dying to touch myself.

The woman next door yelled and shouted his name and she started to come. She was so loud now, and he kept on fucking her, he screwed her to orgasm and kept going.

Her noises were sweet torture to me. I was so turned on. I tried to lie as still as I could. I prayed they’d finish soon and eventually my erection would subside and maybe I’d be able to get some sleep?

I felt Gemma move next to me.

Shit. Was she awake? If yes, for how long? How much had she heard?

Gemma rolled over towards me.

Fuck. She was so close. I guessed she must still be asleep, but what if she shifted again and touched my cock? What if she woke up and found it pressing against her and she freaked out because she thought I was trying to touch her with it?

I lay still and closed my eyes tight and tried not to listen, but it was impossible. The woman next door was so loud and she sounded like she was coming again. It sounded so good. My dick was throbbing and driving me mad.

Then I froze. Shit. Gemma’s hand had just brushed against my leg.

Maybe I should get up and get out of bed? That would be safest. I should get clear of Gemma before she woke up and realised what was happening and it all went so badly wrong.

***

I was just about to start sliding out of the bed when it happened again, but this time Gemma’s hand touched my cock. I froze again in panic, but then her fingers wrapped tightly around it through my boxer shorts.

It took me a few seconds to react. I was confused, I didn’t understand what was happening, but then Gemma’s body was pressing against me as she squeezed my cock and I knew she was awake. I rolled to face her and we sought each other’s mouths in the dark and started to kiss.

Gemma’s lips were soft, her breath felt hot, her tongue snaked into my mouth. I pulled her against me and wrapped my arms around her. She sighed, then she was pulling at my underwear, dragging it down to my knees. I gasped as her fingers wrapped tightly around my cock and she started pulling at me.

Gemma moaned as we kissed. She sounded so turned on, she must have been awake the whole time, and the noises from next door must have had the same effect on her as they’d had on me. I tugged at her pyjama top and she helped me pull it off and over her head. Her breasts felt heavy and firm in my hands, she groaned as I rolled her nipples under my thumbs.

I heard the noises from next door grow louder, he sounded like he was getting there now, and the louder he groaned the more noise she made.

It was all so strange but so hot, listening to the noises next door as I kissed Gemma and she pulled at my dick.

I felt Gemma kicking her pyjama bottoms off and I pushed a hand between her legs and started rubbing her pussy though her knickers. Her hand on my cock and the feel of her breasts against my chest felt so good. She was making more noise, getting louder, and I was doing the same.

I pushed my hand into Gemma’s knickers and felt how wet she was. She started groaning louder as I traced a fingertip around her clit.

***

We pressed against each other hard as we kissed and groaned and listened and frantically touched each other. The man next door got louder and louder and then he was coming, and then she was coming again too, set-off again by his orgasm.

Gemma moved away from me and I felt her getting up onto her knees. I thought for an awful second she was getting out of the bed and leaving me, but then she sat across me and I felt her guide my cock against her pussy.

She rubbed my dick back and forth along herself, groaning, wetting me. She gasped as I entered her and I groaned as she slid down onto my cock until I was inside her all the way.

She held still for a second, then slowly started moving against me. She ground her hips and started rocking back and forth. She picked up speed and moved more and more. I reached up and held her breasts as she started to ride me.

As the noises from next door started to diminish, the noises in our room grew louder. Gemma started fucking me harder and faster until she was bouncing up and down on me and grinding her pussy against me hard.

I heard nothing but silence from next door now and I wondered if they were listening to us in turn. Gemma was getting louder and louder, and I realised I was moaning without reserve too. Gemma felt so good, her pussy was so warm and wet and tight around my cock. And her body was wonderful to the touch, her breasts felt heavy and smooth, her buttocks big and full in my hands.

The noises Gemma made were driving me wild. She was moaning and groaning above me like a porn star, and she was fucking me hard and fast. I was sure she was putting on a performance for the couple next-door, but it was having quite the effect on me too, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

I started bucking against Gemma each time she dropped onto me, forcing my cock in and out of her faster and harder. I was desperate to come, but I wanted her to get her there first.

I tried to fight it, I tried to hold back. I got louder and louder and fucked Gemma harder and faster. It felt so good, I couldn’t stop myself, but Gemma must have realised what was happening.

Just as I was about to reach the point of no return she raised up off me, my cock slipping out of her wetly. It was so dark I couldn’t see what she was doing. I’d been so close, and now I couldn’t feel where she was anymore, I could hear her moving above me, but I didn’t know what she was doing.

Then I felt a foot step to the side of my head, then another foot settled on the other side, and then Gemma sat herself down onto my face.

I buried myself in Gemma’s pussy and licked her in long, slow licks before I sought her clit with my tongue. She ground herself against me and groaned loudly as I licked her.

She took hold of my cock as I lapped at her cunt and slipped it into her mouth. She held me in there and gently sucked as I pushed my face and tongue into her pussy.

She kept me right on the verge of orgasm as licked her. My cock felt so good in her mouth, but it was torture, she barely moved, I was desperate to come but she made sure I didn't.

I licked and sucked at her clit as she rubbed herself against my face. She moaned and groaned around my cock in her mouth. Her hips moved faster and faster, her noises got louder and higher, she panted, she gasped, and then she was coming.

I felt Gemma’s whole body go rigid, and then she was writhing on my face as her orgasm ran through her. My cock felt out of her mouth as she moaned and yelled. I’d never heard someone come so loudly.

And then my cock was back in her mouth and she was sucking me frantically and pumping me in her fist as she groaned above me. I kept licking Gemma to keep her coming for as long as I could, but as my orgasm rose within me my face fell away from her cunt and then I groaned loud and I came. I shut my eyes tight as my orgasm burst inside me. Gemma kept sucking and pumping me as I erupted in her mouth.

As Gemma fell off me I couldn’t hear any noises from the room next door, but I was sure they must have been listening to us.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, Gemma resting her head on my chest.

***

I woke alone in bed though.

I took me a few seconds to realise where I was and remember what had happened last night. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.

I drifted in and out of sleep until Gemma eventually came out of the bathroom. She was fully dressed, wearing a smart trouser suit, and her hair was pulled up in a simple but professional looking style.

“I’m going to head down for breakfast so you can have the room to yourself as you get ready.” She said it matter-of-fact, one colleague talking to another. “Hurry up, or you’ll make us late.”

And then she was gone. Not a kiss on the cheek, or even a smile. I guess last night was already forgotten?