Rick lay, peering into the impenetrable mist. His body covered with sweat froze, as if afraid to disturb that interweaving of sounds with an awkward movement, which prevented him from falling asleep that night. Turning to his ear with all his being, he greedily caught every sweep, every breath and creak, every echo of an obscure whisper.

Rick knew what caused these sounds. Behind a thin wall, surrounded by the aura of sobs and groans, two were making love.

Rick's hands silently crawled down and closed on the already excited cock, trembling with desire.

The sounds were becoming clearer, the sighs of the woman were no longer muffled by the male growl, she began to scream impetuously, sometimes crying hysterically. the man increased his tempo, his breathing quickened, and soon the series of sounds became continuous, one, not having had time to die, was replaced by another.

Rick's hand moved, adjusting to their rhythm. He imagined the woman’s slender legs wrapping around her lover’s body, her hair scattering, sweat droplets on her high forehead, bright long nails digging into his back and shoulders, half-open mouth, eagerly catching the air ...

Rick felt the approach of an orgasm. He no longer saw this ghostly wall and did not realize the difference between himself and what was happening there. A warm fountain rose into the darkness, and a bright flash for a moment blinded Rick. Moisture shone in particles of light, which came from no one knows where, flowing down his hands on his hips. He was unable to move, and only one of the senses was still subject to him - hearing. The sounds behind the wall subsided, losing power, just as her weary couple was losing it. No screams were heard, no moans, only the gentle purring of a falling asleep woman could still be heard from behind the wall. A minute later, and Rick fell into the gaping abyss of sleep ...

When he woke up, the sun flooded the room. For the first time in weeks, Rick felt so light and good. Standing under the shower, he washed off the heat of the previous night. When Rick touched a member, he felt his elastic hardness, despite his complete satisfaction. Rick remembered the creaking of the bed, the sighing and the groans behind the wall and instinctively squeezed the phallus with his hand. Only slightly disturbing the memories, Rick again felt a surge of desire. The phallus was increasing in his hands, which were squeezing him with ever-increasing speed, exposing the head and again pulling on her thin skin. Not a minute passed, like a jet of sperm mixed with a stream of water whipping at Rick.

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The case, which caused Rick to become extremely addicted to listening to the sounds generated by the heat of bed Passion, and being excited at that, occurred ten years ago, when Rick was eighteen. He and Bobi, a friend of children's games and youthful adventures, decided to spend their first holiday away from their parents' home and to the nausea of ​​familiar faces.

The coast of Greece - what else two eighteen-year-old guys could dream of! Wonderful view of the emerald-blue sea with a broken feature of distant mountains covered with mist, smiling young ladies looking still fresh from the droplets of sea water on tanned bodies that are only slightly covered with narrow stripes of bikini, exotic fruits and cheap wine - in general, everything to relax and how to relax.

The room in a small hotel fully met the simple demands of friends. The whole atmosphere was made up of two beds located at opposite walls, a small table and an old, plush armchair like the world. A glass door led to a balcony that stretched along the entire length of the building. Both Rick and Bob immediately rated this as an advantage, not a disadvantage.

They often talked about sex and women, but somehow not seriously, half in jest. Rick, to his surprise, noticed that Bob is quite knowledgeable in such matters.He himself, although he considered himself very sexual, still did not dare to try his masculine power in real circumstances. Bob was more experienced and therefore more decisive, from the very first day he was spending time wriggling with the girls - he drank wine with a pretty girl in a secluded corner, then persuaded the other to swim with him alone away from the bathers frolicking in the shallows. Every day they spent less and less time together. It’s not to say that Rick didn’t feel the excitement that had completely captured Bob in those days, but he preferred to keep it to himself, not showing a desire to slap on the ass walking an appetizing goat. His days were drab enough gray, and when Bob told him that he had found the likable cutie, Rick felt envious. Plus, it turned out that Liz, as Bob’s passion was called, lives in the next room. One day, Bob, whistling cheerfully, entered the room and told Rick: “You can invite some birdie to visit you tonight. Neighbor Liz is leaving for a couple of days, and I'm going to have a nice night's rest. ”

Rick smiled knowingly, hiding his frustration. He spent the evening alone, walking along the shore and pumping alcohol in the bar. Vague desires fettered Rick's body, subordinating the brain of one thought ...

The sounds of music came from the dance floor, where in the darkness someone's hands were studying each other, skirts lifted and jackets were unbuttoned. Without stopping, Rick passed by and went up to his room.

The room was unbearable heat. He opened the balcony door to let the cool night breeze refresh the stifling air. Rick threw off all his clothes and settled himself in a chair with a bottle of cheap wine. His body burned, caressed by the generous southern sun, and the soft breeze pleasantly cooled the heat of the day.

Somewhere next door slammed. Bob and Liz returned from the dance, Rick realized, because almost immediately behind a thin partition, which could only be called a wall, there was a male voice. On the balcony floor lay a spot of light. Shadow - it was undoubtedly Bob, slowly took off her shirt and threw it into a corner of the room. Rick could make out the clink of glasses and quiet conversation. Soon everything was quiet, and Rick decided to go to bed. His bed was against the wall that separated their room from Liz’s room. Rick closed his eyes, but could not sleep, the stuffiness was intolerable. He got up and went to the shower. There was no water. Rick sat up on the bed, clutching his head.

And then he heard the sounds. Strange, unfamiliar and deep moans. Rick is numb, listening. Liz’s shy voice whispered in silence: “Oh, no, no!” Soon, these sobs were replaced by a hot “Yes!” Then Bob’s voice came out: “So?” Liz almost cried, and through moans broke out: “Yes, please do not stop! Sounds mixed up. Bob's breathing blew in with Liz's sighs, and it was all heard so distinctly as if Rick were sitting at the head of their bed. His body went cramp. Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, there was complete silence. Rick pressed his ear to the wall. Nothing He silently crept to the balcony door. A square of light from the room Liz lit up a gravelly walkway. Brick gently opened the door and looked around. The hotel was buried in the dark. With a sinking heart, he took a step to the balcony. Another couple of inaudible steps - and he is on target. Rick looked timidly into the room.

He did not think at all that he could be seen. Rick said to himself: “Just one quick glance, and immediately back.” But the picture he witnessed made Ric literally grow into place. Not able to move, Rick quietly, like a mouse, stood at the balcony door of Liz.

Bob, completely naked, lay on the bed, legs apart. His head was lying on a pillow, his mouth was parted, and from time to time a quiet sigh escaped from him. Liz perched between his thighs. Rick did not immediately understand what was happening.

Her back, covered with a bronze tan, with thin lines of snow-white bikini tracks, was gracefully curved, her thighs shuddered, her head lifted up and then down, slowly but measuredly.Short brown hair with sun-burnt ends lay on Bob's thighs, trembling to the beat of Liz's movements.

Bob held out his hand and laid it on her head. Liz got up, and Rick saw Bob's dick, wet from the caress of Liz, who was now rising ...