The Sounds of My Neighbor's Pleasure

Hello, people! I've been MIA for the past few months... some random personal issues and an out-of-state relocation with mishaps that made it more difficult than it needed to be... but I'm back now. Two months ago, when I moved into this place, I knew it needed some cleaning. After an entire evening of scrubbing and vacuuming, I collapsed exhausted onto my sleeping bag (no, the bed wasn't there yet, and wouldn't be for another 2 weeks b/c the stupid moving company messed up). I started to stroke my freshly-showered body like I do every night. As usual, I began a pussy rub, drawing my knees up and apart. I took my time with myself and avoided any hard or fast rubbing. I wanted to let the orgasm come to me instead of striving for it. I circled my clitoris with slow, relaxing motions using my right hand and pulled and pressed my labia with the fingers of my left hand. I knew my long and luxurious session would come to its satisfying conclusion when my legs straightened. A few seconds later, I felt a warm flush in my face, chest, and neck, and then let out some long, joyful groans. Satiated, I drew the sheet up to my neck. I spend a few minutes post-climax relaxing. As I started to drift off into a peaceful slumber, I heard the unmistakable cries of a woman enjoying her orgasm. All of a sudden, I was wide awake. How mortifying! That was my upstairs neighbor! If I could hear her, she must have heard me! But after the embarassment faded, I was intrigued. She was aroused by my arousal, and I was aroused by hers. The next night, I spent more time than usual stroking my body. I wondered if my neighbor would have an orgasm again this night, and the thought that she might make me crazy with anticipation. I stroked my thighs, breasts, and stomach, veering dangerously close to my pussy but drawing back every time. I wondered if I could wait for my neighbor to have her orgasm first or even if she would have one at all while my pussy dripped and pleaded for attention. At last, tired of waiting, I went for my pussy. My clit was hard and pointy from all the teasing, and I sighed with relief as I gave it what it needed. After a few minutes of massaging my clit, I heard her. This time, it was loud... really loud. She must have wanted me to hear that. Her orgasm sent me into a frenzy, and before I knew it, I was rubbing my clit furiously, tensing my legs in quick, jerky movements, and exploding in a loud orgasm of my own. I've haven't met my neighbor, yet. Perhaps I've seen her by the front door going in or coming out or checking her mail, but I don't know which one of the women I've seen so far--and it's a big apartment building--is her. I really don't want to know because it will probably spoil the fantasy. I like to imagine that she is really hot with a small, delicate body and perky breasts. I wonder if she uses only her fingers to masturbate or if she uses any toys. Many times, when I'm masturbating now, I imagine her doing it, too, just eight feet away from me. I think about that smooth body spread out on her bed and writhing in pleasure while she tends to her pussy. She probably gets really wet. Some nights she rewards me with an audible orgasm, and it's extra special when she has multiple orgasms. I like letting her hear me, too, and I wonder if she is wondering the same things about me.