The Girl Upstairs
She placed her curling iron on the sink and took off her teddy, letting it drop to the floor.
She caressed herself, starting with her bust and then her tummy. She quivered to the sudden sensation of her fingers running at the very areas of her body. Annabel was imagining her downstairs neighbor touching her from all over; such a wonderful dream.
Once she felt aroused, her nipples began to feel very sensitive to her touch. She was beginning to moisten down below and the need for self-exploration was a must step for her to take.
Meanwhile, Carl was standing in the bathroom, shaving in front of his mirror. He overheard some strange noises about a woman moaning upstairs.
At first, he thought it was his DVR player playing the movie too loud, but he remembered that he set the movie on pause. He listened closely and realized it was his upstairs neighbor, Annabel, moaning in the background.
"What the hell?" he said to himself as he listened carefully to the beautiful sounds of her gasps and moans. Such an amazement to him, he can hear everything going on in the bathroom.
Tune in to my next upcoming book in the making: The Girl Upstairs. by Your's Truly, Ray Sostre