Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys,
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - I rented my basement apartment to a young woman who, from what I later heard, was watching the adult channels on the cable we shared. I could hear her masturbating to it and soon we were both doing it at the same time but in our own quarters. That is, until she invited me to join her.
At the end of the divorce proceedings, I ended up with the house which, at least, saved me from having to move. But we went our separate ways and, after six rather rancorous years, that was a relief.
There was only one thing I missed about my former wife, that was her sex drive. She was the horniest woman I'd ever known, so I went from sex every day, even if we were pissed at each other, to, well ... none, nada, zip. Oh, unless I provided it myself.
Sure, I did some of the bar and club stuff but that never seemed satisfactory and even the dating websites didn't seem to be that great. Maybe I wasn't working them right, I don't know.
But, I did keep myself busy for several years after we split by converting the basement into a rental, even with it's own back entrance. There was one from inside the house, of course, it had been, after all, the basement but I got it pretty much completed even with a bathroom with a shower.
Then I set out to find a tenant and thought before I post it on that famous 'List' everyone uses, I'd post it on the bulletin board at the grocery store I frequented.
The reason for converting the basement was twofold: some extra income and, well, I'd planned on trying to work it so I rented to a single woman, someone who might work out to be a 'tenant with benefits.' I'm sure you understand.
The posting brought me three calls the first weekend it was up. The first two were both guys and I showed them through asking each about drinking, problems with the police, drug use, basically trying to come across as a hard-ass landlord.
The third caller was a woman, Amy Landis, and after she asked a few questions, she wanted to come look it over. She said she could be here in about thirty minutes, so I told her to come on.
Well, the upshot was that the price was right, the apartment was convenient to her work, clean and new and I'd rolled in the utilities with the monthly rental, including cable which I could split off my own so it really didn't cost me anything extra. That clenched the deal on her part.
For my part, well, she was maybe twenty-five to thirty and very pretty with short blond hair and a very nice body. She was a little young, after all, I was forty-two, but, hey, she looked great.
She especially liked the location and the way I'd done the remodeling, I'm a bit of a perfectionist and she saw the quality of the work I'd done. She also like the secluded back yard as well.
She told me she had been temporarily staying with a girlfriend after moving out of her former boyfriend's house and she signed a year's lease that day. The next weekend a truck came and she moved in.
I did see her at times but it was always briefly until one Saturday afternoon, she was sunning herself out back. I had taken my kitchen trash out after I'd seen her from the kitchen window, that gave me an excuse to see her up close in the bright pink bikini.
"Hi, Amy, nice day, huh? Looks like you're enjoying it."
"Oh, not for much longer, I tend to get too dark if I tan too much."
"Well, you look fine to me," I said, not wanting to be too forward. But I also was admiring what I saw.
"I was wondering if you'd like to come up for supper later. I'm doing a steak and baked potatoes and a salad, typical guy food, if that's all right?"
"Oh, that's very nice, Lew, um, but I'm kind of just not quite ready for men-friends yet," and that was that. We chatted for a few minutes more as I took in her lovely body and I went up and jacked-off. It was looking like that would continue to be the sex I enjoyed.
At least I had my computer and I had all the adult channels on my cable system. So, I could take care of my urges as I watched porn online or on the TV.
I tried to keep pretty quiet because there wasn't any insulation between the first floor and the ceiling of Amy's apartment, just empty space mostly and I knew she also tried to be a good tenant.
But, one Friday night after I'd turned off the TV, I heard what sounded like television and as I listened, there wasn't a lot of dialogue other than grunts and moans. I know enough to have a pretty good idea what Amy might have been watching, so I turned the set back on, keeping the sound volume low until I could match what I saw on my TV with what I heard from hers.
As I cycled through the adult offerings, there it was, a scene with two women pleasuring themselves out by a swimming pool. But, with the sound low, I could tell that some of the moans were not scripted, some were coming from downstairs. Amy was masturbating while watching the girls on the television.
Well, I lost no time in pulling my pants and briefs off and joining my new tenant in some vigorous self-pleasure.
I had the set muted so I could hear Amy and she was groaning and being fairly quiet about it but I think she probably thought I was already upstairs in bed, two floors away from her masturbating. I heard her climax, even though she tried to keep it muffled, and thought that she was through.
But, she kept going, I kept hearing her own groans and moans so I carefully got up, trying not to squeak any floorboards, and got to the basement door which I eased open a bit so I could hear her better.
"Uuh, mmm, oh, yes, yes," I heard from below.
As I crouched there, I stroked myself and ended up ejaculating just about when Amy had her next, and final, orgasm. I don't know about her but mine was terrific, she provided just the right added spice.
The whole experience left me horny all the next day as it kept reentering my mind and when I got home, I went up to change. The sun was still bright so, hoping that Amy might be sunning herself out back, I slid open the door and stepped out on the deck overlooking the backyard.
Yes, there she was, laying on a blanket, wearing a brief bikini. We made a bit of smalltalk about the weather and such and I came back in hatching a little plot for later.
Around ten or so, I muted the television and listened by the basement door. I did see light under the door, so I went and turned up the volume on the same channel she'd been watching, making it loud enough so I was pretty sure she could hear it.
I stripped down and got my bottle of lube and began watching the action between two guys and a gal with each of them plugging one end of her. I started adding some of my own sounds as well, giving some moans and groans to add to the video's.
After a few minutes, I quietly moved to the stairwell and could begin hearing some sounds from downstairs as well.
I leaned in closer and could hear her soft moans along with a muffled buzzing sound that I just knew had to be a vibrator.
I was now making a pretty good amount of noise, she had to know what I was doing, there was just no way she couldn't. Soon, I could hear that there was no sound from downstairs except for her own masturbating, it seemed that she had the sound muted and was now listening just to me.
I kept my orgasm under control, backing off each time I got close, I had to do that over and over but I was certainly no longer quiet, she knew and heard everything I was now doing and I wanted it to last as long as I could make it.
I heard her have at least three orgasms, maybe even four. This was a very sexed-up woman, that was for sure.
She now knew I was masturbating to one of the adult channels and, of course, I knew she was as well. What I didn't know for certain was whether she knew I was listening to her.
When I finally allowed my orgasm happen, I let it be known with loud groans and rocking back and forth on the floor making creaking noises she must have heard. After, I leaned up against the wall and listened to her, still going, having one last climax, a really loud one that I felt sure she meant for me to hear.
The next morning, Saturday, I got up and had breakfast, then shaved and showered and went out to do my weekly grocery shopping and errands.
When I got back, I looked out from the deck and there she was basking in the sun in a bikini I hadn't seen before.
I made a little noise and she sat up and looked up and said, "Good morning, Lew, how are you today?"
"Fine, Amy, nice sun, huh?"
"Oh, wonderful. So, how was your evening last night?"
I really wasn't expecting her to bring up any mention of that but when she did, I replied, "Oh, beautiful, really nice, how was yours?"
"Oh, quite lovely, I hope to have many more just like it."
"Well, enjoy the sun," I told her and went in and gathered up my laundry to do.
That evening, around ten, I tuned in an adult channel showing a foursome, two men, two women, and stripped naked to enjoy it. I did just what I did the night before, making sure she could hear both the movie and my masturbating and soon I could hear her as well.
She seemed to be able to have three, often four, orgasms in a row, it's so lucky how women can do that, and I always tried to hold back until she seemed close to her third.
This went on basically every night of the week with us both masturbating together but apart from one another.