Listening To My Roommate Fuck Her Tinder Date

The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over the small studio apartment. Lying on her bed, Ava couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as the familiar sounds of passion drifted through the thin walls. Her roommate, Emma, was once again entertaining a Tinder date, and the walls of their shared space had become paper-thin, allowing Ava to be an unwilling yet intrigued voyeur.

Ava threw a glance at the clock on her bedside table – it was already past midnight. Despite the late hour, she found it impossible to sleep, with Emma’s moans and the rhythmical creaking of her bed keeping her wide awake. With a sigh, she turned onto her back, her hand absently brushing against her nightgown as she tried to ignore the growing warmth between her legs.

Emma was known for her frequent Tinder dates, and Ava had grown used to the symphony of sounds that often accompanied her roommate’s evenings. The creaking of the bed, the moans, the gentle slap of skin against skin… Tonight, however, seemed louder, more intense than usual. As if drawn by an unseen magnet, Ava found herself listening more intently, her breath catching in her throat as the sounds seemed to echo inside her mind.

She couldn’t help but imagine what was happening on the other side of the wall. Was Emma lying on her back, her legs wrapped around her date’s waist as he thrust into her? Or was she on top, riding her lover with wanton abandon? The mental images themselves were enough to make Ava’s cheeks flush and her pulse quicken.

With a audible sigh, Ava’s hand slid down her body, slipping underneath the hem of her nightgown. Her fingers brushed against the soft hair at the apex of her thighs before delving lower, parting her folds and finding her already slick entrance. She bit back a moan as she began to stroke herself, her fingers working in tandem with the rhythm of Emma’s bed.

Ava’s mind raced with forbidden thoughts, picturing herself in Emma’s place. She imagined her roommate’s date was a tall, dark stranger with a body honed from years of athletic activity. In her imagination, his hands were rough and demanding as they roamed over Emma’s delicate body, teasing and tormenting her until she was writhing beneath him in a fevered pitch of passion.

The mental images were more than enough to send Ava over the edge. Her body tensed as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her fingers moving furiously over her sensitive nub. She bit back a cry of ecstasy, not wanting to alert Emma or her date to her activities. As she came down from her high, she felt a surge of guilt wash over her. Had she really just climaxed to thoughts of her roommate and her lover?

With a sigh, Ava pulled her hand from beneath her nightgown and wiped her fingers on her sheets, the evidence of her forbidden pleasure still wet and slick against her skin. She knew she should feel ashamed of what she had done, but instead, she felt a perverse sense of excitement. Maybe some morning she would be more brave and maybe watch Emma and her lover in real action… maybe she would even join them.