So many, many new things I’m learning here.
“Oh, Sport, this is so funny, you’re experiencing all these things for the first time. I’ll bet you never knew there was some much to sex, huh?”
“I never knew that could happen. Wow!”
With my morning sex class over, it’s time to put our clothes on and get started on the painting. We begin spreading out the painter’s sheets over the floor and I notice one of them has a nice sized wet-spot. I jokingly point it out to Renee, “Hmmm, I wonder how that got there?”
“I don’t know,” she laughs, “What’s it smell like?”
“I think I’ll pass on that…”
I go to crank up the music and she remembers, “Oh wait, we can’t get too loud in this unit. This is the oldest building in the complex, for some reason the walls here are super thin and sound travels. Dad only rents these apartments in Building #1 to elderly, quieter people.”
Hmmm… Maybe that thumping on the wall earlier was not my imagination…
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Around noon we take a break from the painting and go right at it again on the floor in the empty living room. We start off with the missionary position and I give myself minor rug burns on my knees.
Switching to doggy-style for a while, we then finish with me flat on my back with Renee straddling me in ride-‘em-cowboy style; at which time she gives herself minor rug burns on her knees. She was right, I did last a lot longer this time. We didn’t exactly cum at the same time, but close.
Once again, our romp is peppered with many of her loud moans and very loud, “Fuck me harder’s”, “Oh yessss!’s” and cannot forget my favorite, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh My GOD!” I don’t think she realizes how vocally loud she gets during sex.
This apartment is beyond stifling and we are both pouring sweat. “Let’s go find some place cooler to get lunch today, Sport. My treat, okay? What sounds good to you?”
Jokingly, I say, “Well, crab legs are my favorite.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, “Wow! You’re a guy with expensive tastes!” she laughs.
“Burgers or tacos are fine…”
We get dressed and let ourselves out into the hallway. At the same time, an elderly couple who live in the apartment next door, are also coming out into the hall. Renee smiles and waves, “Oh, Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Kransen! How are you today?”
They both scowl at us with those dis-approving, heavy eyebrows that old people are so good at making. Mrs. Kransen is not too happy and scolds at us, “Hrumpfff. We heard everything and know exactly what you two were doing in there. You kids should be ashamed of yourselves!”
I look at Renee and she looks at me. Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh, I repeatedly tell myself.
Mr. Kransen takes his turn to instruct us that, “In our day we practiced what was known as a little decorum. The whole world need not hear what married people do in private.”
We both look down, trying so hard not to crack up and laugh right out loud.
Renee meekly offers, “We’re sorry, we-”
“Well, you darn well should be!” Mrs. Kransen snaps at us. “Come on Frederick, since they are leaving, we can go back inside and eat our lunch in peace and quiet.” With that, they go back into their unit, slam the door and leave us in the hallway… snickering.
Renee and I quickly need to get outside of the building so we can burst out laughing.