The bathrooms were in the basement, accessed by elevators four floors down, where all the noise was filtered out, and all the sounds of pleasure kept ...uffled and subdued.Jones'ey waisted no time once the doors had shut and we decended to his wash place. Cupping my buttock he pulled me to him and stuck his nose into my crotch, sniffing-in in one prolonged deep intake, he savoured on the odours eminating from the privacy of my linen encased vagina, and as I looked down a shade shocked at his. Here on base, we live in duplexes and because of that I hear my neighbors at night making love, and they are very loud. Shirley is a screamer and every time that they do it, it makes me think of sex and that Peter must never go soft. I have timed him many nights and he has gone for almost forty minutes time and time again.Now that has an effect on a hot blooded woman like myself; I always lay there and play with myself as I listen in on their wild love making. I admit it; I time my orgasms with. I was still awake exhausted from repeated journeys up both their happy pussies and their glorious rear doors. I could see the evidence of our physical coupling between their lovely legs and allowed my fingers to roam along their tempting curves with lingering desire.I rose naked from the bed to cross to the door because a low knock drew my attention. It turned out to be a young Hispanic maid inquiring when she should come back to clean the room. I held a towel over my privates but saw her. She was undoubtedly interesting.“I’ll go,” I said to a room that echoed like an empty cathedral.It turned out the wasteland was Newcastle, a city in the north east of England famous for being ugly and having women who wear wispy, thigh length dresses and skimpy high heels when they go out. The city is prettier than they say, but the girls really do dress like that, even during the eight months a year when freezing Arctic winds blow in from the North Sea.I won’t bore you with a description of.