After a few months of living in the defence barracks, it was time to leave and rent an apartment, provided it was thirty minutes from the base.
It would be an excellent chance to rent with civilians as spending too much time around defence personnel was not a good idea. So I responded to several advertisements in the local papers. It was exciting to have a few everyday non-military things around me. Being interviewed for several apartments, but the availability, proximity and affordability took a lot of work. So I decided to find somewhere where I could share an apartment.
I inspected a couple of apartments, and finding someone I could live with and tidy around the apartment was again challenging. Finally, I met two girls interested in having a guy live with them. They said it would provide an improved level of security and someone to do the heavy lifting. They were sexy girls; the older one was a tall curly hair brunette with a great figure and C-Cup breasts. She worked as a Bank Manager and a very classy dresser.
The apartment was on the ground floor with easy access to a nearby park, and I had a great view from my bedroom into the garden. I purchased a queen bed, bedside tables, desk, and chair and moved in the following weekend. The first night we had dinner together, and I cooked roast chicken and vegetables to the admiration of my flatmates. They invited their respective boyfriends, and we had a few wines and laughs.
They were curious that I didn't have a girlfriend, and I explained my job didn't allow for a relationship at this stage. However, I did not want to share that I was having occasional sex with a work colleague's wife.
Later that night, I woke to unusual sounds, and after a few minutes realised I could hear a couple having sex. So I lay there and enjoyed the sounds, trying to figure out which couple was going for it. As I listened, I lay on my back and stroked my erection. She was enjoying herself with several orgasms and talking dirty. I heard him grunt, and the bed mattress squeaked as the noises subsided, so I lay there and worked towards my orgasm. As I lay there, I heard footsteps, and the bank manager, who I will call Karen, came past my open door naked on her way to the bathroom. As she did, she stopped at my doorway, and I could see she was watching. The ambient light was enough for her to make out what I was doing. I decided playing like I was asleep was a good idea, and she moved away. I thought to myself. Not a great way to start, being caught by one of the girls having a wank after listening to her getting laid.
Over the next few weeks, I rarely saw the girls, and I learned the other girl was heading to America. So Karen and I shared the apartment between us. During that time, I had also grown used to her noisy passionate lovemaking in the middle of the night. Nevertheless, when we were together, we got along well.
Our friendship changed one afternoon when I came home from work early. It was early afternoon. I checked the back garden area as I went to our apartment. Walking past Karen's bedroom window, I noticed movement in the room. I initially thought someone had broken into our apartment. However, as I approached the window, I saw Karen naked and riding someone on the bed. I started to turn away discretely when I realised it was the other girl's boyfriend. I was shocked, aroused, curious, and torn about whether to stay and watch or return to work. Finally, I decided the best thing I could do was enter the apartment as if I never knew what was happening.