Adam paced around his room disbelieving what he had just done. Masturbating in a corridor outside a young woman's room - what had he been thinking! But despite his guilt he just could not forget the memory of the sweet murmurs he had heard that night. Lying awake in the middle of the night he would toss and turn, desperately attempting to block that sensual melody from his mind and find rest. Feverishly he would masturbate trying to appease the tension that had filled his body like an unstoppable force. Finally, one night he could bare it no more and again returned to the young woman's door. His heart leapt when again he could hear the woman's sounds of pleasure emerging from under the door. Carefully, he unzipped his trousers and began to stroke his long muscular cock following the same rhythm as his unwitting companion. His imagination flared and before his eyes he could visualise the woman's strong naked body engulfing, touching, consuming every single tender pore on his body. He imagined her full red lips devouring his tongue, sucking on it as if to find some potion of life. As he dreamed his dreams, his cock grew and grew until at full size it quivered before him like an assailant, his animal instinct trying to force him to crash through the door and take this woman's body for his own selfish pleasures.
He could feel the tension building up in his balls and the warm gut wrenching sensation of orgasm take him over in the harshest manner he had ever experienced. His entire lower body contracted in a seizure-like state and with a large gasp his cum shot out over his hands in a shower of chemical white. As he gasped he noticed that the sounds from the woman had suddenly ceased and that footsteps were approaching the door. Frozen with panic he stared at the door realising that he would finally confront the woman of his dreams with his hands and trousers covered in voyeuristic drenched semen. The thought seemed so terrible that with only an instant to spare, he leapt from outside her door and backed into the adjacent communal bathroom just as the handle turned and the door slowly opened. Through the hinges, Adam stared in terror as the young woman took two steps from her door dressed only in a loose fitted gown. She then remained still listening for what Adam felt like hours. Then with a shrug, she turned and for a split second Adam saw a glimpse of skin at the top of her thigh before the door finally closed and she was gone.
It was several nights before Adam again ventured downstairs to hear the woman's moans. He had been severely shaken by that night's events and at first had vowed never to try his game again. But, just as before, the memories and visions of the woman had tormented him and Adam soon realised that he could not but humour his new dark obsession.
Again, Adam silently crept downstairs to enjoy the one-way company of his female neighbour. As he approached the door he noticed with great surprise that a small shimmer of light was protruding from the door. After closer inspection, he realised that the light was due to the fact that a key, that had presumably been firmly in place on previous visits, was missing. With great trepidation he gently knelt down and brought his eye to the keyhole.
