The walls were painfully thin. Max had learned that the first week when he'd moved in to the old apartment complex in midtown. Sure it wasn't exactly luxurious, but they were in a decent part of town and more importantly they were affordable. Max still had a lot of student loans to pay off. The only downside? You could hear almost everything that happened in your neighbor's place.

Max knew Clara's name before he ever met the woman, he'd heard her name shouted by a man who Max assumed was her boyfriend when they argued. And they argued a lot. The only thing louder than their arguments were when they'd make up an hour or so later. At first, he felt awkward and embarrassed hearing this woman he'd never met moan and call like a cat in heat, but he couldn't help himself. Hearing sex so close and so loud, it was almost intimate in a primal way. He started to fantasize about his neighbor, and when they made love in their bedroom, Max would sometimes pleasure himself. It didn't happen often, it felt weird. But then, Max had been single since leaving college and, well, sometimes you just needed to jerk off. They worked different hours, Max 9-5, Clara left sometime in the afternoons and came back in the early mornings. The man, Max heard her call him Brian, only came on the weekends, usually drunk from what he heard through the walls. This went on for awhile as weeks bled into months, two neighbors living so close but never meeting.

Before anyone really noticed, winter had faded and spring had sprung. Finally, it was warm enough for Max to start running outside again. As March came on, and the mornings weren't pitch black, Max started running before work. This particular morning was a bit of an effort to roll out of bed. The neighbors had had a particularly loud fight last night and Max had not heard the normal sound of them making amends. Instead, someone had slammed the door at 11PM and not returned.

Still, Max had his own concerns as he pulled a dark grey hoodie over his tangle of dark brown hair and pulled shorts on. He was tall and thin, but fit. His morning runs and push up routine kept him toned without really gaining bulk. He rubbed the sleep from his light blue eyes before leaning over to lace up his red running shoes. Dressed enough to run as the sun rose and stretched as much as he could, Max left his apartment, locking the door behind him.

He turned to head down the stairs, when he noticed a stranger sitting on the cold concrete, watching the grey light turn pink and orange. The stranger looked tired and a bit of a mess, but she looked absolutely beautiful to Max. He took an earbud out of one ear as he approached her from behind. “Hey,” he said, smiling down at her as he walked towards the stairs, “I'm Max, I don't think we've met. Do you live here?”

The woman looked up, she'd obviously been crying but her tears had dried. She looked up at him, almost smiling. “Yeah, I think we're neighbors. I'm Clara.” she said, holding out her hand.

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Thanks for reading my long prompt to the end! I'm hoping for a partner who wants to play a woman whose life is kind of a mess, but falls for her neighbor who’s fairly straight laced. Maybe a party girl/bad girl meets the nice guy scene? We could incorporate a cheating element to this as well if you're interested. Let me know your ideas for scenes and characters, feel free to change anything you like!

Kinks: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Romance, Details

Limits: Bathroom, Gore during sex