My neighbour has a new boyfriend...

[Audio]

yeah of course please post it.

[Broggie]

Yay...come on great stuff....


Ray.

[sc0tt-uk]

Ok, so I haven't manage to get Rachel's solo debut upped yet, partly due to real life getting in the way, mainly due to it being one of the trickiest cleaning jobs I've had. There's a couple minutes worth of really subtle content that's magic to my ears, just need to figure out the best way to unmask the good stuff without all the wishy-washy noise reduction artifacts. I'm working on it peeps...

In the meantime, thought I'd check in with two new captures from the weekend just gone...

Friday night I was out of London, but it turns out Rachel and Chap were too as there's nothing of note on the usual recorder planted in the hallway disguised as post. Phew, we didn't miss anything.

Saturday night I got back late, but they got back even later. Must've been around 2AM when they rolled in, and man, Rachel was steaming drunk. I was absolutely 110% that I'd end up with a quality session from them that night as she was in extremely high spirits (literally). By 03:45AM I was having a minor quarter-life crisis as I suddenly realised that, in spite of me being the youngest person in the building that night and my chosen career path being the most "rock 'n' roll" on paper, I was the one laying alone on a sofa sleepily wishing that they'd stop having such a good time and get down to the shagging so I could get some shut-eye! The last thing I remember was seeing the clock turn to 4AM, with them still chatting and partying like the night was young.

Sunday morning found me similarly frustrated. I had an early start, and there were no signs of life from upstairs by the time I had to leave. Having forgotten to charge the recorder, I wasn't even able to attempt a hallway capture while I was out. Doom and gloom abides.

However, on Sunday night at around 6:30PM, Rachel and Chap arrived home. I'd just settled down to watch some tv, when I heard a slow rhythmic creaking right above my head. Half a minute of listening with my tv muted told me that there was some action in the lounge upstairs, which should in theory mean a crystal clear recording from my usual spot.

Here, we have proof that the theory was correct. They really need to do it in her lounge more often!

[sc0tt-uk]

Sunday night came and went, with no obvious signs of action. I was totally wiped out by the lack of sleep from the night before, so I turned in early and hoped for the best that I wouldn't be missing much.

Monday morning arrived, and there was no sign of their usual early morning session. Consoling myself that the one from the previous evening was a beauty, I started to get ready for the day. I had music on, and if it weren't for an unusually long gap between songs I probably wouldn't have heard Rachel start to moan.

From what I can gather, this was just supposed to be an emergency pre-work quicky that got out of hand, because she's having major trouble getting over the edge. There are points in this one where she sounds like she's losing her mind with frustration, and also points where I'd bet my boots we're hearing the efforts of a lady clamping down on her fella with every muscle she's got. Combine that with the best oral sounds we've heard from them in a while toward the end, and the hilariously geeky conversation when she eventually admits defeat, and this has become one of my favourites.

Enjoy perves...

[pbody2112]

Amazing series. I love the conversation at the end of the latest recording too

[LeStanf]

Thanks for the recommendation Scott. Unfortunately I've been going through a bit of a barren spell since my last posting (the drunk couple). However, I'm sure it'll end soon and I'll have some more material to post.

[LeStanf]

... I should add - I love your posts. Well done!

[sc0tt-uk]

Unfortunately I've been going through a bit of a barren spell since my last posting (the drunk couple).

Meh, happens to the best of us. Fingers crossed for ya here!

[cpower36]

amazing mate, truly amazing. I need a lie down.

[lifeonmars73d]

Hello Scott,
have not had the chance to listen yet, but will later tonight. Enjoyed reading your posts, which have become something of a "must read" recently. Well done.

Take care
M

[sc0tt-uk]

My plans for tonight just got unexpectedly canceled...

That does however mean I'm at home ready to record...

Having said that, Rachel is currently out, and I have no idea whether Chap is around this weekend...

Ears set to high alert...

Ok, enough of these wanky smilies...

[Audio]

crystal clear...its sounds as if you are in the room with them!

[audioman]

A fucking amazing series Scott! This ranks up there with some of the other crown jewels you've capped over the years, even the ever famous UKlasses files which short as they are are still the best girl/girl files I've ever heard, bar none. Add the story at the beginning, and what can be said.

Keep those recorders rolling!

Best regards,

The Audioman

So, I've mentioned a few times lately that I've been trying to find time to edit and clean up the raw files for a series. The bad news is, this still isn't it. The good news is, this is so insanely good that it's smashed its way straight through the stack of priorities. Here's some (rather lengthy) background:

I've lived in my current flat for over a year. The soundproofing is terrible, which I was quite excited about originally. Turns out that when there's nothing related to our little hobby to capture for a whole year and the most interesting activity you're overhearing is Mr Downstairs saying his prayers loudly at 6:30 AM, it becomes fucking annoying quicker than I could've imagined...

Anyway, throughout this time, the person living above me has been Rachel. That's not her real name of course, but it suits her. Rachel is a red-head in what I'd guess to be in her late 30's, perhaps early 40's at a push. She's fairly tall (somewhere around 5 ft 7-8), has a great figure (regular at the local gym), dresses feminine but super snappy when she leaves for work, but has been known to take out the bins (or trash for the Americans among us) in just her dressing gown at times of day when even slobs like me are dressed at the weekends. Mrs Sc0tt-UK met her on one such occasion and came back proclaiming "for Christ's sake, she even managed to look great hungover in her PJ's, how does the woman do it!"

In spite of being attractive and seeming easily approachable whenever we meet in the hall, Rachel leads a solitary life. Occasionally in the first few months I was here she'd have a guest arrive late, but thanks to one of those pleasant neighbourly hellos in the hall I discovered it to be her brother who was staying on her sofa each time he visited London for some sort of course. "FUCK IT", said I.

That should set the scene for you well enough. This place is hella frustrating...

Two days ago, everything changed...

Last Saturday was an insanely late night for me. I got home at gone 7 on Sunday morning, and crashed out immediately. A couple of hours later I got woken up by a sound that at first I thought was some sort of bird outside my window, perhaps a pigeon. It dimly registered that something wasn't quite right, but I'm fairly dim at the best of times, and 3 hours sleep is not what I'd call the best of times. After wishing death upon all winged things, I got up to fetch a drink, and decided there must be a pigeon stuck in the chimney because I could still hear it, along with some odd clattering and banging. I must've stood there for over a minute, drinking my drink and wondering what to do about it before my brain came off standby and realised with a jolt that unless that pigeon had great rhythm and a squeaky wing, I'd hopelessly misread the situation.

Grabbing my recorder, I slipped it into the hall and headed back into my flat to see if I could listen there in safety. It was only at that point, standing there barefoot that I noticed an irritating draft coming through a gap under my front door which, like everything else in this place is pretty badly fitted. I figured that there was a chance whoever was getting lucky would have been blessed by the same builder, and headed into the hall to track down the source. Low and behold, it was coming from Rachel's flat, and they were in full swing by the time I'd picked my way across the annoyingly creaky floorboards and snuck up some even creakier stairs. I wedged my recorder in at the base of her door, and after some thought, scarpered back to my flat to get dressed and try to collect some sort of prop that could explain my presence upstairs to anyone who might unexpectedly exit the other flat on that floor. Having drawn a total blank on coming up with an alibi, I decided to wait it out and see what the recorder got, so for the next 10 minutes I waited, praying to a God I don't believe in that nobody would get home or decide to pop out before they were done. Ten minutes later, maybe a touch longer, the activity upstairs seemed to cool down and I made a dash to retrieve the recorder. I couldn't believe the detail it had picked up. If her flat is laid out anything like mine, there's a direct line of site between the front door and bedroom door, which had to have been open to explain this level of clarity. The material was pure gold! But, the story doesn't end there...

What you're about to hear isn't that recording, because like a total fool I accidentally deleted that one as I was clearing space on the recorder in case there was more action. After half an hour tinkering with disk recovery software, I accepted that I'd lost it and went back to bed in a totally foul mood. What an idiot!

So later that day, must've been around 5 PM, I woke up and started packing up my stuff for a few days out of London. Just as I was about to leave, a pigeony sound caught my attention. I dropped what I was doing, grabbed the recorder and was almost foiled again because the disk recovery software seemed to have left it's memory card in a mess that it wouldn't record onto. Fumbling through a bunch of unfamiliar menus, I managed to switch it to internal memory and head out into the hall to try and make a mends for my blunder. In my haste to get to the action, I forgot how creaky those damn stairs are, and one of them made a thud sound that seemed loud enough to wake the dead to me! Even more alarmingly, as I got to Rachel's front door, the action seem to stop, and I could've sworn I heard the word "interruption" as part of what she said. Normally I'd have been out of there like a shot, but still thoroughly pissed off over the loss of the earlier recording, I decided to wait it out. Whatever that interruption was, it can't have been the sound of me approaching, because they got back down to business without hesitation.

So, other than some quick and brutal treatment to reduce traffic rumble from outside and some bloody annoying buzz from the lights inside that were masking details, this is the raw unedited 28 minutes of action that caused me to miss my train out of London. Even though the action is nowhere near as clear when you're just standing outside her door and listening at head height, I could tell just enough to know that this would be a keeper and couldn't leave this one until I was sure they were done. I've split the file into 3 parts. The first is mainly fucking, the second is mainly oral (check out the detail), and the third has a mixture with orgasms for them both close to the end. It's cut into equal length parts rather than neatly framing each section, because once again I'm back late and desperately need to sleep, but I'm sure you guys can live with that. There is a point at around 2:45 in the last part where I pick up the recorder and start to retreat, but keep listening because it turned out there was plenty more to be heard. For posterity's sake, I've even left in the exclamation of triumph that burst from me when I was safely back in my flat. Though you wont' be able to tell from the audio, you might want to know that it was accompanied by a grin worthy of the joker and what can only be described as my "happy happy dance".

Enjoy people. Here's hoping that this is the end of my longest ever dry spell. Turns out that Rachel is quite a catch, seems to know what she likes, and sounds absolutely nothing like what I would've expected. He's one lucky chap, whoever he is!

[sc0tt-uk]

Another weekend, another quick update.

It appears that Rachel has some friends staying (a couple that I'd guess to be in their early 30's). Haven't gotten a good look at them yet, but the lady half sounds like she's from Liverpool.

I'm not sure what the setup is. They let themselves into the building earlier, so they definitely have keys, but whether they've got the flat to themselves for the weekend or Rachel will be coming home later is anybody's guess. Can't imagine there being much action if they're not left to their own devices, but the recorder is at the ready just in case. At the moment, they seem to be just hanging out in her lounge.

And so we wait...

[12rudeboy34]

Thanks for the great posts! Good look with the new couple, cant wait