The peaceful, quiet atmosphere of Jack’s office, as he worked late into the evening, was broken by an indistinct sound. It caught his attention and piqued his curiosity. What was it? Was it something that required his attention?

Jack was an engineer who had just bought the building three months ago to act as a temporary home for his offices. After turning forty years old, he decided he needed to leave the security of the engineering and design firm that he had been working for and branch out on his own. It was time.

Jack set to work on designing his new offices, but it would be some time before they were complete. He needed somewhere to set up temporarily where he could bring on some staff to help with his quickly growing business.

As a temporary measure, he bought an historic home in the downtown core that had been converted into office space. When he finally moved to his new building, Jack looked forward to restoring the old home to its former glory, full of character and charm. The building was actually a funeral home at one point, and was rumoured to be haunted. That didn’t scare Jack.

In the past three months, there had been many instances of unexplained “voices” or noises, things being moved, and visions of movement caught his eye. Nothing was frightening about that to Jack. He had grown accustomed to the happenings, and he actually enjoyed it.

So this new sound had him curious. He set off to find the source.

It seemed to be coming from the room upstairs. He quietly made his way up the grand staircase, listening for some indication he was on the right track. The noise did appear to be getting louder as he climbed. He proceeded down the hallway at the top of the stairs, passing two small offices which he was now using for storage.

The “voice” was growing stronger. Jack crept down the hall, trying to discern what he was hearing. He stopped outside the third door, which was slightly ajar. The noise was definitely coming from in there.

He pushed the door open silently and stopped dead in his tracks.

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After branching out on his own, when he needed to hire some staff to keep up with his growing workload, Jack interviewed several bright, young graduates who were eager to start their careers. One of those graduates stood out above all the others for their style and attention to detail. Jack was very excited when Charlie accepted his job offer.

There was a slight hiccup, however. Charlie lived more than six hours away and would obviously need to move to the area. The incredibly tight housing market meant there were no available options within budget.

Rather than lose out on a great employee, Jack came up with the perfect solution. Charlie could live in the studio apartment above the office until a better option could be found. This offer was very generous and was eagerly accepted.

Charlie moved into the studio and settled into working with Jack. The two had an easy rapport. They found themselves having lunch together, working late together, and even spending the weekends touring their current projects and working on the new office design.

It never even crossed Jack’s mind that Charlie was responsible for the noises he was hearing. Since moving in, he had never heard any sound coming from the room upstairs - it was soundproofed. So what he saw when he looked through the door shocked him.

From where he stood, Jack had a clear view into the bathroom, where Charlie had left the door open. There she lay, in the claw foot tub, her long auburn hair piled messily on top of her head, which was tilted back, her eyes closed. Her elegant neck and shoulders glistened in the dim light. The roundness of her full breasts was partially obscured by the water and the bubbles, but he could see the top of her dark rose areolas, and occasionally their hard peaks.

Jack felt his cock immediately harden. He told himself he should leave immediately, but he was powerless to do so. Charlie was the most beautiful vision he had ever seen.

He silently watched as her bent knees swayed back and forth. He heard the water sloshing, followed by the soft moans. Those were the sounds he had been hearing, no doubt carried through the pipes. Mystery solved. He really should leave her alone…

Yet he stayed. His eyes were glued to her body as its smooth movements elicited those sensual, melodic responses. His hand slid down his zipper and slipped inside his pants to grasp his painfully hard cock. His tip was throbbing and oozing as he began to stroke, seeking relief.

It was evident that Charlie was nearing an orgasm as her soft moans became louder cries. It all became too much for Jack, and he was powerless to stop his own release. He spurted all over his belly, his hand, his underwear. As he did so, he tried to stifle his moans, and he thought he had been successful, but he froze as Charlie started calling his name. Had she heard him, or was she fantasizing about him?

Jack wasn’t sticking around to find out. He quickly stuffed his sticky cock back in his pants, wiped his hand on his underwear, and disappeared back out the door. He almost got away with it, but a squeaky floorboard caught Charlie’s attention. He heard her call out, “Hello? Is anybody there?”

He didn’t respond, but instead stole away guiltily to his office, his heart pounding. He sat back in his chair, letting his head fall into his hands. What had he just done? Did Charlie know? How would he ever face her? He was ashamed of what he had just done and vowed he would never do that again.

But he did.

It seemed that Charlie hadn’t noticed him, and things remained easy and light between them. In fact, they seemed to be becoming more flirtatious. There was an undertone to everything they said and did together.

Three days later, as Jack was working late again, he heard the haunting noises again. Those noises had been inhabiting his dreams, along with the visions that had accompanied them. He knew he shouldn’t, but he made his way up the stairs, and once again saw Charlie’s door open. He snuck inside and watched the scene unfold before him.

Charlie was pure elegance and grace in motion, her movements fluid, her moans melodic. Mesmerized, Jack once again stroked himself to release. He did the same thing the next three nights.

The fourth night, Jack was waiting to hear the voices, and quickly made his way upstairs. When he got there and pushed through the open door, he stopped short. Charlie wasn’t in the bathroom.

“Looking for someone?” a breathy voice whispered into his ear.

Unbeknownst to him, Charlie had emerged from the corner of the room behind him. Jack jumped and turned to find Charlie wrapped in a towel, dripping on the floor.

“Oh, sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t realize I was interrupting your bath…”

“Didn’t you? I could have sworn that you’ve been …ummm…observing me the past few evenings.”

He was caught. Panic set in. What was he going to do? Should he confess, or try to pass it off as a misunderstanding?

Seeing the look of panic in his eyes, Charlie whispered, “It’s okay. I’ve seen you. I know. I’m glad you enjoyed it enough to come back.”

A nervous smile spread across Jack’s face as he replied, “It’s pretty hard not to enjoy, Charlie. I didn’t mean to violate your privacy - I was just looking for the noises that I was hearing, and there you were…your door was open.”

“I know. Perhaps I left my door open on purpose, hoping you would see me…”

Charlie stood so close to Jack, he could feel her breath on his cheek. She looked up at him, her striking emerald eyes looking straight into his soul, stirring his very core. She leaned in closer and let her lips brush against Jack’s, just the softest touch.

She took a step back, and dropped her towel, standing before him naked and vulnerable. Jack’s cock turned painfully hard in response. He needed her. Now. He reached out and pulled her tight against his body, his arms surrounding her, his lips finding hers in a hard, pressing kiss. It was a stark contrast from the soft one Charlie had graced him with just moments earlier.

Jack steered her backward a few steps until her hips hit the counter of the kitchenette. In one swift movement, he lifted her to sit on the counter, without breaking their kiss. Charlie fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders, while Jack undid his belt and pants, sliding them (and his underwear) down over his hips, and kicking them away.

Moving in close, Jack teased his cock along her silky folds. Charlie moaned and pulled Jack even closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her lips found his ear and whispered, “Fuck me, Jack.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He lined his tip up with her slick entrance and slowly pushed inside her, inch by inch, relishing the feel of her welcoming warmth, her tight walls. He pressed forward until he was buried deep inside her.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” Charlie whispered as she looked into Jack’s eyes and kissed him deeply. He began to slowly withdraw and thrust back into her, his hands on her hips, drawing her closer. His rhythm began to accelerate, every stroke fanning the flames of desire, fuelling the embers that had been sizzling for the past weeks.

Charlie’s soft moans reached a fevered crescendo as she climbed towards her orgasm. Jack recognized them and knew she was close, which proved to be his undoing. Feeling her tight muscles pulsing around him, he was powerless to do anything except join her.

Gasping for breath, Jack fell into Charlie’s arms. She looked down at him with a warm smile.

“Was it more fun to participate than watch?” she asked playfully.

“Hmmm… Perhaps I should watch to refresh my memory - it’s been a whole day,” Jack teased as he took her hand and led her towards the bathroom.

Charlie looked up at him and winked. “Or perhaps you should join me!”

At that suggestion, they both heard a distinct moan, followed by the door squeaking open a crack.

“Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?” Jack laughed with a quick nod to the spirit in the room upstairs.