It’s three a.m. Cynthia’s eyes wide open in her bed. Exhausted from yesterday, she crashed early. Alone. No hand to tease her pussy tonight. Now insomnia bites. Walls thin in this old building. Snores from neighbors filter through. She slips out, naked under a thin robe. Hallway calls for water. Bare feet pad soft on cold tiles. Light filters under doors. Creaky floorboard groans.
Gilles there. Her neighbor fuck-buddy these past weeks. First time he didn’t crash with her last night. Eyes meet. His widen. Instant hard-on tents his boxers. She refused him earlier, went to bed solo. Now he wants her savage. Cock aches. Why’s she staring? Hand grazes her robe curve. She shivers. Fuck the grudge. Pussy throbs. Robe falls open. They stumble into her apartment. Door clicks shut. Heart hammers. Neighbors asleep feet away.
The Contact
Bedroom dark. Streetlight slits through blinds. Shadows dance. She drops robe. Naked skin glows faint. He presses close. Boxers rough on her bare clit. Electric. She grinds. Basin rolls slow. His hidden cock stiffens. Pulsing already.
The Indiscretion
No full strip. He loves fabric drag. Wet panty feel, tight squeeze. Hands roam over, then under. Sweat slicks skin. She freezes. Listens. Muffled TV hum next door. His dick slots against her slit. Not in. Just rubbing. Endless tease. Pulsations throb deep. Each one waves pleasure up her core. Clit indirect fire. Whimpers escape. Choked. Hand clamps mouth. Bed frame creaks soft. Fuck. Too loud?
He grinds minimal. Knows her curves blind. Press harder. Cock throbs like a hand jerks it. Her moans muffled gasps. Begging voice cracks. Wants penetration. Not yet. He holds. Make her cum first. Plaints rise. Body arches. Orgasm crashes. Grips him tight. Disordered whimpers. Tears wet cheeks. Dark hides them. Walls silent. No doors open. Close call.
The Indiscretion
Now her turn. He yanks boxers. Rolls condom fast. Pussy soaked. Slides in easy. She groans low. His girth stretches. Still buzzing from climax. Long strokes build. Face twists pleasure. She watches, sated lover eyes. Loves his control. Edges close, stops. Balls deep, freezes. Breath ragged. Repeats. She envies that holdback.
This peak, no stop. Her hips buck wild. Forces him over. Cock explodes. Raucous grunts bitten back. Eyes glaze. She clamps arms, pussy pulses milk him. Cum floods condom.
The Silence
Three-thirty a.m. Bodies tangle sweaty. Amazed midnight find. Exhausted bliss. He didn’t see her joy tears. She missed his wet eyes, pure happy. Someday.
He slips out. Kiss quick. Hallway empty. Heart slams chest. Footsteps echo faint. Creaky stair. Cross old Mrs. Jenkins fumbling keys. Smile nods. Secret locked tight. Back to bed. Pussy tender. Grin in dark. Neighbors none wiser.