Sun dips behind the roofs. Balcony photos fade. I fetch water glasses. Piano concerto swells. O. sits cross-legged on the wood floor, back arched, floral cotton dress hiked above knees, bare feet. I kneel behind, nibble straps, lips graze golden shoulders. Her hair smells like summer. Does she love me? ‘I like you,’ she says. First movement ends. She needs work. ‘Come back soon.’ I brush her arm, cheek kiss. ‘See you.’ Cross vestibule alone. Love her.
Shout ‘BYE!’ Slam door fake-out. Duck behind heavy curtain. Vestibule’s massive closet crammed: winter coats, tennis racket, toolbox. Heart thuds. Parquet creaks faintly under my socks.
The Contact
Knock. Shadow through cathedral glass. O.’s footsteps patter from back room. Breath held. Door opens.
‘Hi O., got time? Felt like dropping by.’ Sad, ex-upstairs neighbor. Scruffy hair, worn jeans.
‘No… but come in, two minutes max. M. just left, Fernando’s coming for Spanish, then Prof for thesis chapter. Dance rehearsal tonight, nothing prepped.’ She drifts back. He follows, shuts door. Through curtain slit: two steps, he catches her. Arm snakes around waist, pins her ass to his crotch. She freezes, breath catches.
No words. Right hand kneads shoulders slow. Pushes her forward. She bends, grips ankles, hair sweeps floor. Hand trails legs, hikes dress. Black panties peek. My fantasies shatter.
Fingers dig cheeks, yank panties down thighs. Bent double, dress rucked up back. Ass bare. Tan line stark—tiny white triangle from that old navy polka bikini. Lake days, bottom half flashed, top hidden. Dick hardens. Horror brews.
He spins her. She stands small, apologetic smile. Straps slip off shoulders. Left tit spills: firm, pale, tan line crisp under strap. She tugs right side free. Dress pools. Back to him—curly hair to dimples. Pushes forward again. Legs spread. Wide shoulders loom, jacket on, her naked.
Hand grips hip, fingers dig flesh. Right dives pussy. Spit lands between cheeks. Thumb buries in asshole, fingers vanish in bush. ‘Sad! Stop! Stop!’ Cry begs more. She edges orgasm, whines Pedro’s due, text to fix.
He straightens jacket. Cups face, sloppy mouth kiss. Leaves her nude in entry. Door clicks.
Doorbell instant. O. darts back, grabs bikini. Slips bottoms. Pedro’s shadow looms. Door cracks, he enters as triangles barely cup tits, strings tangle.
‘Pedro, sorry, stress city. Jogged with M., Prof soon, dance later. Need shower…’
‘No problem. Wait if you want.’ Deep Chilean growl.
‘Bath running. Pee quick, grab kitchen chair, sit tub-side. Read hour.’ She vanishes to bathroom. He stares at bikini ass. Water rushes. He grabs bag, chair, follows.
Curtain blocks bath view. Splashes. She in water bikini? Marquez reading starts, hot as day. Voice velvet. Bare feet pad across dark vestibule. Peek door crack.
O. foam-deep, head on towel, eyes soft on his lips. Knees poke surface, legs splayed wide. Pray bikini holds. Foam thick.
‘Wash hair? No dry time…’ Back to crack. She’s prone, shoulders out, strap? Maybe.
‘Sure, shampoo you.’ Bottle pops. She dips head back, face emerges—pink nipples erect on soft mounds, wet black bush. Pedro flushes.
Kneels up, grabs bottle. ‘Make it foam!’ He massages scalp, water to navel. Sits tub edge behind.
Stands dripping. ‘Back up, amigo.’ Rinses hair, neck, tits, belly. Turns to wall. ‘Foam back?’
The Indiscretion
‘Good.’ He sees ass perfect. I profile: tit curve, lumbar dip, cheek swell.
Jet to tits, kneads. Fingers scrub folds. Faces room. He pulls phone. ‘Can I?’
‘Portrait only.’ Turns wall. Snaps. Faces him, hand half-covers pussy, other tit. Blush, hard nipples. Pip-pip.
Towel dries furious. ‘Out? Prof any sec.’ Neck kiss. Gone.
Quick simple dress, tight. Nipples outline, panty line. Prof at desk, pages rustle. Questions. She on couch-bed, door-aligned.
He finishes, encouragement. Waits handshake? Leans for cheek? She elbows back.
Hesitates, bends over. Hand caresses face, neck. Hooks cleavage, yanks elastic. Tits out.
Arches: ‘Wanted tits? Seen ’em.’ Voice quivers.
No reply. Yanks lower, rolls to navel. Under ass, off sandals. Panties only, thin straps.
Undoes belt, shoes, pants. Boxer bulge. Her cheeks pink, belly sucks, tits jiggle breaths.
Shoulders down slow. Kneels legs, yanks panties knees. Legs part slight block.
Fine fuzz, perfect slit: long hood, thin lips spread, fat clit begs.
Tongue navel-down, nibbles mound. Groan, legs clamp. Slides panties off.
Lifts ass, knee jams thigh. Grabs leg, hoists right—leverages ass obscene, cheeks split.
Finger traces crack, circles hole. Thumb clit base.
Leg mid-air, shoves. Pussy blooms wet. Cock springs boxer. Eyes lock, thrusts hilt-deep.
She beams, moans, urges. Wet slaps echo. Grabs hands, flips. Straddles, tongues deep. Tips cock, grinds head pussy. Guides, sinks full-weight.
Creative, joyful. Tears mine—eyes, cock. She never knew. Married, kids, repeats. Loved her deep. She? Less.
Vestibule shadows lengthen. Neighbors sleep. Secret mine. Heart races home stairs, cross someone? Silent.