Doorbell hums low in the hallway. Floor creaks as I pad over. Peek out. It’s her—our neighbor, the flirty one from 3B. Quick cheek kisses. She glides in, dress clinging tight. You wear that black number, zipped front, back bare to your ass crack. No panties. Fuck, I harden instantly.
Living room glows dim. Mojitos clink. Ice cracks soft in glasses. I flop on floor cushion, eyes locked on your thighs. Skirt hikes. Sheer stocking tops wink. You catch my stare. Legs part slow for nachos. Pussy lips gleam wet. Heart thumps. Neighbors asleep? Thin walls.
The Contact
She notices. Eyes dip under your skirt. Blushes pink. Grins sly. Dives back in. My cock strains. Second round—rum heavy. Laughter bubbles hushed. Balcony beckons. Cool night air. You both perch on steps, dresses rumpled high. Bare cunts flash open. Hers too, lace gone? I devour the view. Stores rattle faint across alley.
She bolts to bathroom. Door clicks. We crash lips, tongues sloppy. Fingers plunge your sopping slit. Two digits stir. You gasp muffled. Suck your juice off one, feed you the other. Cunny tang sharp. She returns, flops down. No panties confirmed. Legs splay casual. ‘Massage?’ she purrs. Eyes lock. Upstairs.
Bedroom shadows dance, blinds sliver streetlight. She peels dress off. Naked on table, tummy down. Towel drapes ass. Zen music hums low. You knead. I tidy kitchen, ears strain for moans. Twenty minutes. ‘Oil,’ you whisper. Rush in. Mirror frames it: your skirt bunched, her towel balled at feet. Ass cheeks shine.
Pour oil slow on her lower back. Your hands scoop, smear over globes. Spread crack wide. Pink hole winks. You blow kiss. I lean, lips crush yours. ‘Love you,’ I breathe. She sighs deep, face buried. Pretends sleep? Your palms knead thighs inner. She parts legs. Cunt lips part oily.
The Indiscretion
Parquet groans under me. I circle behind you. Hands grip your ass. Yank stockings down. Kiss thighs raw. Bare skin electric. You bend more. Spread cheeks yourself. Kneel. Tongue lashes pussy, asshole. You hum low. She wriggles. Knows.
Flip her. Towel blinds eyes. Oil tits. She grabs your hands, mashes firm. You caress bolder. I strip. Cock throbs. Stroke slow. She claws your ass, pulls close. Fingers breach your folds. You mirror, dip in hers. Moans choke quiet. Knee up. Towel falls. Her tongue darts your clit inches away.
You squat full. Grind pussy on mouth. She laps hungry. You pinch tits. I erupt—ropes splat floor, table. You buck hard, flood her face. Grab my hair. ‘Lick her!’ shove. New pussy strange, tangy. Fingers join mine. She quakes, squirts under us.
Awkward hush. Dress scramble. Beers hiss open. Terrace steps. Smoke curls. She slips out hall door. Creak echoes stairwell. Footsteps fade. Heart hammers. Lights flicker neighbor windows. Secret locked tight. No one stirs.