Underground parking. Cool concrete echoes our steps. Solveig’s heels click soft on the floor. Elevator doors slide shut. Hum rises, stomach flips. Her hand brushes mine. Eyes lock. ‘Quiet,’ she whispers. Doors ding open. Dim hallway stretches. Apartment doors line both sides. Faint TV hum from one. Neighbors tucked in, oblivious. She fumbles key. Metal scratches lock. Click. Threshold crossed. Door shuts with a hush. Inside, her scent hits. Heart hammers. Lips crash. Tongues tangle wet. Hands roam. Tailleur unzips. Fabric whispers down. Bra snaps free. Small tits bare, nipples hard already.
Hallway light filters under door. Yellow sliver dances on floor. We stumble to bedroom. Parquet creaks underfoot. Each step a betrayal. Bed looms, simple frame. She strips me. Shirt buttons pop soft. Pants drop. Cock springs out, throbbing. Her eyes widen. ‘Fuck me quick,’ she breathes. No time for games. Risk too high. Whole building sleeps next door. One moan too loud, we’re done.
The Contact
She flops back on sheets. Legs spread wide. Blond bush glistens wet. I dive in. Tongue laps her slit. Juicy, tangy flood. She bites lip hard. Muffled whimper escapes. Fingers grip my hair. Push deeper. I suck clit. Teeth graze lips. Hips buck. Bed frame groans low. Freeze. Listen. Silence. Neighbors don’t stir. Good. She yanks me up. ‘Now. Hard.’ Cockhead nudges her hole. Slips in easy, soaked. Balls slap wet against ass. Thrust deep. She claws my back. ‘Faster. Deeper.’ Grunts stifled. Sweat slicks skin. Parquet cracks under shifting weight. Light through blinds stripes her tits. Shadow play on walls. Fuck, the thrill. Anyone peeks, sees it all.
She flips me. Straddles. Mouth engulfs cock. Cleans her cream off. Gags quiet, throat works. Pubes tickle nose. Balls sucked dry. Sixty-nine now. Her pussy hovers. Tongue spears asshole. Finger slides in, greased. She bites shaft. Revenge. I pump fingers. Lick furious. She quivers. Muffled cry into my crotch. Cum blasts. She swallows every drop. Gulp. No spill. Then her ass clenches. Squirt on chin.
The Indiscretion
Morning light creeps through blinds. Coffee aroma. She’s nude, tray in hand. Tits sway like pendulums. I grab hips. She mounts reverse. Cock spears pussy first. Then shifts. Asshole winks. Slow impale. Tight ring stretches. Inch by inch. She rocks. Fingers frig clit. Muscles milk me. Bed creaks louder now. Daytime risk higher. Neighbors stir? We cum together. Shuddering silence.
She dresses. ‘No more. Secret.’ Kiss goodbye. Elevator down. Heart pounds. Doors open. Old lady in lobby. Eyes me odd. ‘Guten Morgen.’ Smile tight. Slip out to street. Taxi waits. Back to hotel. Pulse races. Secret locked tight. Neighbors none the wiser. Fuck, what a rush.