The hallway reeked of damp carpet and faint weed. 2 AM. Thin walls pulsed with low moans from next door. Laurie’s place. I froze in my robe, pussy already twitching. Light sliced under her door. Crackle of floorboards. A zipper’s rasp. Heart thudded. I knocked soft. Door cracked. Laurie’s angel face, devil eyes. Bordeaux beauty, velvet skin. We’d met months back, bike tangle outside Paradisio. She’d freed my wheels, we’d chatted French. Now neighbors. Ex-porn girl, bookstore gig. I’d pulled her into our secret troupe. Tonight? Improv.
‘Can’t sleep?’ she whispered, lips glossy. Roger’s shadow loomed inside. Tall Dutch stud, cock always ready. ‘Join us,’ she breathed. Proximity burned. Neighbors asleep feet away. I slipped in. Door clicked. Air thick, musky. Couch creaked as Roger pulled her down. She straddled his lap, dress hiking. No bra. Tits strained fabric.
The Contact
She spun, knelt on coffee table. Zipper hissed. His fat cock sprang free, veined, throbbing. She swallowed it whole. Gulp. Slurp. Wet chokes muffled against his pubes. ‘Fuck, Laurie,’ he groaned low. Saliva dripped. Table wobbled. I stepped up. Leather slippers stuck to floor? No, bare feet silent. But boards groaned. ‘Shhh,’ I hissed. Eyes darted to door. Light flickered through blinds from streetlamp. Shadows danced.
Behind her now. Zipper down slow. Dress parted. Perfect tits spilled out. 95C handfuls, nipples hard peaks. I grabbed, kneaded. Rhythmic squeezes matched her bob. Pinch. Twist. She moaned around cock, vibration hummed. Roger profiled perfect, balls swinging. Audience? Thin walls. Old guy next door snored through. Thrill spiked. Any creak, yell, we’re fucked.
Roger tensed, tongue lolled. Too good. I signaled. He pulled out, spit string dangling. Laurie’s eyes wild. I eased her back on table. Docile slut. Kissed deep. Tongues wrestled. She teased, licked lips, sucked fingers, grazed my nips. Wet. Electric. Pussy clenched empty.
Roger hiked skirt. No panties. Cunt gaping, pink, soaked. He plunged in. Schlick. Balls slapped ass. She arched. I kissed her, stroked hair. Envied that stretch. Table rocked. Steady thuds. Blinds rattled soft.
The Indiscretion
Laurie pivoted pro. Porn skills. Gripped my ass, yanked thighs open. Face buried. Tongue lashed clit. Lick. Suck. Nibble. Juices smeared chin. Roger hammered, grunts punched. Sweat slicked skin. I stared front row ghost – neighbor’s peephole fantasy? Fixed him in mind, moaned silent.
He neared edge. Pushed him off. Dove between her legs. Spread wide. Pussy winked, cream-coated. Tongue circled clit. Fingers pinched tits. Dove deep. Musky tang flooded mouth. Saliva mixed her drip. Fingers plunged hole, knuckles deep. Hand nearly vanished. She bucked. Breath ragged.
Roger behind me. Fingers probed ass. Slid in easy. Pumped. Crowd’s eyes on us. Walls listened. Footsteps? No. Pump harder. Laurie shattered. Muffled scream bitten lip. Body quaked. Cum gushed. I lapped frenzy. She flooded sweet.
Pulled back. Gasps echoed. Roger stroked cock, denied. ‘Later,’ I winked. Slipped off table. Kissed Laurie sticky. Dressed hasty. Crept to door. Peeked hall empty. Heart jackhammered.