The building hallway reeked of detergent and damp concrete. Late night. Laundry queue snaked forever. Machines hummed below. Insomniacs shuffled. I stood behind her. Mid-40s rocker, bald pate, Viking beard, leather jacket. Cock half-hard already. Her ass. Fuck. Perfect peach crammed in that wrap dress. Picasso swirls clinging tight. Thin straps. Red hair cascading. Twenty-three, tops.
She shifted. Felt my stare. Turned slow. Green eyes locked mine. Smile wicked. ‘Long wait, huh?’ Voice soft. Queue groaned ahead. I mumbled yes. Timid fucker, me. Heart raced. She leaned close. Perfume hit. ‘Seen you around. Hot jacket.’ Fingers brushed my arm. Electric.
The Contact
Chat flowed. Her: bored, dry spell. Six months no real dick. Craved it rough. Me: three years celibate. Shy with words, beast in bed. Laughter hushed. Line crawled. Her ass grazed my crotch. Accidental? Bullshit. Cock throbbed. Full mast. She bit lip. ‘My door’s right there.’ Nodded five feet away. ‘Quick detour? Before we rot here.’ Eyes dared me.
Decision instant. Grabbed her hand. Pulled to door. Key rattled. Inside. Dim lamp glow. Door clicked shut. Not locked. Thin walls. Neighbors slept. Old couple next door snored through plaster.
Her mouth crashed mine. Tongue invaded. Hands yanked my zipper. Cock sprang free. Thick, veined. She dropped. Sucked greedy. Slurps wet. Gagged quiet. ‘Fuck my face,’ whispered. Thrust hips. Balls slapped chin. Door light filtered under. Footsteps? No. Heart hammered.
Pulled her up. Dress hiked. No panties. Pussy shaved, glistening. Dripping already. Fingers plunged. Soaked. ‘Niagara bitch,’ I growled low. She moaned. Muffled in my neck. Pushed to wall. Legs spread. Cockhead nudged slit. Slid in easy. Flooded. Walls gripped. Thrust hard. Parquet creaked. Sharp. ‘Shh,’ she hissed. Hips bucked silent.
The Indiscretion
Pounded steady. Juices squelched. Pussy farted wet. Niagara Falls for real. Thighs slick. Dripped floor. Her nails dug back. ‘Deeper, fucker.’ Whispered filth. ‘Make me cum. Neighbors hear?’ Risk burned sweet. Window blinds rattled faint. Streetlight sliced through. Shadow fuck shapes danced.
She clenched. Came first. Body shook. Bit shoulder. No scream. Gush hit. Pussy pulsed. Soaked balls. Pulled out. Spun her. Bent over bed edge. Ass up. Plugged back. Doggy brutal. Cheeks clapped soft. Muffled pops. Sweats dripped. Her hand snaked back. Rubbed clit. ‘Ass next?’ Teased. Hesitant. ‘Not tonight.’ But finger circled rosebud. She pushed back.
Tension built. Balls tight. ‘Gonna fill you.’ Grunt low. She nodded frantic. ‘Breed me quiet.’ Final slams. Creak-creak. Erupted. Hot ropes deep. Milked dry. Collapsed pant. Juices everywhere. Bed soaked. Floor puddle.
Moments later. Dresses fixed. Kiss stolen. ‘Text me.’ Door cracked. Peeked. Hall empty. Slipped out. Heart thundered. Line still dragged. Grabbed spot. No one noticed. Absent ten minutes?
Upstairs. My door. Key fumbling. Footsteps behind. Neighbor lady, curlers, robe. ‘Late wash?’ Smile polite. ‘Yeah.’ Voice steady. Inside. Locked. Leaned wall. Cock twitched memory. Secret safe. Her scent lingered. Neighbors oblivious. Grin spread. Tomorrow’s rematch.