2 AM. Hallway reeks of old varnish and stale smoke. My bare feet stick to the cool tiles. Door clicks shut behind me. Boxers tented already, cock half-hard from restless dreams. Her door, next door, cracks open. Anna. The mute shadow from the square. Never spoke on the bench. Thin nightgown clings to her curves, dark nipples sharp against white cotton. Moonlight filters through the grimy window at hall’s end.
Eyes meet. No words. Hers wide, hungry. Mine locked on the shadow between her thighs. She nods toward the stairs. Heart hammers. I follow. Steps groan under us. Outside, the square sleeps under the ancient plane tree. Bench looms, silent now, listening.
The Contact
She sits first. Wood creaks soft. Night air chills my skin. I drop beside her. Thigh presses mine. Heat radiates. Hand on her knee. Slides up. No resistance. Fingers brush her inner thigh. Damp heat. She parts legs. Breath hisses out.
The Indiscretion. Her hand grabs my cock through boxers. Strokes rough. Fabric rasps. I yank her nightgown up. Bush scratches my palm. Pussy slick, lips swollen. Finger dips in. Hot, tight. She bites lip, stifles whimper. Windows above us dark. Neighbors snore. One light flicks on, off. Fuck.
I shove boxers down. Cock springs free, throbbing. She shifts, straddles. Bench groans louder. Her weight pins me. Pussy lips kiss head. Slides down slow. Inch by inch. Wet grip sucks me in. Balls tighten. I thrust up, quiet. Grunts muffled in her neck. Sweat beads. Her tits bounce soft, nipples graze my chest.
The Indiscretion
Hips grind. Sloppy sounds. Pussy squelches. Wood protests with every pump. Crack. Crack. Her nails dig shoulders. Eyes dart to windows. Curtain twitches? No. Faster. Deeper. Cockhead hits cervix. She shudders, clamps. I cover her mouth. Moan vibrates fingers. Cum builds. Pull out? No. Flood her. Hot spurts. She milks me dry. Drips down balls.
We freeze. Breath ragged. Square dead quiet. Distant dog barks. She lifts off. Cum strings between us. Wipes on bench. Nightgown falls. Stands shaky.
The Silence. Back up stairs. Legs jelly. Cock soft, sticky. Hallway empty. Her door shuts first. Whisper of lock. Mine next. Heart slams ribs. Sweat cools. Lie in dark. Pussy scent lingers on fingers. Windows stay black. Secret safe. Bench listened. Neighborhood sleeps. Thrill pulses. Tomorrow, eyes meet in hall. Silent nod. Again?