The hallway reeked of stale cabbage from downstairs. Midnight. Everyone asleep. My door snicked shut. No panties tonight. Those cheap Chinese shits gave me a rash like Ursula’s hell in Poland. Tossed them. Short robe barely covered my ass. Air kissed my bare pussy, already slick. Thrill buzzed. Footsteps echoed soft. Neighbor’s door, 4B. Polish guy, Andrzej vibe, tall, cocky grin. Light sliced under his door, yellow sliver. Muffled TV hum. Heart thumped. Peeked through crack. He stood there, shirtless, sweatpants low. Bulge obvious. Caught my eye. Froze. Then smirked. ‘Can’t sleep?’ Whisper hissed. Door creaked wider. His gaze dropped. Robe parted. Bare thighs. No fabric line. ‘Fuck,’ he breathed. Pulled me in. Threshold crossed. Heat hit. His place dim, blinds slatted, streetlight filtering stripes. Door clicked shut. Too loud? Neighbors thin walls.
His hands rough. Grabbed my ass. Fingers dug bare crack. ‘No panties? Dirty girl.’ Growled low. Pushed against wall. Plaster cool on back. Robe hiked. Pussy exposed. Wet lips throbbed. His sweatpants dropped. Cock sprang, thick, veined. Pre-cum bead. ‘Shh,’ I gasped. Mouth on mine. Tongue shoved deep. Tasted vodka. Hand cupped tit, pinched nipple hard. Winced. Floor creaked under shift. Muffled groan escaped. His fingers plunged pussy. Sloppy squelch. ‘So fucking wet.’ Thumb circled clit. Legs buckled. Fear spiked. Old lady next door, ears like bat. Any moan, she’d bang broom. He spun me. Face to wall. Ass out. Cockhead nudged slit. Thrust. Filled me raw. Stretched. Grunted into shoulder. Bit lip bloody to stay quiet. Hips slammed. Wet smacks. Parquet groaned protest. Blinds rattled faint. Light danced shadows. Pulled hair. ‘Take it, slut.’ Whisper hot ear. Pussy clenched. Build fast. His balls slapped. Sweat dripped. Hand over mouth. Muffled my whine. Came hard. Juices trickled thighs. He swelled. Pumped deep. Hot spurts flooded. Collapsed gasp. Pulled out. Cum leaked. Drip on floor.
The Contact
Pushed away gentle. Robe down. Cum smeared thighs. Kiss quick. ‘Go.’ Whisper. Door cracked. Hall empty. Slipped out. Heart hammered chest. Bare feet silent. Cum squished steps. Light under my door flickered. Husband? No, solo thrill. Stairs creaked below. Footsteps? Froze. Shadow passed. Old man 2A, yawning. Didn’t look up. Door opened quiet. Inside safe. Locked. Leaned wall. Pussy pulsed. Secret burned sweet. Neighbors slept oblivious. My indiscretion. Tomorrow, nod hallway. Smile innocent. Culotte? Never again. Thrill lived in the bare.