Deep in the gym corridor, sauna heat wraps me. End of year, new town, shedding pounds. Stretching, bikes, plates—sweat pours. Exhausted, I collapse inside. Empty. Eyes shut. Bliss.
Soft touch on foot. Up calf, thigh. Arm, shoulder. Finger traces neck, chin, lips. Part them. Eyes snap open. Man. ‘Shh.’ His gaze kind. No fear. ‘More,’ I whisper. Eyes close. Hands roam. Under swimsuit. Nipples harden. Finger dips low, parts fabric, slides into wet heat. Circles clit. Fast. I buck. Cum hard, soaking his hand. Gaze locked on mine. Kiss? No. ‘Ciao bella.’ Gone.
The Contact
Next day, craving more. Stretching class—women only. Bikes. There he is, pedaling hard. I grab machine near door. Play coy. He appears behind. Hands lift my weights. ‘Bonjour.’ Smile. ‘Overdoing it?’ Drop act, fragile girl. ‘Sauna next,’ he says. I follow. Men’s side. Nude men. Horror. Flee. He laughs.
Outside, he waits. Grabs hand. ‘Continue yesterday.’ Street to building. Close. Hands squeeze. Elevator dings. Inside. Doors shut. Mouths crash. Tongues tangle. Body pins mine. Hands knead tits. Lifts me. ‘Want you now.’ Stops elevator. Spins me. Hands on hips. Bend. Ass out. Cock frees. Slams in. Pussy grips. Thrusts brutal. Wall shakes. Moans muffled. Cum fast, dripping. Laugh. Fix clothes. Resume.
The Indiscretion
Fourth floor. Old lady on landing. ‘Bonjour.’ She grumbles. ‘Elevator always breaks.’ He winks. ‘I’ll handle.’ Door opens. Narrow hall. Spacious living room. Chic. Magazine open, ficus lush. ‘Drink?’ Tiny vodka, juice, ice. Couch. Toast. ‘To us.’ Eyes green, piercing. Hand on thigh. Glasses down. Lips meet. Soft. Hungry. Fingers under shirt. Buttons pop. Skin smooth. Stroke chest.
Narrow hall creaks under feet. Light filters under neighbor’s door. Whispers only. His cock hardens. I straddle. Skirt up. No panties. Sink down. Inch by inch. Fill me. Rock slow. Bed? No. Couch leather sticks. Thrust up. Muffled gasps. Floorboards groan. Walls thin. Old building. Hear that? Footsteps outside? Freeze. Giggle silent. Faster. Clit grinds. Sweat beads. His hands grip ass. Slap soft. ‘Quiet,’ he breathes. But fuck, so good. Pussy clenches. Cum together. Hot spurts deep. Collapse.
Afterglow. Hearts pound. Dress quick. Kiss forehead. Slip out. Hall dark. Light sliver under old lady’s door. TV murmurs. Stairs creak. Heart races. Street cool. Home close. Secret burns. Neighbors sleep. I throb. Tomorrow?