Two months empty. Heart sliced. Miss her touch. Stare out window. Park buzzes. Sun blasts hallway light. Calendar ticks 33 days. Pull shoebox. Her letters. Childish scrawl. Fingers stroke ink. Tears prick.
Doorbell jabs. Insistent. Shove box. Yank door wide. Hallway stares back. Giant kangaroo looms. Gasp. Blink hard. Arms yank plush. Chloé beams. Blonde hair cascades. Green eyes spark. Freckles dance. Jean jacket hugs tits. Cowboy boots click floor.
The Contact
“Surprise, babe. Couldn’t leave Oz without it.” She laughs low. Drops backpack. Door swings half-shut. Hall empty. Neighbor lights flicker under doors. Footsteps echo distant stairs.
Lunge. Crush kangaroo between. Lips smash. Tongue invades. Hands claw ass. Pin her to wall. Plush thuds floor. Breath hot. Hearts hammer. Thin walls hum. Someone coughs next door?
Fingers dig jacket. Rip it off. T-shirt wrinkles. Yank up. Small tits bare. Nipples hard. Nose buries cleavage. Lick valley. She moans soft. Muffled. Bites lip. Hall creaks under boots.
Kneel. Belt clinks. Jeans drop. Pink panties cling wet. Tug down. Blonde bush, punk strip. Pussy glistens. Knees hit tile. Tongue spears clit. Suck hard. Juice floods mouth. Salty sweet. Fingers plunge slick hole.
She grips hair. Hips buck. Whispers, “Fuck, yes.” Wall thumps light. Door gap shows stairs. Shadow passes? Heart slams. Faster tongue. Curl fingers. She shudders. Cries choked. Cum gushes. Swallow it all.
The Indiscretion
Pull her inside. Stumble bedroom. Boots thud hall. Door slams quiet. Push bed. Legs splay. Lick thighs slow. Tease feet. Suck toes. Crawl up. Nip bush hairs. Face-plant pussy. Legs clamp head. Grind. She cums again. Toes curl wild.
She flips me. Rips skirt. String snaps. Piercing navel glints—her gift. Naked skin slaps. Fingers fuck deep. New twist on clit. Rub circles. Orgasm rips fast. Gasp loud. Clamp hand over mouth.
Tits on pussy. Nipple flicks clit. Electric. Finger joins. Explode. Scream hulks muffled. Body flops. Shakes rack.
Slide under sheet. Spoon tight. Skin slick sweat. Hear hall voices. Neighbor laughs. Footsteps climb stairs. Heart pounds. Secret throbs. She whispers, “One week, love. More risky fucks?”
Grin. Kiss. “All night. Neighbors none wiser.”