Dim hallway light flickers. Midnight. Everyone asleep. Or so I think. Her door creaks open. She’s there, robe half-open, nipples hard as rocks poking through silk. Our eyes lock. Heart slams. ‘Come here,’ I whisper, voice rough. She steps out, bare feet silent on cold tiles. I grab her wrist, pull her into my place. Door clicks shut. Too loud? Fuck it.
Her breath hot on my neck. ‘Neighbors might hear,’ she murmurs, but grinds against me. My cock swells instantly, huge, straining pants. She feels it, gasps. ‘God, it’s massive.’ I yank robe down. Tits spill out, perfect, begging. Nipples so hard I pinch, pull. She whimpers, soft. Floorboard groans under us. Light from under neighbor’s door glows yellow. They’re awake?
The Charged Encounter
I spin her, face to wall. Hands on her ass. ‘Bend over.’ She does, robe hikes up. Shaved pussy glistens, wet already. ‘Fuck me,’ she breathes. I drop pants. Cock springs free, throbbing, veiny. Rub head on her slit. She pushes back. ‘Now.’ Slam in deep. Pussy grips tight, hot, soaking. She bites lip to stifle moan. But I thrust hard. Slap of skin echoes faint.
‘I’m gonna fuck your ass,’ I growl loud, on purpose. Thin walls. Want them to hear. Her eyes widen, thrill. ‘Yes, sodomize me.’ I pull out, spit on hole. Push in slow. Tight ring stretches. She gasps, fists my shirt. ‘Bigger than ever.’ Inch by inch, balls deep. Now pound. Her big ass jiggles. ‘Harder.’ Floor creaks rhythmically. Muffled TV from next door. Do they know?
Muffled Moans and Creaking Floors
She reaches back, spreads cheeks. ‘Deeper, make me cum.’ I rail her, sweat dripping. Her tits swing like udders. Pussy drips down thighs. ‘Your cock’s blinding me,’ she pants, half-laugh. I laugh low, choke it. Hand over her mouth. But she moans through fingers. ‘Gonna cum!’ I feel it build. Pull out ass, slam pussy. She bucks. ‘Yes, fill me!’ I explode, ropes of cum flooding her. She shudders, juices squirt.
We freeze. Panting. Voices next door? ‘What idiots those neighbors are.’ Laughter filters through wall. Shit, they heard. She giggles silent, eyes wild. Pull apart sticky. Wipe quick with robe. ‘Go,’ I whisper. She slips out first. I wait, cock softening, heart pounding like drum.
Hallway empty. Creep to her door? No, back to mine. Stairs creak below. Footsteps? Hold breath. Old lady from 2B shuffles up, robe clutched. Eyes me suspicious. ‘Late night?’ ‘Yeah, couldn’t sleep.’ Smile tight. She nods, door shuts hers. Slam mine. Lean back, pulse racing. Secret safe. For now. Cock twitches at memory. Tomorrow? Fuck yeah. Neighbors whisper already.