Sweat drips down my neck. Year 2123. Hallway’s dim, air thick at fifty degrees. My 135-kilo frame wheezes from the treadmill torture. Door 7B cracks open. Redhead Eve slips in, robe loose. Fiery hair cascades. She spots me. Smiles wicked. ‘Frysen? Hot out there.’ Her voice whispers. Eyes drop to my bulge. I stumble forward. Heart slams. Floor creaks under my weight. She grabs my arm. Pulls me inside. Door clicks shut. Light filters under from next door—Séléna’s. Neighbors sleep. Or pretend. Her apartment mirrors mine: dusty, cramped. Palm holo-poster glows faint. She drops robe. Naked. Shaved pussy glistens, dewy. Tits firm, generous. ‘Been watching you code,’ she breathes. Fingers trace my gut. My cock swells, real now. No virtual bullshit. I trip on rug. Face in her cleavage. Monoï scent hits. She laughs soft, mocking. But pulls me up. Kisses hard. ‘Fuck me quiet, Frysi.’
Her thighs part. Couch groans as I kneel. Pussy lips swell, inviting. I bury face. Tongue laps her juice. Salty-sweet. She stifles moan. Hand clamps mouth. Fingers dig scalp. ‘Shh… walls thin.’ Next door, floorboard pops. Séléna? Panic spikes thrill. My dick throbs, veiny monster under fat. She grabs it. Strokes rough. ‘Big boy.’ Whispers dirty. I stand. She bends over table. Ass cheeks spread. Pink hole winks. I spit on cockhead. Push in slow. Wet heat engulfs. Inch by inch. She bites lip bloody. Eyes roll. ‘Fuck… yes.’ Thrusts start shallow. Table scrapes floor. Creak-creak. Muffled. Heart races. Voice from wall? Imagination. Ramp up. Balls slap her clit. Wet smacks echo soft. She grinds back. ‘Harder… but quiet.’ Sweat pours. My gut slaps her back. Grunts escape. Hers too. Gagged. Light flickers under door. Footsteps? Freeze. Then pound again. Pussy clenches. ‘Fill me, perv.’ Dirty words fuel. Flip her. Legs wrap waist. Pin against wall. Shared wall. Séléna’s side. Bang-bang soft. Her tits bounce. Nipples hard. Suck one. Bite. She arches. Fingers rake my back. Cock pistons deep. Juices drip thighs. Floor cracks loud. ‘Shit…’ Whisper. Thrill explodes. Cum builds. Balls tight.
The Contact
She cums first. Body shakes. Pussy spasms. Milks me. I explode. Rope after rope floods her. Hot gush. She trembles. Kisses neck. ‘Good boy.’ Pull out. Cum leaks down leg. Wipe quick. Robe on her. Pants up mine. Door opens silent. Hallway empty. Heart thuds wild. Creep back. Door 7A shuts. Click. Light under Séléna’s door glows steady. No knock. No voice. Secret safe. Balls empty finally. No robot needed. Lie on banquette. Cock twitches memory. Risk lingers. Neighbors oblivious. Or not. Frisson hums. Tomorrow? Hallway waits.