Dim hallway light flickers. Late night. Post-breakup blues hit hard. Sabine dumped me three months ago. Wandered the building corridors, towel around my waist. Seeking distraction. Footsteps echo softly. Creak of old floorboards underfoot. Apartment doors line the walls. Thin strips of light seep from under them. Neighbors sleep. Or so I think.
Almost trip over her. She’s leaning against the wall, slumped like on a stretcher. Older woman. Ghislaine, I later learn. Not young. Tits sag to the sides. Curious, I reach out. Finger grazes her shaved pubis. Finds the clit. Circles it. Tiny tease. She sighs deep. Muffled. Breath catches. But I’m hunting younger prey. Pull back. Heart quickens. What if a door opens?
The Contact
Push on. Steam room door ajar at corridor end. Shared building spot. Hot, humid escape for insomniacs. Slip inside. Pitch black. Sweat stench hangs heavy. Male? Female? Doesn’t matter. Hands out. Grope forward. Touch a body. No push away. Good sign. Finger probes. Smooth mound. No cock. Pussy. Already slick. Someone warmed her up? Hand up. Finds flat tits. Deflated balloons. Fuck. It’s her again. The older one from the hall.
Try to retreat. Too late. Her hand grabs my cock. Through the towel. Squeezes soft. Firm. Knows her stuff. Experience drips from her fingers. Stroke perfect. Light. Teasing. My dick hardens. Traitor. Why leave? No invites elsewhere. ‘You know what you’ve got…’ Finger dives back in. Her pussy welcomes. Lubed. Easy. Add index. Ring. Whole hand soon. Fisting slow. She gasps. Hoarse. Wrist-deep. Her walls clench. Breath hitches. Building pressure.
The Indiscretion
Can’t wait. Grip her ass. Lift. Cock at her gaping hole. Thrust in. Deep. She wraps legs behind me. Pulls tighter. I pound. Hard. Steam slicks us. Slap of skin muffled by vapor. Her face twists in dark. Beautiful now. Ecstasy carves lines deep. Moans escape. Bite them back. Walls thin here. Neighbors above. Footsteps could creak anytime. Light from hall filters under door. Slice of yellow warning. Thrust harder. Risk fuels it. Sweat pours. Pussy milks me. Tight for her age.
Explosion hits. Violent. Cum floods her. She tenses. Cries soft. Shameful whimpers. Like it’s wrong at her age. Climbs me. Drains every drop. Then kiss. Light. ‘Thanks. So much pleasure. Stay a bit.’ Semen trickles down her thighs. Proud. She slips out. Shadow into light. Gone.
Heart hammers. Steam clears slow. Towel up. Crack door. Peek. Hall empty. Creep out. Floorboards groan. Freeze. Light under neighbor’s door flickers. TV? Someone stirs? Hold breath. Slip past. Stairs creak loud. Echoes up shaft. Glance back. No pursuit. Door to my place. Key rattles soft. Inside. Lock clicks. Lean against wood. Pulse thuds. Secret safe. Ghislaine’s ghost lingers. That risk. That fuck. Neighborhood never knew. But I did. Craved more.