Hallway light flickers dim. Late night. Everyone asleep. My pussy still throbs from Sonia Parfum. Oils linger on skin. Steps creak soft on old wood. Door 3B cracks. Oriane peeks out. Towel slips low. Freshly shaved lips peek. Eyes lock. Hungry. ‘Can’t sleep?’ she whispers. Voice husky. Nipples hard under thin fabric. I nod. Heart races. Hand brushes hers. Electric. ‘Come in,’ she breathes. Threshold crossed. Door clicks shut. Too loud? Neighbors stir?
Her room smells of us. Post-massage musk. Sheets rumple under knees. Towel drops. Tits bounce free. Mine too. Lips crash. Tongues wet, sloppy. Hands roam. Fingers trace smooth pubes. No hair now. Thanks to Angela. ‘Fuck, so slick,’ I murmur. She moans low. Muffled. Parquet groans under shift. Light filters under door. Shadow moves outside? Freeze. Breath held. Nothing. Giggle stifled. Kiss deeper. Pussy aches. Hers drips on thigh.
The Contact
Push her down. Bed sighs. Straddle face. Grind slow. Clit on tongue. Wet laps. Squelch soft. ‘Shhh,’ I hiss. Her eyes wide. Fear mixes lust. Fingers plunge my hole. Two, then three. Stretch. Gush. Drip on chin. Tits sway. Pinch hers. Dark nipples twist. She bucks. Muffled cry into pillow. Wall thin. Hear snores next door? Risk spikes heat. Flip. Sixty-nine. Pussies align. Lick her bald slit. Taste honey from spa. Tongue fuck deep. Clit suck. She quivers. ‘Gonna cum,’ whisper-growl. Hold back. Parquet cracks. Footstep? Outside hall. Panic thrill. Faster tongues. Juices flow. Orgasm builds. Explosive but choked.
The Indiscretion
She cums first. Thighs clamp head. Flood mouth. Swallow quiet. My turn. Hump face hard. Nose in ass. Rim quick. Stars burst. Scream swallowed. Body shakes. Collapse. Pant heavy. Sweat slicks skin. Hold still. Listen. Silence. Safe? Kiss salty lips. Fingers linger in cunts. Slow circles. Afterglow hum.
Sneak out. Door whispers open. Hall empty. Heart hammers chest. Barefoot pad. Cool floor. Stairs creak. Neighbor’s door passes. Light under. Mr. Dupont coughs? Freeze. Gulp. Slip by. My door. Key rattles soft. Inside. Lock clicks. Lean wall. Pussy pulses. Secret burns. Tomorrow? Smiles in elevator. They sleep oblivious. Our dirt hidden. Crave more.