Quiet hallway. Dawn light filters through blinds. Whole building sleeps. Thin walls carry every creak. My feet pad soft on worn wood. Corinne’s door ajar next door. Shower hums inside. Hot neighbor. Curves that tease through windows. Husband away. Temptation pulls. Knock light on her bathroom door. Heart thumps.
“One minute,” she murmurs. Voice husky. Water drips. “Enter.”
The Hallway Spark
Push in. Tiny room steams. She’s in oversized tee, yanked hasty. Wet patches cling. Nipples poke sharp, dark tips begging. Panties twisted low. One plump ass cheek bare. Smooth globe gleams. Neglect? Slip? Invite?
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I whisper.
She feigns innocence. Eyes sparkle sly. “Flirting already?”
“Nah. Proper here.”
“Pass then.”
Space tight. Sink blocks. Squeeze by. Body presses flush. Her heat seeps. Ass grinds accidental. No shift from her. Cock twitches. Hardens fast against cheek.
Floor creaks faint. Freeze. Listen. Neighbor’s door silent. She bumps back deliberate. “Feel that? If we weren’t good…”
“Five minutes. No strings.” Breath hot on neck.
Hand grips bare ass. Firm. Squeeze. Other snakes under tee. Palm heavy tit. Thumb rolls nipple stiff. She gasps soft. Arches.
Whispers in the Steam
Panties tug down. Expose slick lips. Finger probes. Cunt drenched. Hot juice coats. “Wet slut,” I hiss.
She nods. Eyes wild. “Quiet. Walls hear.”
Spin her. Bend over sink. Cock out. Thick head nudges slit. Thrust in. Pussy grips tight. Wet squelch muffled. Pump slow. Deep. Balls slap soft.
“Shh,” she pants. Bites lip. Mirror fogs. Reflection blurs—bodies locked, frantic.
Creak. Parquet groans under thrust. Hold. Listen. Footsteps? No. Just pulse roaring. Faster now. Grip hips. Pound. Cunt clenches. “Gonna cum,” I growl low.
“Inside. Quick.” She pushes back. Ass jiggles.
Spurt hot. Fill her. Pulse after pulse. Pull out. Cum drips thigh. Wipe hasty.
Panties up crooked. Tee straightens. Kiss rough. “Again soon.”
Slip out bathroom. Door clicks soft. Hallway empty. Heart hammers chest. Cross to my door. Slow. Neighbor’s light flicks on down hall. Old Mrs. Jenkins peeks. Nod casual. Smile tight. Key turns. Inside safe.
Lock clicks. Lean wall. Breath ragged. Cunt scent lingers fingers. Secret burns sweet. Building wakes blind. Our dirt stays buried. For now.