The hallway light buzzes faintly. Dim, yellow glow filters under doors. Everyone asleep in the building. I knock softly on their door. Heart thuds. Footsteps. Door cracks open. Karine stands there. Neighbor’s wife. Stunning. Mid-thirties. Curves that kill. She smiles, whispers, ‘Sylvio, right? Come in. Quietly.’ Her silk robe clings. Nipples poke through. Photographer husband nods from shadows. ‘Balcony. Morning light perfect.’ We slip out. Cool air hits skin. Balcony overlooks sleepy neighborhood. Parasols sway in breeze. Big corner sofa waits, white cushions thick. Fiber creaks under weight. She drops robe. Naked. Perfect tits high, ass round. I strip. Cock twitches already. Hands cover it shyly. She laughs low. ‘Relax. Pose natural.’ He sets up camera. Click. Click. We touch backs. Skin electric. Her breath quickens.
She lies back on sofa. I kneel beside. Eyes lock. Sun rises slow, golden slivers through distant blinds. Neighbors’ windows dark. She grabs my hand. Guides it to belly. Circles slow. Skin warms. ‘More,’ she mouths. Hand up to tits. I squeeze. Pinch nipples hard. They peak. She arches. Sweat beads. Head turns. Tongue on neck. Salty. She moans soft—muffled. Sofa groans under shift. I freeze. Listen. Nothing. Her hand snakes back. Grabs my ass. Pulls close. Fingers find cock. Strokes firm. Precum slicks. Hard as rock. Arm under her. Hand dives low. Pubis smooth. Fingers part lips. Wet. Hot. Pussy drips. She spreads thigh. Foot on knee. I rub clit. Slow circles. She bites lip. Eyes roll. Mouth seeks mine. Tongues tangle wet. Sloppy kisses. No poses now. Real.
The Contact
She pushes me back. Straddles. Guides cock in. Pussy swallows deep. Tight. Grips like vice. She rocks slow. Sofa creaks rhythmic. Muffled thumps. ‘Shh,’ she hisses. Neighborhood stirs? No. Birds chirp faint. I thrust up. Balls slap ass soft. She grinds clit on me. Tits bounce. I suck nipple. Bite gentle. She claws back. Faster. Pussy clenches. So close. Flip her. Knees on cushions. Ass up. High cheeks part. Pink hole winks. Slam in. Deep. She buries face in pillow. Muffled cries. ‘Fuck me!’ Whispers raw. I slap ass. Red prints. Pull hair. Arch neck. Pound hard. Basin crashes. Wet slaps echo low. Neighbors hear? Balconies close. Blinds twitch? No time. She begs seed. I pull out. Cum ropes on back. Thick. Hot. She smears it. Sucks cock clean. Tongue swirls. Revives me.
The Indiscretion
Slow now. Spoon on sofa. Cock slides in gentle. Deep kisses. She clings. Whimpers soft. Pussy milks. We cum together. Shudders. Gasps choked. Bodies slick. He clicks away. Forgotten. Dawn brightens. Lights flicker in windows.
We disentangle. Hearts hammer. Dress quick. Kisses stolen. Slip inside. Hallway silent. Stairs creak under feet. Cross old lady. She yawns. ‘Early bird?’ Nods sleepy. Secret safe. Door clicks shut. Cock still throbs. Replay in mind. Balcony moans. Risk sweet. Neighborhood none wiser.