2 AM. Building dead quiet. Balcony cool under feet. Thin caraco clings damp. Nipples poke fabric. Backyard dark. Laundry room light hums faint below. Eyes drift next door. His balcony. Lumen’s. Tall frame leans rail. Shirt unbuttoned. Chest gleams moonlit. Catches my stare. Smirks. Fingers beckon slow.
Pulse jumps. Neighbors sleep. Risk spikes thrill. Everyone oblivious. Slip inside. Hallway shadows long. Parquet creaks soft under bare soles. Heart thuds loud. Echoes too much? Light slits under his door. Yellow glow tempts. Fist hovers. Knock whisper-light. Tap. Tap.
The Contact
Door cracks. His eyes burn. ‘Alice.’ Voice gravel-low. Arm snakes out. Yanks me in. Door clicks shut. Back slams wall. Mouth crashes mine. Tongue thrusts deep. Tastes whiskey. Hands rip caraco straps. Tits spill free. Fingers pinch nipples hard. Gasp escapes. ‘Shh.’ He growls. Palm clamps mouth. Cock grinds thigh through pants. Steel hard.
‘See you watching.’ Breaths hot neck. Fingers dive panties. Pussy soaked. Two plunge in. Curl. Pump slow. Knees buckle. Muffled whimper. ‘Wet slut.’ Nips ear. Pulls fingers. Sucks clean. Eyes lock. ‘Want fucked? Here? Now?’
Nod frantic. Pants drop. Cock springs thick. Veins bulge. Head purple slick. Push couch. Face window. Blinds gap inch. Streetlamp filters. Anyone glance up? Thrill coils gut. Ass out. Legs spread. He spits palm. Rubs shaft. Tip nudges slit. Pushes. Stretches wide. Inch by inch. Burn sweet. Bury groan in cushion.
The Indiscretion
Thrusts start shallow. Build. Skin slaps muffled. Wet squelch. Pussy grips. ‘Fuck tight.’ Grunts hushed. Hand fists hair. Yanks head back. Mirror across room. Our eyes meet reflection. Wild. Feral. Faster. Couch groans creak. Freeze. Listen. Footsteps hall? Nothing. Resume. Pound brutal. Balls slap clit. Orgasm builds. Coils tight.
‘Cum quiet.’ Fingers clit rub rough. Shatter. Walls clench. Milk cock. Bite arm silent scream. He swells. Grunts low. Hips stutter. Floods hot. Cum drips thighs. Collapse pant. Sweat slicks skin. Kiss sloppy. ‘Our secret.’ Whispers.
Panties up. Cum smears. Slip door. Hallway chills. Steps creep stairs. Heart hammers chest. Door above creaks. Mrs. Jenkins descends. Sleepy eyes. ‘Late?’ Mumbles. Smile tight. ‘Insomnia.’ Voice steady. Pass close. Scent her lotion. No clue. Pussy throbs cum-leak. Key turns. Inside safe. Lock clicks. Lean wall. Breath ragged. Grin slow. Secret burns sweet. Balcony calls tomorrow?