The hallway light flickered dim yellow at 2 a.m. Carpet muffled my bare feet. Thin nightie clung to my heavy 38D tits, nipples hard from the chill. I’d been restless, pussy tingling from old memories of boy cocks spurting in the shed. Then, his door creaked. Young neighbor, maybe 30, shirt half-open, eyes bleary from beer. Our gazes locked. He smirked, staring at my deep cleavage. ‘Can’t sleep, Diane?’ Whisper rough. I stepped closer, tits brushing his arm. ‘Too hot.’ Heart thumped. His hand grazed my hip. Door half-open behind him. Voices murmured faint from next apartment. Risk hit like lightning. I nodded inside.
He pulled me in. Door clicked soft. Hall light sliced under the frame like a warning. Apartment smelled of sweat and laundry. We crashed against the wall. His mouth hot on mine, tongue thrusting crude. Hands yanked my nightie down. Tits spilled out, big dark areolas puckered. ‘Fuck, these udders,’ he growled low. Squeezed hard. I gasped, muffled. Floorboards groaned under us. ‘Shh, neighbors,’ I hissed, but pussy dripped. Fumbled his pants. Cock sprang free. Uncut, thick, foreskin half-back. Just like my first loves. Veins pulsed. I peeled it slow, glans shining wet. Precum beaded. Childhood rush flooded me.
The Contact
Dropped to knees. Carpet bit skin. Sucked him deep, tongue swirling the slit. He groaned, fist in my dyed black hair. ‘Quiet,’ I whispered, lips popping off. Slurped louder, spit trailing. Cock throbbed, foreskin sliding easy. Bed nearby creaked as he backed into it. Pulled me up. Nightie ripped off. Naked now, my 5’4″ frame against his. Pushed me down. Mattress sagged, springs whined sharp. Too loud. I froze, ears straining. TV hummed next door. He mounted fast. Cockhead nudged my soaked lips. Thrust in raw. No rubber. Pussy stretched, juices squelched soft. ‘Fuck yes,’ I breathed. He pounded steady, balls slapping muffled.
The Indiscretion
Tits bounced wild. Grabbed them, sucked nipples hard. Biting edge. I clawed his back, legs locked. Parquet cracked under bed leg. Shifted weight. Light from street filtered blinds, shadows dancing. Any peek? Heart hammered. Faster now, cock swelling. ‘Gonna cum,’ he grunted low. Pulled out sudden. Hot jets hit my tits. Spurt one, two, three—thick ropes, 8 inches easy. Measured in mind like old games. Warm, sticky, sweet-salty scent. I scooped with fingers, rubbed into skin. Licked clean, moaning hushed. He watched, cock twitching last drops. ‘Dirty old slut,’ he panted. Kissed sloppy.
Slipped from bed. Floor cold. Nightie on quick, cum drying sticky on chest. Door cracked. Peeked hall empty. Heart pounded wild. Crept out. Footsteps echoed stairwell. His door shut whisper-soft. Down hall, another door opened. Old lady neighbor, robe loose. ‘Night, Diane.’ Eyes narrowed? Did she smell sex? ‘Night,’ I chirped, tits heaving. Key turned shaky. Inside my place, door bolted. Leaned back, pussy throbbing, cum smears under nightie. Secret safe. Neighborhood slept. My fix burned fresh.