The hallway light flickered dimly, casting long shadows on the worn carpet. It was past midnight, the building silent except for the distant hum of a fridge. I fumbled with my keys after that wild bar night with Airelle, my cock still half-hard from her teasing dances and exposed tits. Footsteps whispered behind me. Her door creaked open. Airelle stood there in a thin satin robe, eyes gleaming, hair tousled. ‘Come in,’ she breathed, voice husky. ‘Neighbors are asleep. Don’t wake them.’ Her hand grazed my arm, pulling me across the threshold. The door clicked shut softly. Through the peephole, I glimpsed the empty hall. Her apartment smelled of jasmine and whiskey. She pressed against me, lips brushing my ear. ‘Show me how a cock works up close.’ My heart hammered. One thin wall separated us from old Mrs. Duval next door.
She yanked my shirt off, nails scraping my chest. ‘Quiet,’ she hissed, but her robe slipped, revealing firm tits, nipples hard as pebbles. I cupped them, thumbs circling rough. She gasped, stifling it with her palm. Parquet groaned under our shifting feet. Her hand dove into my pants, gripping my thickening shaft. ‘Fuck, it’s pulsing already.’ She stroked slow, eyes locked on mine, learning. I backed her to the wall near the window. Curtains swayed, streetlight filtering through slats, stripes on her skin. ‘Suck it,’ I whispered. She dropped to knees, wood creaking. Wet mouth engulfed me, slurping muffled. I gripped her hair, thrusting shallow. Gags choked soft. Beyond the window, a car passed slow—someone walking dog? Panic spiked pleasure. Her tongue swirled my head, spit dripping. ‘Deeper,’ I grunted low. She obeyed, throat tightening.
The Contact
Pushed her up, spun her face to wall. Robe hiked, ass bare, pussy glistening. ‘Wet for neighbor cock?’ ‘Shut up and fuck me silent.’ Slid in raw, tight heat clenching. She bit her lip bloody, moan dying in throat. Thrusts short, brutal, hips slapping muffled. Floorboards protested with each pump—crack, crack. Her walls from thin plaster? Fuck. Sweaty tits mashed to paint. Hand over her mouth, I railed harder. ‘Gonna cream this cunt.’ She bucked back, clit grinding my palm. Light under door flickered—hall motion sensor? Footsteps? No, just pulse roaring. She spasmed first, thighs quivering, juices slicking my balls. Bit my fingers to silence screams. I unloaded deep, grunting into her neck, hot spurts flooding. Pulled out, cum trickled down her thigh. We panted, frozen, listening. Silence.
She kissed me sloppy, tasting salt. ‘Lesson one: risky fucks.’ Tugged robe straight, handed my shirt. Door opened whisper-quiet. Hall empty, but heart thundered like drums. Crept to my door, key shaking. Light under neighbor’s door glowed—had they heard? Slipped inside, back pressed to wood, cock twitching replay. Secret burned sweet. Tomorrow, polite nods in elevator. Her wink would say it all.