The hallway smelled of stale laundry and faint cigarette smoke. 2 a.m. Couldn’t sleep. Throat dry. Padded out in boxers and tee. Bare feet silent on cold tiles. Then, her door cracked open. Anna. The curvy brunette from 3B. Nightie clinging to her tits, nipples hard against silk. She froze. Eyes locked. ‘Can’t sleep either?’ she whispered. Voice husky. Heart slammed. Looked her up and down. Legs bare, thighs thick. Door swung wider. ‘Come in,’ she breathed. No choice. Stepped over threshold. Door clicked shut. Too loud? Listened. Building dead quiet. Everyone asleep.
Her apartment dim. Streetlight sliced through blinds. Slats glowing orange. She pressed against me. Body heat. Smell of her skin, musky, aroused. Hands on my chest. ‘Shh,’ she said. Fingers trailed down. Gripped my cock through boxers. Already hard. Throbbed. Pulled it out. Stroked slow. ‘Been watching you,’ she murmured. ‘Through the peephole.’ Fuck. Leaned in. Kissed rough. Tongues wet. Sloppy. Hands under nightie. Pussy soaked. Bald. Slippery fingers slid in. She gasped. Bit my lip to stifle.
The Contact
Pushed her to wall. Nightie hiked up. Legs spread. Cockhead nudged her slit. Wet heat. Thrust in. Deep. She clenched. ‘Fuck,’ I hissed. Walls thin. Neighbors inches away. Started pumping. Slow at first. Her nails dug shoulders. Breaths hot on neck. ‘Harder,’ she begged. Whisper only. Floor creaked under us. Parquet groaned. Every thrust louder. Her tits bounced. Sweat slick. Pussy gripped tight. Juices dripped down balls. Slap of skin muffled. Barely. Light under her bedroom door flickered? Someone up? No. Paranoia. Kept going. Faster. Her moans rose. Hand over mouth. Mine too. Eyes wide. Fear mixed with lust.
The Indiscretion
Moved to bed. Springs whined. Bad idea. But she pulled me down. On top. Rode hard. Ass slapping thighs. Hair wild. Sweat poured. ‘Gonna cum,’ she panted. Clit ground my pubes. Body shook. Pussy spasmed. Milked me. Couldn’t hold. Shot deep. Hot spurts. Filled her. Collapsed. Panting. Listened. Footsteps? No. Just heart pounding. Kissed soft now. ‘Secret,’ she said. Nodded. Slipped out bed. Pulled up boxers. Cum leaked down her thigh. She wiped with sheet. Grinned.
Door opened quiet. Hallway empty. Crept back. Door almost shut. Heart raced. Elevator dinged far off. Froze. Old Mrs. Kline shuffled out. Nightgown flapping. ‘Who’s there?’ croaked. Breath held. Slipped inside. Lock clicked soft. Back in bed. Cock still twitched. Sheets cold. Replay in head. Her pussy. The creaks. Risk. Neighborhood slept. Our dirty secret safe. For now. Craved more. Already.