The hallway stretches dim and quiet. Eleventh floor apartment building. Past midnight. Everyone asleep. I slip out for a smoke on the balcony. Her door cracks open. Marie-Anne. Just turned thirty. Star of that dirty theater play. Twenty-five shows. I saw every one. Front row. Watched her suck cock through the curtain. Ride dick on stage. Real. No faking. Her moans echo in my head. Now here she stands. Robe loose. Smiling wicked. Eyes locked. ‘Couldn’t sleep?’ she whispers. Heart slams. Neighbors’ doors line the walls. Thin. Paper-thin. I nod. Step closer. Her scent hits. Perfume and pussy. Fresh from stage sweat. Hand grazes mine. Pulls me in. Door clicks shut. Soft. But loud in silence.
Inside her place. Dark. City glow filters through blinds. Slats stripe her skin. She drops robe. Naked. Perfect tits. Nipples hard. Shaved mound glistens. ‘Saw you tonight,’ she breathes. ‘Every night. Hard for me?’ Fingers trace my bulge. I groan low. Grab her waist. Lips crash. Tongues fight. Hands everywhere. She yanks my pants. Cock springs free. Thick. Veiny. Hers. ‘Fuck me here,’ she hisses. Against door. Risky. Hallway footsteps could echo. Parquet creaks under us. I spin her. Face to wood. Ass out. Cheeks spread. Pussy drips. Wet lips part. I thrust. Raw. No condom. Balls deep. She bites lip. Muffles cry. Walls shake faint.
The Contact
Pounding hard. Slaps echo soft. Her juices squelch. Cock stretches her tight. ‘Deeper,’ she gasps. Voice tiny. Neighbors sleep. Old lady next door. Kids below. Light leaks under her bedroom door. Someone up? No. Parquet groans. Rhythm betrays. I grip hips. Bruise marks. Pull hair. Arch back. She claws door. Fingernails scratch. Tits swing. Nipples scrape paint. Sweat slicks us. Her ass jiggles. I slap. Muffled smack. ‘Quiet,’ I growl. But she bucks wild. Pushes back. Grips cock like vice. Milks me. ‘Gonna cum,’ she whimpers. Eyes roll. Body quakes. Pussy spasms. Squirts on thighs. I ram faster. Balls tighten. Flood her. Hot ropes. Deep. Overflow drips. Legs buckle. We slump. Panting hushed.
Pull out. Cum leaks down her leg. She turns. Kisses soft. ‘Secret,’ she murmurs. Wipe quick. Dress frantic. Door opens. Hall empty. Creep out. Heart thuds loud. Stairs down. Footsteps above. Neighbor guy. Pajamas. Yawns past. Eyes me odd. ‘Late,’ he mumbles. Nod. Smile fake. Key in lock. My door. Next to hers. Slip in. Bed cold. Replay burns. Her moans. Creaks. Cum scent clings. Neighbors oblivious. Our sin pulses. Thrill lingers. Tomorrow? Another show. Another risk.