The hallway glows dim under the emergency light. Cool tiles kiss my bare feet. Past midnight, mid-July heat lingers sticky. Marion and Babette crashed hard after our lingerie spree. New lace thong rides up my slick lips—the one Nadine adjusted with those expert fingers. Robe hangs loose, nipples hard against silk. Pussy throbs from today’s teases. Can’t sleep. Need release.
Door across creaks open. Christine slips out. Neighbor, lover. Sheer nightie clings to her full tits, dark bush shadow underneath. Eyes meet. Hungry. She whispers, ‘Heard you on the phone earlier. Girls playing?’
The Contact
I nod, step closer. Hallway empty. Voices echo soft. ‘They’re out cold. You alone? Babette’s with me.’ Her breath hot on my neck. Fingers brush my thigh under robe. Spark. Streetlight filters through stairwell window, stripes her curves. Heart hammers. Risky here—doors line both sides, neighbors snoring behind thin panels.
‘They’ll hear,’ I hiss. She grins, pulls my wrist. ‘Not if quiet.’ Her door ajar. I glance back—my place dark, girls’ breaths steady. Cross threshold. Click. Inside her foyer. Safe? No. Walls paper-thin.
She pins me to wall. Lips crush wet. Tongue invades. Hands yank robe open. Fingers hook thong aside, stab my dripping cunt. Two knuckles deep. I stifle gasp, bite her shoulder. ‘Fuck, so wet,’ she murmurs. Pussy squelches softly. Pull out, smear juice on my tits. Suck nipple hard. I claw her ass, grind against thigh.
Stumble to living room. Blinds slat moonlight. Couch looms. Robes pool. Lace only. She shoves me down. Spreads my legs. Dives in. Tongue laps clit, slurps lips. ‘Shh.’ I clutch cushion, thighs quake. Her ass up, pussy winks at me—glistening. Finger her hole. Tight, hot. Add thumb to ass. She bucks, moans into my thigh.
The Indiscretion
Flip. Sixty-nine. Faces buried. Her clit swells on my tongue. Suck, flick. Juices flood mouth—salty, musky. She fingers me rough, three now, palm grinds hood. Couch springs groan. Freeze. Listen. Parquet cracks under shift. Next door TV hums low. Neighbor coughs. Terror spikes lust. ‘Don’t stop,’ she begs muffled.
Legs scissor. Cunts mash. Wet slaps echo hushed. Clits rub furious. Tits bounce. Sweat slicks skin. Fingers dig hips. Build fast. She trembles first—’Cumming’—voice choked. Pussy pulses, squirts light on my thigh. I shatter. Waves rip, thighs clamp. Bite lip bloody. Hold breath. No scream.
Collapse panting. Minutes tick. Hearts thunder. She licks me clean, slow. ‘Perfect,’ whispers. Kiss salty lips. Lace ruined, soaked.
Door cracks. Peek hallway. Empty. Dash across. Bare feet slap quiet. Robe flaps. Heart slams ribs. My door—light under girls’ room? Snore drifts. Slip in. Lock. Lean wall, pussy leaks down thigh. Fingers taste us. Secret locked. Neighborhood sleeps oblivious. Grin wicked. Tomorrow’s journal burns.