Summer night. Hallway dim. Light slips under Bruno and Carole’s door. Match blares from their TV. Muffled cheers. I pause, key in hand. My apartment next door. Thin walls. But tonight, door ajar. Heatwave. They forgot to latch.
Ear to crack. Bruno slouched on couch. Shorts loose. Feet up. Carole emerges from bathroom. Tee-shirt barely covers ass. No panties. She curls up beside him. Hand on his chest. He ignores. Eyes glued to screen.
The Contact
She growls low. Fours on couch. Dives under shorts. Pulls out his soft cock. Lips wrap it. Sucks slow. Slurps quiet. He hardens. Grows in her mouth. Tongue flicks balls. Muffled wet sounds. TV commentators rise. He tenses. Almost pulls away.
She quits. Mad. Grabs rag from kitchen. Stands between him and TV. Climbs low table. Wipes chandelier fake. Shirt rides up. Shaved pussy lips swell. Trimmed bush. Legs spread. He cranes neck. Peeks between thighs. Growls. She flings rag. Storms to bedroom. Door slams soft.
Match ends. TV off. Footsteps. Bruno strips shorts. Bare cock swings. Heads down hall. Hesitates. Pushes bedroom door. She’s prone on futon. Ass up. Shirt bunched. Pussy peeks between thighs.
I creep closer. Heart thuds. Parquet creaks faint. Pray no one hears. Their window blinds gap. Hallway lamp filters through. I press against wall. Peek in.
She rolls. Side. Legs up. Pussy lips puff. He sits. Strokes himself. Watches. She flips back. Arms overhead. Knee bent. Cunt opens. He lifts shirt. Fingers bush. Circles mound. Thighs part slow.
The Indiscretion
Finger dips. She moans muffled. Hips buck. Eyes shut fake. Pretend sleep. He rubs clit. Dives in. Wet squelch. She grabs his cock. Guides. ‘Fuck me,’ whisper-hiss. He thrusts hard. Balls slap. Pussy grips.
She flips him. Mounts. Sinks deep. Ass claps thighs. Tits bounce. Grinds clit on pubes. Fucks wild. Slows. Rubs herself on shaft. Remounts. Slams down. Freezes. Cums hard. Body shakes. Silent scream. He pumps. Cum floods her. Leaks out.
She collapses. Pussy gapes. Cum pearls lips. He snaps pic. Flash faint. She laughs low. Rolls knees. Ass high. ‘Round two?’
My cock throbs. Hand in pants. Stroke quiet. Balls tight. Risk neighbors. Footsteps echo stairwell? No. Just pulse. Cum spurts pants. Hot mess. Wipe quick.
Slip back. Door clicks mine. Heart hammers. Staircase dark. Cross old lady downstairs. Smile tight. ‘Goodnight.’ She nods. Unaware. Secret burns. Replay moans. Pussy flash. Their bed creak haunts. Neighborhood sleeps. I buzz.