The hallway smells like old piss from the shared toilet. Dim bulb flickers. Footsteps echo softly. I hear her before I see her. Roselyne. Two years gone. Knocking timidly on my door. Heart skips. Open it slow. There she stands, same long black ponytail, big nose, puffy face. Eyes wide, innocent. ‘Missed you,’ she whispers. Pull her in quick. Door clicks shut. But not before landlady’s door downstairs creaks open a crack. Light spills under mine.
Her mom’s dropping her off Wednesdays. Knows I’m here. But risk hangs thick. Neighbors shuffle in stairs. Pull her close in the narrow hall outside my room. Lips crash. Tongue dives deep. She moans soft, muffled. Hands grab her soft tits through blouse. Buttons pop quiet. Feel those saggy mounds, nipples harden. She gasps. ‘Shh,’ I hiss. Parquet groans under our shift. Peek at door slit. Shadow passes in stairwell.
The Contact
Drag her over threshold. Into my room. Bed sags. Draps fresh for once. Lock engages with a tiny snick. She strips fast. Naked now. Bushy black pubes, wet already. Smells musky, bit of piss. Love it. Push her down. Cock throbs hard. Grind against her thigh. ‘Fuck me,’ she breathes. Glance at door. Light filters underneath, landlady pacing?
The Indiscretion hits hard. Climb on. Pin her wrists. Cockhead nudges her slit. Sloppy wet. Slide in slow. Tight, warm. Virgin blood long gone, but she clenches like first time. Thrust deep. Bedframe rattles soft. ‘Quiet,’ I growl in her ear. She bites lip. Gushes juice. Squelch with each pump. Sweat drips. Her saggy tits flop side to side. Suck one nipple, salty. She whimpers, arches. Fingers dig my back. Nails scratch raw.
The Indiscretion
Pound faster. Balls slap her ass. Muffled thuds. Hear floor creak below—landlady listening? Mom waiting outside? Thrill spikes. Cock swells. She cums first. Body shakes silent. Eyes roll. Pussy milks me. I grunt low, flood her. Cum leaks out, sticky on thighs. Collapse. Pant heavy. Kiss sloppy. Taste her spit.
Pull out. Drip on sheets. Wipe quick with shirt. Help her dress. Blouse crooked, skirt stained. Hug tight. ‘Come again,’ I whisper. She nods, eyes shiny. Crack door. Hall empty. She slips out. Steps light on creaky stairs. Heart hammers. Peek—cross neighbor in stairwell. Old lady eyes us weird. Roselyne smiles shy, hurries down. Door slams distant. Back inside. Door shut. Lie still. Adrenaline buzz. Secret safe. For now. Cock twitches at memory. Neighbors sleep clueless. But we fucked raw, inches from them.