Dim hallway light flickers. Our apartments face each other. Isabelle leans close, green eyes sparkling, curly light-brown hair framing her smirk. “So? What do you think of my proposition?” Her voice a husky whisper. Heart races. Neighbors’ doors silent, everyone asleep.
I’ve been chasing her. Charming, provocative. Perfect tits, killer legs in short skirts. We’ve dated, fucked once. Now this: strip game turning dares, leading to her filthy fantasy. I nod. She grins. Door creaks open. We slip inside her place. Parquet groans underfoot. Light seeps under her door from the hall.
The Contact
Game on. I slide off her skirt. Thighs velvet. Bra next. Heavy tits spill free. Nipples hard. My turn lost. She tugs my pants. Hand grazes my bulging briefs. Tongue licks lips. Cock throbs. Final round. Her blue panties descend slow. Bare pussy glistens.
The Indiscretion
“I love dirty games,” she breathes. “I’ll edge you slow till you cum. Catch it in this glass. Time it. Your turn next. Beat my time, I drink your load. Lose, you gulp it.” Fuck. Rope? She ties my hands expert behind back. Worry flickers. But cock stays rigid. She yanks briefs down. Shaft springs free, inches from her face. “Juicy,” she purrs. “Kneel on couch. Timer starts.”
The Silence