It’s 2 a.m. Hallway lights dim, buzzing faintly. I step out for a smoke, door clicks shut soft. Her door cracks open across the hall. Airelle, back from Reunion, hair tousled, silk robe slipping off one shoulder. Eyes lock. She smiles wicked, whispers, ‘Can’t sleep?’ Parquet creaks under my bare feet as I cross. Heart thuds. Neighbors asleep, walls thin. She pulls me in, door shuts with a hush. Breath hot on my neck. ‘Missed this,’ she murmurs, hand on my chest. Window blinds half-open, streetlight filters in stripes. Her robe falls. Tits bare, nipples hard. I grab her waist, push against wall. Lips crash, tongues wet, sloppy.
Fingers dig into her ass. She gasps, ‘Quiet, fuck.’ Building silent, but any moan echoes. She drops to knees, parquet groans. Zipper down slow. My cock springs out, thick, veiny. She licks tip, salty pre-cum. Sucks deep, throat gags soft. Slurps echo too loud. I pull her up, spin her. Bend over couch facing window. Pussy drips, shaved smooth. I rub head along slit, tease clit. She bites lip, ‘Fuck me now.’ Thrust in raw. Tight, wet heat grips. Walls paper-thin, bed creaks next door faint snores.
The Contact
Pound hard, skin slaps muffled. She claws couch, whispers, ‘Deeper, make me cum.’ Switch, her on top. Straddles reverse, ass cheeks spread. Bounces slow, cunt swallows cock. Blinds rattle light. Footsteps? No, just heart. She grinds clit on me, moans choked. ‘Gonna squirt,’ she hisses. Gush hot, soaks thighs. I flip her, missionary brutal. Legs wide, ankles by ears. Balls slap ass wet. Her eyes wild, ‘Fill me.’ Tension builds, balls tight. Growl low, pump cum deep. Pulses throb, overflow leaks.
Collapse sweaty, panting hushed. She kisses neck, ‘Perfect risk.’ Glance door, light under cracks from hall. Slip out bed, cock slick drips. Dress quick, bulge obvious. She blows kiss. Door opens silent. Hall empty, but stairs creak distant. Heart hammers chest. Pass neighbor’s door, Mrs. old lady coughs inside. Hold breath. Elevator dings far. Back to my door, key shakes. Inside, lock clicks. Lean wall, grin. Secret safe. Pussy taste lingers. Tomorrow, eye contact hall? Fuck yes.