Hallway light flickered dim. Helena grabbed my arm there, whispered dinner invite. Heart skipped. She’d ignored me forever. Now this? Rumors said her mouth was magic. Guys raved. Me, fifteen years older? Fuck yeah.
Rang her bell that night. Cock throbbed already. Door opened. Tight dress hugged her curvy hips, full tits. But I stared at her lips. Smirked. This’d be good.
The Hallway Pull-In
Dinner hit fast. Plates clinked soft. She sat, ate slow. Silence thick. I chatted weather, work. Monosyllables back. Tried flirty shit. Nothing. Half hour in, pissed. What’s her game? Eyes on plate, curls hiding face. No blush, no tease.
I shut up ten minutes. Floorboards creaked under my shift. Still nothing. Vets like me read women easy. Not her. Frigid? Nympho? No clue. Thought of yanking zipper, slapping cock on table. Nah, too old for that shit.
Dessert done. She wiped lips deliberate. Stood. Walked hallway. Gone. Disappointment stung. Assumed piss break. Got up to leave. Quiet apartment. Peeked bedroom door, open. Froze.
Naked. Kneeling on huge bed. Tits full, hair spilling over. Stared at my crotch. Invitation clear. Belt unbuckled half. She frowned. Stopped. She crawled over, cat-like. Undid pants. Slid them down. Boxers next, reverent. Grabbed my raging dick.
No swallow. Tongue flicked glans light. Pulled me onto bed. Long tongue lapped like kitten milk. Slow licks. Precise. Heat built soft in my gut. Queen for real. Saliva coated, hypersensitive.
Muffled Moans in the Night
Watched her body bend. Plump curves perfect. Ass up, swaying. Tempting cheeks promised anal. She deepthroated slow. Gland hit throat, past. Weird tickle. Deeper still. Unmatched.
Then she mounted. Wet pussy engulfed. Like hot vinyl. Exploded in. She rode wild. Fish to water down, tease up. Face twisted bliss. Cute squeaks escaped. Muffled, mouse-like. Walls thin—neighbors slept feet away. Heart raced.
Grabbed her gut, tits. Sucked nipple hard. Bit light. She slowed, moaned longer. Flipped her down. Rammed deep. Kissed neck sweat. Tongue in mouth, salty. She clawed ass, pulled harder.
Sat up, turned her. Doggy. Slapped pussy wet. Fingers all in. She bucked frog-like, ass begging. Slid cock slow. Hands pinned cheeks. Thrusts built. Fast. She jolted, hair flying. Balls slapped sheets.
She mewled sharp. Body shook. Came hard, arched back. Fell on me reverse. Pounded up. Tougher, hotter. Rolled her prone. Legs tight. Fucked pussy clench. Switched ass. Unloaded deep.
She lay still. I dressed quiet. Slipped out. Door clicked soft. Stairs creaked under feet. Heart hammered. Neighbor passed, nodded sleepy. No clue. Secret safe. Her silence? One-night rule. Worth it. That mouth—hygiene trick or not—ruined me.