It’s 2 a.m. The building’s dead quiet. I step into the dim hallway, trash bag in hand. Light spills under Anna’s door from apartment 3B. My hot neighbor. Blonde curls, tight ass in yoga pants. We’ve nodded hello for months. Tonight, her door cracks open. She peeks out, silk robe slipping off one shoulder. Full tits peek. Eyes lock. Hungry.
“Can’t sleep,” she whispers. Voice husky. I freeze. Heart thumps. “Me neither.” Door widens. She pulls me in. No words. Lips crash. Tongues tangle wet. Hands roam. Her robe hits the floor. Naked. Smooth skin. Hard nipples brush my chest. I yank my shirt off. Pants drop. Cock springs hard, throbbing.
The Hallway Spark
Parquet creaks underfoot. We freeze. Listen. Nothing. Her bedroom door’s ajar. Light filters through blinds from streetlamp. Shadows dance. She drops to knees. Grips my shaft. Strokes slow. Tongue flicks tip. Salty pre-cum. Sucks deep. Gags soft. I groan low. Hand in her hair. Thrust gentle. Walls thin. Neighbors sleep.
She stands. Pushes me to bed. Springs squeak faint. Straddles. Pussy drips on my cockhead. Wet heat. Slides down. Inch by inch. Tight. Fills her. We rock slow. Hips grind. Clit rubs shaft. Breaths hot on neck. “Shh,” she hisses. Lips bite mine. Faster now. Bedframe taps wall. Thud. Thud. Stop. Listen. Silence. Grin. Risk fuels fire.
Flip her. On all fours. Ass up. Pussy glistens. Slam in. Balls slap. Wet smacks muffled. She buries face in pillow. Moans choked. Fingers dig sheets. I pound. Sweat drips. Her walls clench. Milk me. Back arches. “Fuck, yes,” whisper-growl. Door’s shut but light under it glows. Any neighbor up? Hear us?
Whispers and Creaks
Pull out. She spins. Legs spread wide. Dive in. Tongue laps folds. Suck clit. Fingers plunge. Gush juice. Tastes tangy. Hips buck. Hand clamps mouth. Body shakes. Cums hard. Quivers silent. I climb up. Cock slides back. Missionary. Deep. Legs wrap waist. Nail scratches back. Pace builds. Balls tighten.
Edge hits. “Gonna cum,” grunt soft. She nods. “Inside.” Pump hard. Flood her. Hot spurts. Pulse. Collapse. Pant quiet. Sweat-soaked. Hold still. Listen. Distant cough? No. Safe.
Minutes pass. Kiss slow. She smiles wicked. “Go.” I dress quick. Sneak out. Hallway empty. Heart hammers. Stairs creak under feet. Pass old Mr. Jenkins’ door. Light off. Sleeping. My apartment. Lock clicks soft. Bed. Replay. Pussy grip. Creaks. Thrill lingers. Secret burns. Tomorrow? Nod hello. Like nothing. Neighborhood none wiser.