Dim hallway light buzzes faintly. Floorboards creak under my sneakers. Saturday afternoon, April. Building dead quiet, like everyone’s napping or out. Mailbox empty. I turn. There she is. Sandrine. Unlocking the door right next to mine. Blonde hair cascades down. Same curves I jerked off to for years.
Eyes lock. Her jaw drops. ‘You?’ Whispered, barely audible. Two years vanish. My cock twitches instant. She grabs my arm. Pulls me close. Door to her studio cracks open. Faint light spills from inside. ‘In. Now.’ Breath hot on my neck. Heart hammers. Neighbors upstairs, downstairs. Thin walls. Anyone could peek.
The Contact
Inside. Door snicks shut. Her mouth crashes mine. Tongues sloppy, urgent. Hands everywhere. She yanks my shirt up. I grope her tits through blouse. Full, heavy. Nipples poke hard. ‘Missed this,’ she hisses. Jeans unzip. Her hand dives in. Grips my throbbing cock. Strokes rough. Pre-cum slicks her palm.
I shove her against wall. Kiss neck. Suck lobe. She moans soft. Too loud? Parquet groans as we shift. Light filters under door. Footsteps outside? No. Just pulse roaring. Her fingers claw my back. ‘Fuck me. Quick.’ Pants drop. Her pussy shaved smooth. Wet already. Drips down thigh.
Bend her over bed. Ass up. Perfect. I spit on cockhead. Rub slit. She bites pillow. I thrust in. Tight. Hot. Gushes around me. ‘Shh,’ I grunt. Walls paper-thin. Old guy next door always complains. Pound slow at first. Wet slaps echo muffled. Her cunt clenches. Juices soak balls.
The Indiscretion
Faster. Bedframe taps wall. Thud. Thud. She stifles gasps. ‘Harder. Don’t stop.’ I cover her mouth. Fingers slick from her. Smell musky. Sweat beads. Parquet cracks under knees. Curtains sway. Streetlight peeks through blinds. Shadow of passerby? Fuck. Thrill spikes. Could be seen. Neighbors wake?
She bucks back. Ass jiggles. ‘Cum inside.’ I rail deep. Balls tighten. Her pussy spasms. Orgasms silent, shaking. I explode. Flood her. Hot spurts. Pull out. Cum leaks down legs. Drip on floor. We pant. Sticky mess. Kiss sloppy. ‘Secret,’ she whispers.
Pants up. Heart slams chest. Crack door. Hallway empty. Creep out. Her door clicks. Mine three steps. Key rattles. Inside safe. Lock turns. Lean against door. Cock still leaks. Ears strain. No knocks. No voices. Secret safe. Neighborhood sleeps on. Grin. Best fuck ever.