Our top-floor apartment. New neighbors. Jacques and his wife next door. He’s mid-forties, engineer. I’m twenty-something, fresh-faced. He starts friendly. Jokes to make me laugh. Kisses goodbye on cheeks. Then closer. Lips almost brushing. Elevator rides. His hand on my hip. Fingers tracing skin. Not still. Caressing. Heart quickens. Pulse thumps in ears.
Morning descent. Kiss. Then slap on my ass. I blush. Smile. ‘Good day.’ His hands slide lower. Waist to cheeks. Squeezing soft. Then up. Sides of breasts. I freeze. He’s so nice. Helpful. Can’t protest. One day, direct grab. Palms on ass. Pressing firm. Surprise hits. But doors open. I say nothing. Now routine. Groping ass. Or tits. Full handfuls. Still charming.
The Fever
Evening ride. Elevator hums. He pins me to wall. Kisses mouth hard. I stammer goodbye. Tell husband. He laughs. ‘Old perv.’ Weeks pass. Chance meet. Fingers on ass again. Wife might see. Elevator saves. Slap inside. Pushes me back. Body against mine. Hands knead cheeks. ‘So tempting.’ Kiss. Doors ding. Relief. But thrill lingers. Not hate it. Fear caught. Encounters sporadic. Kisses deepen. Tits always caressed.
Winter gone. Skirts now. Hands slip inside blouse. Bra loose. Full breast gripped. Nipples harden. Thirty seconds max. Six floors fly. I resist less. Innocent game. Courteous too. One day, skirt up. Panties down. Kick free. Stuff in purse. Face burns. Home alone. Replay in mind.
Days later. Hear his door. Wait. No panties today. Surprise him. Fingers frantic on bare ass. No time more. Habit forms. Mornings bare below. Slip on at work. Evenings off before ride. He probes. Fingers graze pussy. Dip in slight. Breath catches. Heart races wild. Upgrade: front-clasp bra. Blouse loose. He yanks tits free. Sucks nipples. Quick. Doors near. Fix fast.
The Blaze
Months burn. Crave it. Initiative: doors close. Drop knees. Zipper down. Cock out. Mouth full. Suck hard. Brief. He stumbles out.
Evenings, trash run. Robe loose. No one around. Text him. Tonight. Enter basement. He’s there. Robe opens. Naked beneath. Pussy wet already. Skin fever-hot. He frees cock. Lifts me. Legs wrap. Thrusts in deep. Raw. Urgent. Walls echo breaths. Pounding heart. Sweat slicks us. Few strokes. He groans. Cum floods hot inside. Hand on clit. Fingers circle. Orgasm crashes. Muffles my scream. Hand over mouth. Shudders rack me.
The Ashes. Elevator up. Cum leaks. Trails thighs warm. Sticky. He kisses soft. Doors part. Separate. Hall talk. Husband hears. ‘Jacques?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘He okay?’ Robe slips. ‘Reckless down there.’ Laughs. ‘If he raped you?’ ‘I’d love it.’ Grin. Bath time. Semen drips endless. Skin still buzzes. Pulse slows. Secret glows. Unique fire. Burned alive. Crave next spark.