didnt take me long enough to figure out who my neighbor was after i moved in here to my new apartment. On one of those early nights there, I was coming back late. I hadn’t hooked up with anyone, but I was feeling pretty horny.
Then I saw him, a guy in the hall who was also getting home late. I smiled at him, and made my move. Hooking up on impulse with someone you’re likely to see all the time isn’t very clever. I was aware that it was a foolish thing to do, even if I didn’t understand just how foolish it was, but I was horny and a little tipsy.
He came back to mine and we fucked on the sofa. I still knew next to nothing about him, but he was turned on and ready to go so I didn’t care that he was a stranger. When he removed his clothes, I saw that he was already hard. It was a beautiful cock and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it. In a sixty nine position, we went down on each other for a while. I wanted to feel that hard cock inside of me, though, so I climbed on top and bounced on him until I came hard. Then, he lifted me off him and shot his hot load over my stomach.
It was a good fuck, and I was hoping for more. A few days later, though, I realized what I had done. I saw his wife and realized how awkward I had made things. We still haven’t talked about what happened, or if his wife has any idea what happened, but I see them in the halls every now and then and I just don’t know where to look.
i actually wish we could fuck again, maybe behind his wifes back.