Rented apartment for one night

Hello everyone! My name is Anna, and I finally decided to tell you a story that happened to me a couple of months ago. I'm 29 now, 5'6", with dark, shoulder-length hair and a C-cup bust. My husband had been working remotely for two weeks at the time, and I felt like I really needed to take a breather and be alone. We generally get along, but sometimes I just want that – to rent an apartment for a day in another neighborhood, where no one bothers me or asks when I'll be back. Just to disconnect from everything and from myself. I chose an option on Avito – a minimalist one-room apartment in a new building, with large windows and a view of the city at night. The owner wrote that it was quiet and peaceful. How wrong she was. I arrived in the evening, around nine. The apartment was exactly as pictured: white walls, minimal furniture—just a wide bed, a low sofa, a kitchen island, and huge, curtainless windows. Outside, the neon light from the sign of the neighboring bar flickered—red and blue stripes slid across the ceiling and my body as I undressed. I peeled off my jeans and sweater, remaining in just a thin top and panties, poured myself a glass of wine from the bottle I'd brought with me, and stretched out on the bed. Silence. Perfect. But the silence lasted for about ten minutes. First, I heard laughter—female, loud, a little drunken. Then a low male voice said something, and immediately after that, a groan. Loud, drawn-out, the kind that immediately sent shivers down my spine. The wall between the apartments was paper-thin. I heard everything: them kissing, her whispering, "Harder," the slap of skin against skin. I lay still, feeling the heat and wetness between my legs. My fingers slid under the elastic of my panties. I hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but my body was already reacting. They weren't shy at all—moaning, laughing, shifting positions. I even caught the words: "Katya, turn around... like this..." About twenty minutes later, I couldn't just lie there anymore. My heart was pounding, the wine was rushing to my head, and excitement was washing over me in waves. I stood up, threw on only a light robe I found in the closet (short, silky, clearly not for me) over my naked body, and walked out into the hallway. The neighbors' door was just a few steps away. I knocked—softly at first, then a little harder. I wanted to say something like, "Guys, I'm trying to sleep here," but when the door opened, all the words flew out of my head. A guy of about twenty-eight stood in the doorway—tall, fit, with dark hair damp with sweat and a light stubble. He was wearing only loose shorts, and it was clear he was still hard underneath. A girl flashed into the room behind him—red-haired, with a short haircut, wearing only a men's T-shirt that barely covered her bottom. Both were flushed, their eyes shining. "Oh..." the guy smiled apologetically, but somehow very confidently. "Neighbor? Sorry, we got a little carried away." The girl (Katya, as I later found out) looked out from behind his shoulder and laughed: "Damn, we thought we were the only ones on this floor. Come in, we'll turn it down. Or... would you like some wine? We just opened the second bottle." I didn't even understand how I ended up at their place. The apartment was almost a mirror of mine, only a little more cluttered: clothes on the floor, an open bottle, two glasses, and a huge bed where someone had clearly just made love. The neon light from the window fell exactly the same way, coloring everything red and blue. We sat on the edge of the bed—me in my short robe, them across from me. The conversation started with jokes about thin walls, then about my husband's remote work, then about how lucky they were to rent an apartment for one night "just to fuck." They were young, uninhibited, and looked at me as if I was already part of their game. Katya was the first to reach out and straighten a strand of my hair that had fallen out from behind my ear. "You're very beautiful," she said quietly. "And you obviously didn't knock for no reason." Dima (that was the guy's name) didn't wait. He leaned over and kissed my neck—hot, confident, right where the vein was pulsing. I exhaled, and it felt like permission. Katya bukvoeb.run kissed me on the lips—softly, deliciously, with a hint of wine. Her hand slid under my robe and found my breast. I didn't resist. On the contrary, I wanted it. My whole body was on fire. They undressed me quickly and skillfully. The robe fell to the floor. I stood naked between them, the neon light sliding across my skin. Dima dropped to his knees and pressed his face between my legs, his tongue immediately finding my clit and starting to work as if he'd known me for ages. Katya stood behind me, grabbed my breasts, nibbled on my neck, and whispered dirty but very arousing words in my ear. I came within a couple of minutes—my legs were shaking, I was holding on to his hair. Then we ended up on the bed. I was lying on my back, and Dima entered me with one thrust of his thick cock, filling me completely. Katya sat on my face—sweet and wet—and I licked her pussy while he fucked me hard and deep. They switched: she sat on top of him, and I kissed her breasts and clit while she moaned. Then they put me on all fours—Dima entered from behind, and Katya lay underneath me and licked me while he pounded me hard. I came twice more—loudly, unashamedly, just like they had at the beginning. At some point, Dima came on my stomach—hot streams of sperm—and Katya immediately licked it all up with her tongue and kissed me, sharing the delicious taste. The three of us lay there, sweaty, content, and laughing. The neon light continued to flicker outside the window, a reminder that this was just one night and that tomorrow it would all be gone. I returned to my apartment in the early morning. My husband wouldn't know anything—I just smiled when he texted, "How are you?" And I lay in the same bed, remembering the smell of their bodies, how Katya trembled when she came, and how Dima held me by the hips, thrusting deeper and deeper. It was my night. Only mine. To be continued... maybe if you want.