The Landing (Odile’s Hills -6-)

Music hums low from my phone speaker. Boxes clutter the new apartment. Fourth floor, fresh building, no nosy neighbors across. Phone line dead, unplugged chaos. Knock echoes. Heart slams. Footsteps mine, no kid cries, no husband grunt. Who’s this?

“Yes? Who’s there?”

The Approach

“Bernard!”

Fuck. Him. Days since his call, silence after. Unlock bolt fast. Door cracks. There he is, briefcase prop, serious suit vibe. Eyes hungry.

“You’re insane! If anyone spots you?”

“Careful parking far. Walked up. Your phone’s ghosting.”

“Not live yet. Thought delivery guys. In, quick!”

He drops bag. Grabs me tight. Lips crash. Short tunic hikes. Tits mash his chest. Belly grinds. Tongues tangle hot. His cologne hits—musky, sharp. Mine mixes, sweet sweat.

“Afternoon free?”

“Kid in nursery. But Bernard… no more us.”

“What?”

“Hubby dragging us abroad. Uncle’s job. Pointless maybe. Gutted.”

Kisses soften, wet, sad. Hands slip under tunic. Back smooth. Ass cheeks gripped firm. I push back, loving squeeze. He nudges me table-ward. Bust flops forward. Ass pops high.

Kneels quick. Lips kiss cheeks. Teeth nibble soft. Tongue spears crack, laps pussy lips. Electric. Juices flow. Moan rips out. Cumming already, thighs quake.

He rises. Zipper rasps. Cock springs. I whirl.

“No! Inside, hear nothing if door!”

Protest brews.

“Landing! Now!”

The Explosion

Grab hand. Door swings. Out we sneak. Top floor empty hall. Low railing gleams. Kiss savage. Turn, brace forearms. Tunic flips bare. Pussy throbs, slick.

His dick veins pulse, rubs inner thighs. Wet glide. Nudges folds. Slips in slow. Sublime stretch. Risk buzzes—stairs echo any step.

Yanks tunic full up. Tits dangle heavy, swing wild with thrusts. Nipples harden air. Head only peeks stairs-view, arms too. Anonymous fuck.

Hands roam. Kneads tits rough. Stretches cones. Pinches peaks. Skin slaps echo faint. Pussy squelch loud. Sweat beads drip. Last time ever? Fuck harder.

“Deeper, Bernard! Risk it!”

“Tight slut pussy… gonna fill you!”

Builds brutal. Walls clench. I shatter first, cry muffled. He pumps, freezes. Hot jets flood deep. Locked stiff seconds. Pure high.

Pulls free. Cum oozes thighs.

“Paper towel, babe—sopalin!”

Dash in. Back bent obscene. Knees splay wide. Arch max. Semen trails thighs, splats floor. Right hand frigs clit furious. Fingers blur.

He gawks silent. Legs buckle mine. His left caps hand, guides circles. Right jams three deep—gape sucks easy. Slick slurp. “Cum again, naughty bitch!”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” Ten seconds. Explosion two rips. Howl bites lip. Collapse cling. Pant heavy.

“Still horny, huh?”

“Too damn good. Stairs thrill… mmm.”

Wipes thighs, floor. Kisses linger. “Two PM pickup.”

“Dress fast—hubby anytime!”

He ghosts down. Door clicks. Tunic smooths. Boxes wait. Pulse fades. Just stranger now. Adrenaline crash. Life resets. Anonymous again.