![]() ![]() I hope we didn’t bother you too much last night.” She wore a grey one-piece body suit so tight it looked like it was painted on her and a short black leather jacket. The following day on his way back from the corner shop he ran into Tina in the lobby. Panting he sipped from the wine and then went to get some paper towels to clean up the mess. The more he thought about Tina the harder he became until he shot his load over the marble floor. He sat down on his chair and grabbed his semi-erect dick with his right hand and began to stroke it. Her half-open lips, those large green eyes looking up at him as she bent over with a cock in her pussy. They paid her well and it was a win-win situation.Įric had another glass of wine and he couldn’t get Tina's face out of his mind. She was always on time and never complained even if the twins could be a handful. She would sometimes babysit for Eric and his wife, Denise when they wanted to go to dinner or a movie. He couldn’t remember one single time he had seen her in jeans or any kind of pants. She usually wore a tight outfit or a short skirt. She was cute with a subtle upturned nose, freckles, and thick red hair that flowed down the back and over her shoulders past her boobs. She was taking a sabbatical between high school and university and worked at a famous lingerie store in the city. The neighbors had moved in the year before and consisted of Mom Clair, Dad Mike, and their daughter Tina. They stopped fucking and a few seconds later Eric heard the sliding doors lock. “Fine, just go back inside and it will stay our secret.” She twisted her neck and looked up at him. ![]() “Yeah? You like fucking my tight pussy outside, do you?” she said between his thrusts.Įric thought the entire situation looked very dangerous so he shouted, “Hey, go and do that inside. Behind her stood a guy about her age and he was fucking her hard. Half of her body was in the air and it looked very dangerous. The daughter of the neighbor below was leaning over the railing face down towards the street. He leaned out a bit more and then he saw them. From where he was the sounds were louder and it dawned on him it was people fucking. He got up and leaned over the wrought iron railing trying to see what was going on. It couldn't be from above and the neighbors on either side were gone for the weekend so it had to come from the apartment below. Heavy breathing and moans were coming from somewhere. When he sat down again, he heard a sound that he hadn’t heard before, at least not up where he was. He looked at his small wine collection sitting next to the fridge and chose another bottle. He got up and walked to the kitchen to get a refill but realized the bottle was empty. He had another cracker with cheese and then another before finishing the wine. This high up the sound of the traffic hardly reached him. He cut a slice of cheese and put it on a cracker which he then popped into his mouth and chewed slowly. He lifted his glass and enjoyed the taste of the expensive wine. His fifty-year-old body had seen better times but he wasn’t out of shape, just a few more pounds more than he should have. He wore black silk boxers and nothing else. ![]() Clear your mind, have a bit more to drink than he should, and just relax. He loved them but sometimes it was nice with some alone time. The penthouse was quiet now that his wife and kids were gone for the weekend. Life was good, thought Eric as he sat on the terrace of his twentieth-floor penthouse looking out over the city lights below him. ![]()
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