In The Hall

By Heidi Champa • Apr 8th, 2009 • Category: Erotica, Features

I had thought about it, and I decided it was best not to think about it. I needed to do it. I needed to get fucked. After the other night, what Mark had done to me, any linger doubts I had were gone. I needed someone else’s cock. I never thought it would come to this. I never thought I would want someone else inside me, someone who wasn’t my fiancé. But, there was no turning back now. He would be home from his business trip in two days. Besides, he would never have to know.

My first stop was the sink. I lathered up my hand and slipped the diamond noose from around my finger. It was going into my jewelry box for the next 48 hours. It was times like these I was thankful I didn’t get tan, so I didn’t have to worry about a line on my finger giving me away.

Standing under the water in the shower, I let my hands roam over my body. Every part of me ached to be touched. I thought about where to do my hunting that night. Luckily for me, we didn’t know many people who hung out in bars. Our crowd had become much more “mommy and me” and wine tasting parties than loud, smoky bars.

Pulling my sexy outfits from the back of the closet where they were banished, I found my favorite black dress. It wasn’t too flashy and didn’t immediately scream my intentions. But, it was the right thing to get me noticed, and hopefully on my back in an hour or so.

It could have been any bar, any night, anywhere, any guy. This one said his name was Steven. The name I gave him was something like Lucy, but I couldn’t quite remember. We made our way in to the building, and I noticed the lights off in the lobby. The power was out. Walking up the steps, taking time out at each landing to kiss, we finally came around to my apartment. I dropped my purse to the floor, and my keys clanked on the linoleum. I turned around and planted a deep kiss on Steven.

I was distracted, but luckily I still had enough of my faculties operating to see the door across the hall open, just a little. I might have missed it, as Steven trailed his tongue over my neck. But, I heard the slight creak of the old door push open a millimeter at a time. Someone was watching. They must have heard us come up. I had been wondering about my new neighbor since I’d heard the apartment had been rented. I hadn’t seen anyone move in; never saw anyone coming or going. Whoever they were, they were very quiet. I hadn’t even heard their door open. Until now. I strained my eyes in the dark, but could only see blackness between the door jamb and the door.

I should have been mortified, a complete stranger seeing me with another man, but the thought of it was making me even hotter than Steven. I cupped his head in my hands, and kissed him hard on the lips. If this person wanted to watch, I was going to give them a show.

“Don’t you want to go in?” Steven was whispering in the dark, not knowing that we had company.

“Why? It’s dark, and besides, doing it right here would be so hot, don’t you think?”

“Whatever you say baby.”

I was glad he didn’t argue with me. I heard the door creak open a fraction further. Steven’s hands crept up my thighs, inching higher. I slid my hands to his ass, cupping it before reaching for his belt buckle. His mouth moved lower, from my neck to my chest. He pulled on my nipple through my shirt, which was easy since I wasn’t wearing a bra. My panties were sliding to the floor. I pulled away from Steven for a second to step out of them. I heard a quiet gasp come from the dark.

While I was staring into the dark space of the open door, wondering what the stranger on the other side was doing, Steven had his fingers on my clit. My shirt was open and my tits were exposed. I pushed him down to his knees in front of me, and he lifted the fabric of my skirt. His mouth covered my pussy, his hot breath washing over my swollen flesh. His tongue pushed through my lips and I twined my hands in his hair. I thought I heard movement in the doorway. I wondered if it was a man or a woman; if they were touching themselves watching me. If they weren’t yet, I wanted them to be soon.

I touched my own tits, rubbing my nipples between my fingers. Steven was fingering me, rubbing his tongue and thumb over my clit in a wild rhythm. I looked into the dark of the door jam, and I knew they were looking at me too. I thought I heard another little breath escape my watcher’s lips and creep out in to the hall. I kept my eyes fixed on the door jam, hoping for any sign of who it might be. But, there was no way I could see them. Steven twisted his fingers and made me gasp, and brought me out of my thoughts. He stood up and pulled a condom from his pocket.

Steven thrust in to me, his cock plunging deep in to my cunt. I felt myself tighten around him, his hard cock pulsing and twitching with pleasure. I wrapped my leg around his back. His hands were under my ass and the wall was digging in to my back. I didn’t care. My stranger moved again and I was sure this time they were pleasuring themselves. I could hear strained breathing and a soft moan. It sounded distinctly male.

I closed my eyes, and pictured his big cock moving in his hand. I could almost see his hand wrapped tightly around it, jerking himself off while watching me get fucked. His hand a poor substitute for what he really wanted; me. It was almost like Steven wasn’t even there, just me and my other stranger. I moaned quietly, but enough so he could hear me. Just then, in the silence between my cries, I heard another low, barely audible moan coming from the apartment. He was coming, or very close to it. I just knew it. I knew that he was right there with me. Hearing him, thinking of him, practically smelling him, in that moment, I couldn’t contain myself. Holding onto Steven for dear life, I came right there in the hall.

As much as I tried to keep myself quiet, my moans were soon ringing off the dark walls. Steven soon followed, his cries stifled by my hand over his mouth.

I didn’t bother inviting Steven in, and he didn’t protest too much. After he left, I looked at the door. It was closed. I took a step towards it. But, I thought better of knocking. Not tonight.

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Heidi Champa >> Heidi Champa is a typical last-born child. Snarky, attention-seeking and rebellious, she chooses to write dirty stories to keep herself out of real trouble. Her work appears in the anthologies Tasting Him: Oral Sex Stories, Frenzy: 60 Stories of Sudden Sex and Girl Fun One. She has also steamed up the pages of Bust Magazine. If you prefer your erotica in electronic form, she can be found at Clean Sheets, Ravenous Romance and The Erotic Woman. In addition to her flair with the written word, she knows every last sentence of the movie Clue by heart. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading or filling her iPod with more music. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband. Her greatest wish is that sarcasm would translate better in the written form. Find her online at heidichampa.blogspot.com and myspace.com/heidichampa.
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