We’ve just finished grabbing bagels at the corner store and you’re walking me back to my apartment, enjoying our spirited discussion about the pending destruction of the middle class. It’s one of those sticky summer days in New York where the sun has gotten too bright too early and the heat starts to cloud your thoughts just a little. By the time we walk into the entryway of my building, we’re passionately debating the ethics of Jeff Bezos hurtling himself into space (you think he’s well within his rights as a private citizen, I think it’s the final sign that he’s a supervillain) and realize we’re being too loud for 9 am.
We’re trying to be quiet while taking the stairs up to the 5th floor but occasionally you make an impassioned point a little too loudly and I have to hold in a laugh and whisper at you to calm down.
We’ve been brushing against each other on the stairs a little more frequently the closer we get to the apartment, but neither one of us acknowledges the closeness until I trip a little bit on the last step and you quickly put your hand on my lower back to steady me and lead me up to the 5th floor landing. You notice that the tips of your fingers are grazing the inch of bare skin between the waistband of my skirt and the hem of my loose-fitting t-shirt. Connecting with my bare skin for the first time sends a little jolt of electricity through you at the same moment you hear my breath catch. You can’t help but notice the sudden appearance of goosebumps on my arms.
We’re still continuing our conversation like nothing happened while I start to unlock the apartment, but we can both sense the sudden change in our situation. You notice your hand is still resting on my lower back, the tips of your fingers tingling with the knowledge that the rest of me is so close to you. You start to tease your fingers under the hem of my shirt and lightly trace your fingers up my spine.
Clearly flustered by your gentle touches, I’m struggling to turn the key in the lock. Right when your hand has traveled high enough to give away the fact that I’m not wearing anything under my t-shirt, my hand slips and the dangling keychain swings and hits into my front door loudly.
The unexpected clattering of the keys seems to snap us both back to reality and the pretense of our conversation is officially dropped. My back is still to you when you roughly grab my hips and pull yourself to me, feeling a little proud of yourself for how heavy I’m breathing already. I feel your hardness against me for a deliciously long moment while you decide what your next move is.
In a split second, you decide to flip me around to face you, pushing me up against the door. Your lips are so close to mine but instead of giving in, you move your right hand up the front of my shirt and cup my breast, letting your thumb draw lazy circles on my nipple. You can’t help but laugh when you notice how little effort it took to get me nearly shaking with want in front of you.
While you have me trapped against the door, you remove your hand from its very comfortable spot on my breast and hear me groan a little in disappointment. You put a finger to my lips to shush me. You’re done listening to me talk now.
Moving with sudden urgency, you reach underneath my skirt and roughly push my undies to the side to get access to me. Your middle finger finds the entrance and now it’s your turn to groan. You can’t believe how wet I am already. That moves things forward faster than you planned.
I can’t believe how quickly you’re able to unzip your pants, lift me up and bury your hard cock deep into me. You move to cover my mouth with your hand but you’re not fast enough to muffle my first surprised moan.
With me totally helpless and wrapped around you, you pound into me mercilessly for a few seconds before you manage to reach the keys and start unlocking the door behind me. You carry me into the apartment and close the door by slamming me back into it on the other side.
Now that we’re actually alone, you decide to end my suffering and bring your face closer to mine until our lips finally touch in a kiss. Our lips move slowly at first but the kiss becomes more and more frenzied as your plans for what will happen to me next become clearer in your mind.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/oq84c8/a_hallway_discussion_between_friends_gets_heated