The Neighbor's Cock Joke

The corporate banquet hall was already thick with the smell of booze, perfume, and faint sweat. I was Sergei, standing by the bar with a glass of whiskey, when I spotted her — Olga, the widow from the next building over. She was in her mid-thirties, but her body was still as ripe as a peach. Our eyes met, and she smiled in a way that made my cock instantly heavy in my slacks. Olga drifted closer, as if by accident, and her hip brushed against mine.

"Whoa, neighbor, you're in a suit today. Like a groom at a wedding," she purred, adjusting the deep neckline of her dress. Her tits swayed, nipples already pressing through the thin fabric.

"And you, Olya, look like you didn't come to talk reports — you came to seduce someone," I shot back, not taking my eyes off her lips. The joke slipped out on its own: "Or maybe you just wanted to check how… firm your neighbor is in business?"

She laughed, bright and genuine, and gave my shoulder a light shove. But her hand lingered a beat too long. Her fingers slid down my chest.

"Oh, Seryozha, are you always such a perv?" Her eyes sparkled. "Though… after my husband died, I forgot what it's like to have a real man around. Maybe we should test that firmness right now?"

My heart hammered. We were in a dim corner of the hall, music blasting, coworkers dancing and paying us no mind. Olga leaned in closer, and I felt the heat of her breath on my neck.

"Here?" I breathed, already picturing myself fucking her.

"Why not?" She bit her lip. "Everyone's drunk, no one will notice. Or are you scared, neighbor?"

Her hand boldly landed on my fly. I nearly groaned — her fingers wrapped around my fully hard cock through the fabric and squeezed.

"Wow… you really are firm," she whispered with a grin. "Let's go behind that pillar. Quick."

We almost ran. Behind the wide decorative column it was cramped and dark. Olga immediately pressed her back against me, hiking up her dress. I didn't wait — I yanked her panties down and they dropped to the floor. My fingers slid between her legs. Her pussy was already wet, hot, clit swollen.

"Mmm… Seryozha…" she gasped, spreading her legs wider. "Touch me harder. It's been so long since I felt a man's hands…"

I pushed two fingers inside her at once, and she arched with a soft moan. With my other hand I unzipped my pants. My thick cock sprang free, the head already slick with precum. Olga glanced back, looked down, and licked her lips.

"So big… Come on, neighbor. Put it in. I want to feel you stretching me."

I grabbed her hips and thrust forward. The head parted her wet lips and sank deep. Olga gasped, biting her hand to keep from crying out. I started fucking her standing up, hard and deep. The wet slapping sounds were swallowed by the music. Her firm ass bounced against my hips, her tits spilled out of the dress and swung with every thrust.

"Oh… fuck… so good…" she whispered, forgetting all decorum. "Deeper, Seryozha… fuck me harder… I'm your slut tonight…"

I sped up, one hand squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple. The other slid down and started rubbing her clit. Olga trembled, her legs buckling. Her pussy clenched around my cock so tight I could barely hold back.

"I… I'm gonna cum…" she breathed, voice shaking. "Don't stop… please…"

I pounded her even faster. A second later she arched, her body shaking. Her cunt pulsed, soaking my cock. Olga came silently, only stifled moans escaping as her nails dug into the pillar.

I didn't give her time to recover. I spun her around to face me, lifted one of her legs, and entered her again, this time looking into her eyes. The kiss was greedy and wet. I fucked her like that, feeling her juices running down my balls.

"Cum inside me," she whispered between kisses. "I want to feel your hot cum deep inside… Come on, neighbor… fill me up…"

Those words finished me. I slammed into her to the hilt and started coming. My cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into her hot pussy. Olga rolled her eyes, riding a second wave of orgasm. We stood there, breathing hard, cum already starting to leak down her thigh.

"Hell of a joke…" she laughed hoarsely, kissing my neck. "Now every time we meet by the elevator, I'll remember how you fucked me at the office party."

I wiped her with her panties, stuffed them in my pocket, and smiled.

"Then come over tomorrow night. We'll continue the series of dirty jokes. Only this time no pillars — just a bed."

Olga straightened her dress, ran a finger across my lip, and winked.

"Deal, neighbor. Only this time I want to taste… everything."

We walked back into the hall like nothing had happened. But every time our eyes met across the crowd, that same hungry spark flared in hers. And I already knew — this night was only the beginning.