Whisper in a Stranger's Apartment

Music thumped behind the living room door, but here in the dim bedroom, it was quiet. Just our breathing. Alina stood close, her narrow eyes glinting in the lamplight, her fingers already tracing my wrist. I felt the heat of her skin bleed into mine, and I couldn't tear my gaze from her parted lips.

"You know someone could walk in any second..." she whispered, not pulling away. Her accent was light, almost melodic, the way it is with everyone who'd come from Seoul to study.

"I know," I answered, sliding my palm along her waist. The thin black dress was silky, like her hair, which she'd let down tonight. "But you're the one who dragged me in here, Alina."

She laughed softly, pressing closer. Her tits brushed against my shirt, her nipples already hard, poking through the fabric.

"Because you spent the whole night looking at me like you wanted to devour me. A professor shouldn't look at his student that way, Professor Kim."

"Ex-professor," I corrected, leaning into her ear. "And you're already a graduate. So right now, we're just a man and a woman at a mutual friend's housewarming."

Her breath hitched when I ran my fingertips along her neck. Her skin was smooth, warm, carrying a faint scent of cherry blossom and something sweet, like oriental candy. Alina bit her lower lip, eyes locked on mine.

"Then stop wasting time talking," she murmured. "Kiss me."

I didn't hesitate. Our lips met soft, then immediately hungry. Her mouth was hot, her tongue sliding against mine, teasing, inviting me deeper. We kissed slow, deep, like we were tasting each other. My hands dropped lower, gripping her firm ass through the dress, pulling her in. She let out a quiet moan into my mouth when she felt my cock hardening against her belly.

"Oh... you're already so hard," Alina breathed, pulling back for a second. Her cheeks flushed pink. "I've been imagining you touching me all night."

"And I've been imagining you moaning my name," I replied, kissing her again. This time deeper, more insistent. I pressed her back against the wall beside the massive wardrobe. My hands slid under her dress, up her thighs. Her skin was silk, scorching. My fingers found the edge of her thin panties and slowly tugged them down. Alina trembled but spread her legs, giving me access.

I ran my palm over her smooth pussy. She was already wet, hot, her clit swollen under my fingers. Alina whimpered when I started circling it slowly, kissing her neck, her collarbones, working my way down to her tits. I pushed the dress down, baring her small but perfectly firm breasts with dark nipples. I took one in my mouth, sucking, biting gently, while my fingers kept working her slick slit, slipping a little deeper.

"Yeah... just like that..." she whispered, threading her fingers through my hair. "Don't stop... please..."

Her voice shook, dropping lower, almost husky. I felt her hips start to quiver. So I dropped to my knees, lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder, and pressed my mouth to her pussy. My tongue dragged through her folds, then zeroed in on her clit—licking, sucking, circling. Alina clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan, but her hips bucked against me.

"I... I'm gonna... oh god..." she gasped.

But I pulled back, not letting her come. Alina looked down at me, half-annoyed, half-desperate.

"I want to be inside you," I said quietly, unbuckling my belt. My cock sprang free, heavy, a glistening bead of precum on the head. Alina wrapped her slim fingers around it, stroking up and down, eyes locked on mine.

"Then take me... now."

I spun her to face the wall, hiked up her dress. She arched her back on her own, offering up that perfect round ass. I dragged the head of my cock through her soaked pussy, teasing, then sank in slowly. Tight. Hot. Wet. Alina let out a soft gasp as I filled her completely. I started moving—slow, deep, savoring every inch. My hands wrapped around her front: one on her tit, one on her clit.

"Fuck me harder..." she whispered, glancing over her shoulder. "I want to feel all of you..."

I picked up the pace. The room filled with wet slaps, her quiet moans, my heavy breathing. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, whispered in her ear how tight she was, how good she felt around my cock, how beautiful she sounded when she moaned. Alina answered in broken phrases, trembling all over.

We switched positions. I sat on the edge of the bed, she straddled me, facing me. Now we stared into each other's eyes. Alina moved on her own—smooth, sensual, speeding up then slowing down, like she was teasing me. Her small tits bounced in front of my face, and I caught her nipples with my lips. Her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers tangled in my hair.

"I'm gonna come..." she gasped, picking up speed. "I can feel you... so deep..."

"Come on me," I whispered, gripping her hips hard. "I want to see your face."

Alina shuddered, bit my lip in a kiss, and suddenly tensed. Her pussy started pulsing hard around my cock, hot juices flooding over me. She moaned into my mouth, trying to stay quiet, but the orgasm was too strong. I couldn't hold back either—I came deep inside her, long hot spurts, flooding her with cum. We froze, locked in each other's arms, breathing heavy.

A minute later, Alina laughed softly, burying her face in my shoulder.

"Guess we almost got caught... the music in the living room's almost died down."

I kissed the top of her head, still buried inside her.

"Worth it. You're incredible."

She lifted her head, eyes sparkling with pleasure and mischief.

"Then next time... maybe we don't wait for a housewarming?"

We both laughed quietly, kissing soft and lazy, until footsteps echoed from beyond the door.