The New Building Guard Called Me on the Intercom

Hello, my loves!

First of all, sorry for disappearing for so long. Adult office life is boring as hell and I hadn’t had anything worth telling you about, until they changed the guard in my building. And there, my loves, things got interesting.

Let me put you in context. For almost six months I’ve had an impossible schedule. I leave home before seven in the morning to dodge the chaos of Guadalajara, and at night I kill time in whatever café I can just so I don’t have to drive during rush hour. I get back to the apartment basically just in time to watch a series and crawl into bed.

Until recently, the building guard was Mateo, a serious, almost grumpy guy who barely returned a greeting. I found him attractive, yes, but that watchdog attitude cut short any attempt at flirting. One morning my car died in the basement and I had to go down to the lobby to wait for my Uber. Just as I was bracing myself for Mateo’s unfriendly face, I found myself in front of a completely different man.

—Good morning, young lady! —he greeted me with a huge smile.

I greeted him back, surprised. While I waited for the car, he told me it was his first week in the building, that he was learning each tenant’s schedule, and that he wanted to get along with everyone. I’ll call him Don Salvador. Sixty-five years old, gray hair, short, thin, with that old-fashioned kindness you hardly see anymore. A totally normal-looking man, but with a warmth that disarmed me instantly.

The following days became a delicious routine. I went down fifteen minutes earlier than necessary just to chat with him at the front desk. At night, I came straight to say hello, asked how his day had been, told him some office nonsense. Don Salvador became the first person I talked to in the morning and the last at night. Nothing strange, right? Well, wait.

One night I came back after eleven. The building was in absolute silence, but as I got closer to the counter I heard muffled moans coming from his phone. As soon as he noticed my footsteps, he hid it under the desk with the face of a guilty kid.

—Young lady! I didn’t hear you come in —he said, red all the way to his ears.

—Relax, Don Salvador. What were you watching that was so interesting?

—Nothing, nothing. Stuff the guys send to the security group.

—Well, it sounded pretty damn good. Share it with me, won’t you?

—Oh, young lady, don’t do that to me. I’m almost off shift.

We said goodbye as always, but I went up in the elevator with my head spinning. The idea of that man, so proper and so shy, jerking off in secret while watching porn on his phone turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected. I imagined his old cock, probably hard and dripping, while he rubbed himself slowly under the counter so nobody would catch him. I got into the apartment with my dick already awake, pushing against my pants.

I got into the shower without thinking twice. Hot water poured over my chest, my back, my ass, and I was already grabbing my cock with soap, coating it in foam, stroking from tip to root. I pressed my forehead against the tiles and imagined Don Salvador fucking me from behind without saying a word, with that calm, gentlemanly face. I took my other hand to my ass and pushed one finger in, then two, while I jerked myself faster. I’m going to fuck him, I thought, biting my lip. I’m going to suck that old man’s cock until he can barely walk. I let out a low moan when I came, cum spraying against the shower wall and mixing with the water. I stayed there a while, my heart hammering my ribs, my cock still dripping, already knowing perfectly well what I was going to do.

That same night, tossing and turning in bed, I made up my mind. In the morning I’d make my first move.

***

I went down to the lobby fifteen minutes earlier than usual, with the perfect excuse. The day before I’d ordered a package and asked the delivery guy to leave it with the guard. Under my sweatpants I wore a tiny pink thong, one of those you can barely feel, just in case the conversation took another turn.

The building was quieter than usual. Don Salvador was behind the counter, once again with his phone pressed to his face. Even though he tried to hide it as soon as he saw me, I caught him in the reflection of the glass. They were photos. Women in lingerie, huge asses, giant tits spilling out of bras. I smiled to myself.

—At it again, Don Salvador?

—Young lady! No, I swear it’s stuff they send to the group. You know how the guys are.

—Pure filth, right? Those guys on the staff are always peeping.

—Haha, well what can I tell you, young lady? One likes to keep entertained.

—Did a package arrive for me?

—Yes, they left it here last night. Allow me.

I went to the other side of the counter under the pretext of looking for it among the boxes on the floor. I crouched in front of him, close enough for him to catch my perfume, low enough for my sweatpants to drop two inches and reveal the pink lace of my thong. I pretended not to find the package. I took my time. I leaned farther down. I arched my back on purpose, knowing that from his angle my whole ass was showing through the fabric. When I turned my head to ask him, I saw him looking at my backside with his mouth slightly open and one hand discreetly tucked into his pants pocket, squeezing his bulge. It took him half a second to hide it.

—I can’t find it, Don Salvador.

—I’ll help you, young lady. Look, here it is.

He handed it to me and, as I took it, I brushed his hand with my fingertips. He didn’t pull away.

—You’re a sweetheart. Thank you —I said, looking him in the eyes—. And keep watching your girls, but carefully, okay?

He smiled, this time without hiding a thing. I went up in the elevator with my heart racing and my thong already damp in front, the tip of my cock sticking to the lace. That night was going to happen.

***

I got to the building around midnight. The lobby was deserted except for him, just as I knew it would be.

—How’d your day go, young lady?

—Exhausting. I feel like crawling into bed, but not exactly to sleep —I said with the most cynical smile I could manage.

—I get it. I’m on a double shift today, till seven in the morning.

—And how are you going to get through the night, Don Salvador? Watching your filthy little videos?

—Don’t have much choice, young lady.

—What if you did?

He took a while to answer.

—I don’t follow.

—Well, if you want, I can come down and suck it until it’s dry. I promise nobody has to find out.

He went still. For a moment I thought he was going to scold me, that he’d mention the cameras, the rules, his job. He swallowed and his gaze dropped, just for a second, to my mouth.

—N-no, young lady! There are cameras everywhere, I’d get fired if they saw me!

—There aren’t any in the bathroom. Think about it. I’m going up to freshen up. If you’re into it, ring me on the intercom. Nothing happens if not, okay? I’ll play dumb and nothing will have happened here.

I left him with the question planted in his head and went up swaying just enough. Inside, I took a quick shower, washed my ass with soap inside and out with my fingers, put on lotion, and under my pajamas I slipped into a red lace brief. I poured myself a glass of wine. I sat in the living room. I waited.

For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to call. That he’d chickened out, that guilt had won. At two o’clock exactly, the intercom rang. His voice was shy, barely audible.

—All right. I’ll see you downstairs.

I took a lip gloss, a packet of lube, and a couple of condoms. I went down the stairs so I wouldn’t run into anyone in the elevator. The entire building seemed to be holding its breath.

***

Don Salvador was waiting near the little room the security staff uses to change and rest between shifts. It’s a small space, without cameras, with a couple of mats and cushions they’ve arranged themselves to make the long nights more bearable.

—How do we do this, young lady? —he asked in almost a whisper.

—Just leave everything to me, Don Salvador. And don’t say anything, just relax and enjoy it.

I locked the door behind us. I put a hand on his chest and pushed him gently against the wall. I ran my tongue along his neck, smelling cheap cologne mixed with all-night sweat. I bit his earlobe and he shuddered all over.

—Oh, young lady…

—Shhh. Be quiet.

I knelt in front of him, slowly opened his belt, never taking my eyes off him from below. I pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees in one go. His cock sprang free, hard, slender, slightly curved upward, the tip already shining with pre-cum. For a sixty-five-year-old man, he had it hard as stone. His veins stood out swollen. I smeared the gloss on my lips so they’d shine and so it would slide better, and I grabbed his cock in my hand, squeezing it at the base so it would get even thicker.

—Look at what had been hiding from me, Don Salvador.

I ran my tongue over the tip, circling it, collecting the salty liquid. Then I licked the whole length from top to bottom, leaving trails of saliva and gloss. I kissed his balls, sucked them one by one, rolled them with my tongue while I worked his cock with my hand. He let out a long sigh, as if he’d been holding it in for years.

—Jesus Christ, young lady…

I went back up to the tip and took it all the way into my mouth, to the back, feeling it hit my throat. I pulled it out. I took it back in. I started sucking him with rhythm, pulling hard each time it came out, making noise on purpose so he could hear how well I was swallowing him. I don’t know whether it was because of my long dry spell or the novelty, but his thin cock felt perfect in my mouth, going in and out without choking me, and I could press the tip with my palate and make him tremble.

Don Salvador held my head just a little, almost not daring to, until desire got the better of him and he grabbed my hair with both hands, setting the pace, fucking my mouth without shame. I let him do it. I opened my throat wider and relaxed so he could bury it to the balls. His gestures gave him away. He squeezed his eyes shut, his legs trembled, he let out short, broken breaths he tried to swallow so as not to make noise. A soft “oh, baby” slipped out of him, which made my skin prickle.

—Want me to show you something, Don Salvador? —I said, pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment, a thread of drool hanging from my lip.

I stood up, slowly lowered my pajamas, and turned around so he could see my ass stuffed into the red brief. I arched my back, stuck my ass out, and grabbed it with both hands to spread my cheeks in front of his face. I heard him suck in a sharp breath.

—That’s so fucking good, young lady —he said before coming closer and pressing his cock over the fabric, sliding it between my ass cheeks at a deliciously slow pace.

He pulled the fabric of the brief aside and ran his tongue over my ass without warning. I nearly screamed. The old man was eating my ass like he’d been hungry for months, putting his tongue in me, sucking me, barely biting my cheeks, and going back to the entrance, covering me in saliva. I had to bite my fist to keep quiet.

—Fuck me already, Don Salvador, please —I begged him—. Put it in me.

I handed him the condom and the packet of lube. While he prepared himself, I leaned against the wall with my legs open and my back arched, offering him my ass. He put the condom on with shaking hands, rubbed lube on his cock, and smeared a stream of it between my cheeks with his fingers, slipping one in first, then two, opening me up slowly. He groped my ass like he’d wanted to for years, spreading it, tracing me with the pad of his thumb before sinking it in just a little.

When he pushed into me, he did it in one thrust, all the way to the balls. A cry escaped me before I could hold it back.

—Did I hurt you, young lady?

—No —I panted—. Cover my mouth or I’m going to wake up the whole building.

He did. His rough hand sealed my lips and my moans drowned against his palm. With his other hand he held my hip and started moving, first slowly, measuring himself, letting me feel every centimeter coming in and out. I tightened my ass around his cock on purpose, and he let out a growl every time I did it.

—This feels so good, young lady, so good —he whispered in my ear while he fucked me—. What a sweet little ass.

Then he picked up the pace. He started fucking me with a strength I hadn’t expected from that skinny sixty-five-year-old body. He slammed into me against the wall, relentless, banging his balls against my ass while I tried not to lose my balance. It hurt. It hurt in a beautiful way. My ass opened with every thrust and I could feel him splitting me in two with that curved cock that hit exactly where it needed to. Not being able to scream turned me on even more. I was rock hard too, staining the red brief with a growing wet patch of drool.

He took his hand off my mouth just to turn me around. He lifted one leg, hooked it over his hip, and fucked me from the front again, looking me in the eyes. His wrinkled, sweaty face, mouth open and panting, was the most obscene thing I had ever seen in my life. He grabbed my cock with his free hand and started jerking me off at the same time he fucked me.

—Come for me, young lady —he begged in my ear—. Come while I’m inside you.

I couldn’t hold on for another minute. I bit his shoulder so I wouldn’t scream and came in streams over his hand and across my own stomach, my ass clenching around his cock in spasms. He let out a hoarse little laugh at the feeling of me tightening around him, took me by both hips, and sped up, fucking me now without rhythm, wild, looking for his own release. He turned me back against the wall, hoisted my ass up, drove his cock in to the hilt, and stayed there, thrusting, thrusting, until he let out a deep moan from his chest, biting my shoulder to silence it. I felt him shake all inside me as he came into the condom.

He stayed pressed against my back for a few seconds, breathing on my neck, his cock still pulsing inside me. When he finally pulled out, a trickle of lube and saliva ran down my thigh. My legs wouldn’t work. I sank to my knees on the floor, legs still open, while he looked down at me, sweating, with an expression I had never seen on him before.

—I’ll go out first, young lady —he said after a while, getting himself together, pulling up his pants—. Then you.

And that’s what we did. I left through the basement with my ass burning deliciously with every step, climbed the stairs to my floor, got into bed with my body wrecked and the stupid smile of someone who’d just gotten away with it.

A few hours later, before his shift ended, I went down with a thermos of coffee. I left it on the counter without saying much, just our usual greeting.

—Good morning, Don Salvador.

—Good morning, young lady. Have a lovely day.

So far, everything is still normal. When we cross paths, we greet each other like before, chat about nonsense, neither of us has mentioned what happened that night. But sometimes, when he sees me get into the elevator, he smiles at me differently. And I, my loves, am already thinking about when he gets another double shift.

No witnesses, pure pleasure.

See you next time!

Kisses.

Yuli.