The Mature Man from the Sixth Floor and a Night on the Terrace

Hello again. I’m Mariela, and I’m still writing down the things that happen to me when no one is watching. This time I want to tell you about a man I met during my second year in the city, when I still hardly knew anyone and the nights seemed endless in an apartment that wasn’t even mine.

A former classmate from secondary school, Paula, rented a place about fifteen blocks from my house. She was going away to the country for a week and asked me to do her a favor: stop by to water the plants and make sure everything was in order. Her building was right between the university and my neighborhood, so it wasn’t any trouble. I walked everywhere, except when it rained. And on Tuesdays I got out of class so late that it was more convenient to sleep there than spend money on a trip home.

That first afternoon I arrived just as a black car was pulling into the garage, right through the entrance I usually used. That was when I saw him for the first time. A big, older man, one of those veterans I like. Dark-skinned, elegant despite a bit of a belly, with graying hair in an ash gray that suited him. He was wearing an impeccable light-blue suit.

I couldn’t help looking at his crotch. Something there seemed to be fighting against the fabric of his trousers, a thick, long bulge showing shamelessly against his thigh, and you didn’t have to be a horny woman to notice it. We went up together in the elevator and greeted each other with a nod, but he didn’t give me time to invent a conversation: I got off on the fifth floor and he continued up to the sixth.

I have to find out who he is and how to get to him.

That night I ate a cold sandwich in front of the computer, with a movie I wasn’t really watching. My mind was elsewhere: I imagined the neighbor from the sixth floor on top of me, against the wall, against the floor, anywhere. I pictured him pushing that enormous cock all the way inside me, slowly opening my cunt, talking dirty into my ear while he dug his fingers into my tits. I ended up with my hand between my legs, two fingers buried in my already-soaked cunt and my thumb circling my clit, imagining it was his tongue. I came biting my lip so I wouldn’t make any noise in someone else’s apartment, my hips lifted off the mattress and the name of a man I still didn’t know caught in my throat.

***

After coming, I took a long shower to cool down, but the heat of that summer night wouldn’t let up. I went up to the building’s terrace, which had a beautiful view of the city, planning to get some air. I put on a pair of short leggings and a sports bra: I have a toned body from working out so much, and those clothes left it fully on display.

When I opened the door, I found him there, punching a heavy bag while a woman—his wife, I assumed—hurled reproach after reproach at him. I discreetly moved to the far end of the terrace, where the voices barely carried, put on my headphones, and stood gazing at the lights.

I don’t know how much time passed. At some point the music kept me from hearing him approach, and when I looked up he was beside me. We greeted each other. The first thing he did was apologize for the spectacle I had witnessed.

—You don’t have to apologize, I told him, taking out one earbud. Couples have their moments; it happens to everyone.

—It still isn’t nice for a stranger to see it. —He smiled.— What’s your name?

—Mariela. And you?

—Aníbal. Are you new in the building? It’s the first time I’ve seen you, and I’m in 6A.

—I’m only passing through. I came to look after a friend’s apartment while she’s away. Because of the schedule, I preferred to sleep here; it’s close to the university.

—I drive. In the morning I take executives around—that’s where the suit comes in—but I’m free in the afternoon and evening, in case you ever need a safe ride.

—I’ll keep that in mind. I usually take a taxi.

—First year? You look young. What are you studying?

—Second year, actually. Architecture.

—I couldn’t help noticing you. You work out a lot; it shows. You remind me of myself. At your age I was already boxing.

—I know a little about it. I do martial arts.

—Well, look at you. If you ever want a trainer, let me know. I quit a few years ago and my physique went downhill, as you may have noticed. —He laughed at himself.

—Not at all, I lied halfway, laughing with him.

I didn’t want to drag this out any longer. I was far too horny, and conversation was no longer enough.

—Do you want to come down to my apartment and have something cold to drink? I blurted out.

—Sure. I’d love to.

***

We went down the stairs. As soon as we entered, I offered him a beer and opened one for each of us.

—I hope you don’t mind, but I’m still overheated and I want to get more comfortable, I told him. I didn’t do it upstairs in case someone came up.

—Not at all. Wear whatever makes you comfortable. And don’t worry about the terrace: in seven years here, I’d never run into anyone until today.

I came back from the bedroom in a tiny swimsuit and sat on the floor in front of him, beer in hand. We talked about anything and everything while I, as if by accident, spread my legs and brought them together again. The fabric sank between the lips of my cunt, and I knew he could see it. He looked toward the window to pretend it was casual, but it wasn’t. When I turned to look at him, he was staring straight at me, the bulge in his shorts already swelling, his cock showing thickly through the thin cotton.

We looked at each other for a second too long. I stood up, went over to him, and we kissed as if we had known each other for years. His enormous hands squeezed me hard, one on my waist and the other moving down to dig his fingers into my ass. He pulled the bottom of my swimsuit aside and shoved two fingers straight into my cunt without asking, letting out a low growl when he felt how wet I already was.

—Look at you, he whispered in my ear, pulling out his glistening fingers and sucking them in front of me. Such a bitch in heat.

—Shut up and get it out, I replied, reaching for his fly.

Mine searched for his crotch through the fabric, stroking him slowly, gauging his size. I yanked down his shorts and underwear, and my breath caught. His cock sprang free, heavy and thick, its purple head swollen, a drop of pre-cum already glistening at the tip. I let go and knelt in front of him. I took it in both hands—one above the other, and there was still shaft left over—and began to taste it. I ran my tongue from his balls to the tip, slowly, flattening the vein underneath, and took the drop of precum into my mouth as if tasting a piece of candy.

—Put it in your mouth, he murmured, grabbing my hair.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I could barely get the head past my lips, straining; its width wouldn’t let me go any farther. My jaw cracked, and even so I kept going, sucking it noisily, letting spit run down my chin to my tits. I jerked him off with both hands while I sucked his head, and every so often I went down to lick his balls, one first and then the other, taking them completely into my mouth. Feeling it firm between my fingers, throbbing against my tongue, already had me trembling, with my cunt dripping between my thighs.

—Come here, he said, lifting me by the arm.

We went into the bedroom. He tore the swimsuit off over my head, laid me down, and took his time. He ran his mouth over my entire body, sucked my breasts one by one, tugging my nipples with his teeth until I arched, then continued down my belly until he buried his face between my legs. He spread the lips of my cunt with his thumbs and licked me slowly from bottom to top, and when he reached my clitoris he latched onto it with his mouth and began to suck it gently, then harder. He slowly opened me with his fingers, first one, then two, curling them inward until he found the exact spot. I gripped the headboard and pressed his head against my cunt, moving against his tongue without the slightest shame, and when I couldn’t take any more I came in one rush into his mouth, drenching his chin.

When he had me ready, completely surrendered, he turned me over and put me on all fours.

—Slowly, I asked him, though I didn’t mean it.

He pressed the head of his cock against my swollen cunt and pushed in slowly, patiently gaining ground. Despite its size, I took him with a pleasure that arched my back, squeezing him with my walls every centimeter he gained. When I felt him reach all the way inside and strike me deep, a long moan escaped me.

—I’m all yours, I told him, pressing my face into the mattress.

—That’s how I wanted you, with this cunt spread wide, he answered, gripping my hips.

He began to move, and I clung to the sheets. He pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in, the sharp smack of his pelvis against my buttocks making our skin sound. Within minutes I was moaning uncontrollably, biting the pillow so I wouldn’t wake half the building. He dug one hand into my waist and grabbed my ponytail with the other, pulling my head back, and from there he began fucking me harder and deeper, the sound of his balls striking my clitoris with every thrust. I came like that, soaking his entire cock, his open hand on my waist holding me in place so I couldn’t get away and my cunt convulsing around his cock.

***

When I came down a little from that first cloud, I wanted him in another way. I asked him to lie down and climbed on top, slowly, controlling every centimeter, because his size wasn’t something you could rush. I held his cock in my hand, placed it against the entrance to my cunt, and lowered myself little by little, making short movements, going up and down only a few centimeters at first so my walls could get used to him again. Until I felt I couldn’t take any more and heat was rising through me from the inside. I lowered myself all the way with a guttural moan, and he held my hips, leaving the rhythm to me.

I rode him like that, planting my open hands on his chest, circling my ass and feeling him rubbing against everything inside me. I took one of his hands and brought it to my mouth to suck his fingers, then put it against my throat and squeezed a little to show him what I wanted. He understood: he closed his fingers around my neck without choking me, applying only slight pressure, and began lifting his hips to drive into me from below. I felt him grow even harder, swelling inside me, until he came inside me with a deep growl from his chest, hot spurts of cum filling my cunt until it began to spill over the edges and run down my thighs. I stayed on top of him for a while, my forehead resting on his shoulder, both of us breathless and his cock still inside me, semen dripping between us.

Afterward he got up, took a quick shower, and came back to bed beside me. He confessed something I hadn’t expected.

—I didn’t think this was going to happen, he said, staring at the ceiling. To be honest, I was nervous. I didn’t know how you’d react when you saw me. It isn’t the first time my size has scared someone more than it pleased them.

—Nothing about you scared me, I told him, running my hand over his chest and down to grab his soft cock, still sticky with our juices. Quite the opposite. I want it again.

—Give me a rematch, then. —He smiled crookedly.— I want to show you I can do much better.

I went down to find him again. He was soft, but with patience and my mouth I slowly woke him. I licked his entire cock, cleaning off the traces of semen and my own juices without the slightest disgust, and took his balls into my mouth one by one while jerking him off slowly. I felt his cock grow thicker against my tongue until it became hard again, even firmer than before, throbbing in my mouth. We settled into a sixty-nine: him underneath, me on top, my open cunt over his face and his cock hanging against my eyes. His tongue buried itself between my lips again, sucking my clitoris, pushing in two fingers and curling them, while I struggled to take more of him into my mouth, forcing my throat until my eyes watered. I came over his face, squeezing his head between my thighs, while I continued masturbating his cock with both hands.

We separated, and he put me facedown, with a couple of pillows beneath my belly to lift my ass high.

—First here, so I can lubricate you properly, he murmured, running the head of his cock between my buttocks and then down to my cunt again.

—Do whatever you want, I answered into the sheet.

He pressed the tip against my cunt and pushed until he was inside me all at once, drawing a muffled cry from me. He placed my hands on my shoulders and began thrusting with a strength he hadn’t shown before. This time he seemed like another man, a bull, shaking me against the mattress, his pelvis pounding my buttocks with the sound of wet flesh filling the room. He spat on my ass and ran his thumb over my asshole, pressing lightly, and that single gesture drove me completely wild. I came again, my neurons short-circuiting, squeezing his cock with spasms that tore a growl from him, and I let my body go completely limp.

That was the signal. He pulled out, and with his other hand he guided me into position. He coated his cock with my own fluids and more saliva, then pressed the head against my tight ass. My body no longer resisted; he entered slowly, firmly, gaining a centimeter and waiting, another centimeter and waiting, until he reached the end. A long moan escaped me, a mixture of burning pain and filthy pleasure, and I squeezed my whole ass around his cock. Then he dropped all his weight onto me, pinning me against the mattress with my mouth against the sheet, and began pounding with his hips, making sure to bury himself completely with every thrust.

—What an ass you have, goddamn it, he growled into the nape of my neck. I’m going to leave it wide open.

—Break me, I answered, biting the pillow. Fuck me however you want.

He increased the pace and force until the bed creaked with every thrust and my buttocks were red from the blows of his pelvis against them. He brought one hand to his mouth, spat on it, and drove it between my legs, rubbing my clitoris while he kept fucking my ass with the same brutal rhythm. At one point he lifted me like a doll without pulling out, made me place my hands against the wall, and, gripping my waist, raised and lowered me with all his weight, impaling me on his cock again and again. One of his hands closed over a breast, torturing my nipple between two fingers, and he pulled me against him; I felt his heavy breathing at the nape of my neck, and my buttocks slammed against his thighs with every blow, accompanied by a wet smack. His other hand moved down to my cunt and shoved three fingers in at once, fucking both my holes, and I howled without being able to stop myself.

—I’m coming, I’m coming, I warned him, my legs trembling.

—Come with me, he growled. Let’s come together.

He squeezed me hard, dug his fingers into my hip, and held still, spilling inside me with a long shudder, shooting hot spurts deep into my ass while I came apart in an orgasm that left my knees weak. Then he fell backward onto the bed with me still joined to him and caressed my entire body while I felt him slowly soften, lose his firmness, and empty himself. When he finally pulled out, a thick thread of cum dripped from my ass down the backs of my thighs, and he looked at it with a satisfied smile before running a finger through it, gathering it up, and bringing it to my mouth. I sucked it off without hesitation.

***

He kissed me for a long while, calmly, as if what had just happened had been nothing more than the beginning. Then he got up, dressed, kissed my ass before leaving, and wrote his phone number down for me on a piece of paper.

From that week on, I saw him several more times, whenever I stopped by Paula’s apartment. It was a shame it didn’t last long: two months later he got a job offer in another city and left. But I still remember the light-blue suit, the elevator, and the night on the terrace when I decided that veteran would be mine, even if only for a while.