Mitch takes Fatima back to his place
From Create Your Own Story
"You're off the clock right?" Mitch asked.
"Yup. Your place or mine?"
"Mine," replied Mitch. "I live upstairs."
"Holy shit really? You're THAT Mitch? Well why the hell are we still here?"
Mitch zipped his cock back inside his pants and Fatima grabbed her keys. They ran out into the morning sun and quickly turned the corner to the building's back door. Mitch unlocked it in a hurry and held it open for Fatima, who walked in front.
As Fatima started climbing the stairs, Mitch kept an eye on her ass. It was round, not too big, just strong. She obviously did a lot of squats. As her ass flexed with each step Fatima took up the stairs, Mitch's boner fought against his pants. He lived on the fourth floor and he didn't know how much more he could take, they weren't even ten steps up yet! As they turned a corner in the stairs, Fatima suddenly grabbed the bottom of her tank top. "Oh God" thought Mitch, as he watched her lift it up over her head. She had back dimples that hugged her spine, and thin hips that perfectly curved up into a black lace bra underneath. She threw her tank top behind her shoulder, and Mitch grabbed it as he followed her up the stairs.
They had just passed floor three and were turning another corner. The anticipation was killing him. The more he followed Fatima's flexing ass up the stairs, the more he wanted to ravage her right there in the stairwell. Seeing her back glisten in the fluorescent light didn't help either. Suddenly, just as they were about to hit the fourth floor, she stopped. Mitch stopped too and watched as Fatima slowly unclasped her bra, held it against her breasts, looked back at him, smiled, then dropped her bra on the ground and opened the door to the fourth floor hallway. He followed her in, nearly tripping over himself, but grabbing her bra on the way. He picked it up and checked to see if she was looking. She wasn't. As disgusting as it felt, he lifted the bra up to his nose and smelled. Her old perfume was stuck to it. He could smell it mixed with her natural odors. He closed his eyes and shuddered, unable to believe what was about to happen. Then he shook his head, embarrassed about what he had just done.
"Forget it," he told himself. "No one saw."
He opened the door. The fourth floor hallway was very narrow. There were only two apartments, his and his neighbor's. His neighbor was a professor at Blue Mountain University, Professor Abbie Smith. He had had her for economics last year. He saw Fatima leaning against her doorway. She turned to him and smiled when she heard him open the hallway door.
"Wrong door," Mitch said, coyly.
"Whoops!" squeaked Fatima. She quickly jumped across the hall to Mitch's door and leaned her back against it, exposing her round C-cup breasts to him. "This better?"
Mitch moved in close and reached around her to unlocked his door. As it opened, Mitch scooped Fatima up into his arms and kissed her lips. Their tongues passionately danced around each other in their mouths with the tastes of tequila, salt, lime, and a faint aroma of coffee still lingering. He carried her inside as they kissed, and kicked the door closed behind him, ready for the morning to begin.
