So I’m kinda freaking out and need to tell someone about this, so here’s my confession. I’m 19, in my second year at community college in Seattle, studying nursing, still not sure if it’s my thing. I work part-time as a barista at a coffee shop downtown, covers my share of the rent for the apartment I share with my roommate from school. Our building’s old, with a shared laundry room in the basement, and that’s where this whole thing went down.

Our neighbor across the hall, his wife’s always traveling for work, and he’s this 39-year-old guy, tall, kinda rugged, with a scruffy jawline that’s honestly hot. I’ve seen him around, usually carrying groceries or whatever, and he always says hi, gives me this smile that makes my stomach flip. I’ve been single forever, stressed from school and work, so maybe I was just horny and not thinking straight.

Last night, I was doing laundry super late, like 11pm, cuz I kept putting it off. I’m in sweats and a tank top, no bra, hair a mess. He comes in with a basket, and we start chatting normal stuff, like how the machines suck, or the weather. But then he’s like, “You look good even doing laundry,” and I laugh, but my pussy’s already tingling from the way he’s looking at me, all intense.

We’re alone, machines humming, and he steps closer, helping me fold my clothes. His hand brushes mine, and I don’t pull away. My heart’s racing, and I’m getting wet just from the vibe. He says, “You ever get lonely in that apartment?” and I mumble something dumb, but then he’s right there, kissing me, his hands grabbing my ass hard. I kiss back, horny as fuck, pressing myself against him, feeling his dick hard through his jeans.

He lifts me onto the folding table, pulls my tank top up, exposing my tits. He sucks my nipples, biting just enough to make me moan. I’m dripping now, and he notices, tugging my sweats and panties down. My pussy’s bare, and he groans, spreading my legs. He goes down on me, tongue circling my clit, licking up my wetness, his fingers sliding in deep. I’m gripping his hair, grinding against his face, cumming so hard I almost fall off the table.

I want him bad. I hop down, unzip his jeans, and his dick springs out, thick and veiny, precum dripping. I kneel, take him in my mouth, sucking slow, tasting that salty precum. He grabs my head, fucking my mouth gently, calling me a “dirty girl.” It makes my pussy throb. I gag a little, taking him deeper, my lips stretched tight.

He pulls me up, bends me over the table, my ass up. He slaps it, making me yelp, then rubs his dick against my wet pussy before thrusting in. Fuck, it’s deep, stretching me so good. He pounds me, his balls slapping my ass, one hand pulling my hair. I reach down, rubbing my clit, and cum again, my pussy squeezing his cock. He groans, “Where do you want my cum?” I gasp, “My ass,” and he pulls out, shooting hot, sticky cum all over my cheeks. I rub it in, feeling so fucking slutty.