Accept the booty call

You know this is a booty call, and your cock surges at the thought of fucking that wild woman. Images of her pinned to the desk with a cock thrusting into each end of her dance in your head.

"I'd love to meet you properly. I'll be up in five minutes," you say into the box on the wall, your excitement evident in your voice.

"Excellent! I await your knock. Don't take too long!" she replied with enthusiasm.

You hurriedly throw on a pair of pants and a tee shirt and race out the door. In three minutes, you arrive at 2B and knock lightly on the door. You hear footsteps on the other side and the lock being thrown. The door opens to a vision of sexiness: she is clad in only a pair of dark blue panties, her lovely large breasts swaying with hard nipples the size of the end of your pinky finger sticking out. Her long blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail, and you can see a wet spot in the crotch of the panties. She is curvy with her big tits balanced by wide hips and a nice ass with a nicely rounded belly. You can see the desk that she laid on as you fucked her mouth the other day. She licks her lips, pulls you inside, and closes the door behind you.

She reaches her hand out to shake yours and says, "Hi, I'm Jan Robbins. You must be the new super here." She smiles with an intense look in her eyes.

"Yes, my name is John Doe. Pleased to meet you properly," you reply while shaking the offered hand.

"Good, now that we have been introduced, let's fuck!" she says, and then quickly closes with you and kisses you hard on the lips. Her arms go around your neck in a tight clinch.

You respond to her kisses and the touch of her body by encircling her in your embrace and poking your tongue into her mouth. You pull her butt in tight with your body, and you know she can feel your cock burrowing into her belly. Her tongue alternates between being soft and accepting and hard and urgent; your lust is supercharged by the sensuous kiss.

She breaks the kiss and takes you by the hand, leading you down the hallway of the apartment. You pass a door, closed tight at the moment. She notices your attention and says, "That's Billy's room. He's my eight-year old son. He won't wake up. They could drop bombs and he'd sleep through it." She leads you through the other door and into her bedroom. She immediately pulls your shirt over your head and kneels at your feet to unsnap your jeans. You caress her hair as she pulls your pants and underwear down to your ankles. You push on her shoulders for balance as you step out of the clothing at your feet; your cock is pointing straight at Jan's face.