So, the big day was approaching: turning in the keys to the Management Office. I had leased a three-bedroom apartment with the idea of splitting the lease with two friends, but halfway through, they both bailed, leaving a poor, broke student to cover the bill alone. I wanted to move out immediately and find a cheap studio for myself, but some son of a bitch invented this idiotic rule that you can’t break a lease early without paying a massive early termination fee. So, I had to wait it out. What saved me was Airbnb, though it brought me its fair share of headaches too.
To make matters worse, if I wanted my Security Deposit back in full, I had to hand over the place with pristine walls. The landlord made it clear: either I return the apartment painted, or he’d snatch half my deposit to hire a professional. Since I needed every cent for my next move, I had no choice but to grab a roller and a bucket of paint.
I called the friends who used to live with me so we could paint together. That was the deal, but since there was no fine for breaking the promise, the excuses started rolling in. In the end, it was just me, a roller, and a gallon of paint in an empty apartment.
The Miami heat was brutal that day. Since the place was technically empty and I didn’t want my final FPL bill to leave me even more bankrupt, I turned off the central AC. It was a stupid decision. Within minutes, the Florida humidity turned the living room into a sauna. I started stripping down. First went the shirt. That helped for a second, but it wasn’t enough, so I stepped out of my shorts. Still, the heat was suffocating. Before I knew it, my underwear was tossed in the corner with the rest of my clothes.
There are only two situations where we stand around naked: in the shower or while fucking, and it seems like the body keeps a memory of that. Standing there in the middle of the room, I definitely wasn’t taking a shower. So, my body assumed I must be doing the second option.
My dick was like a bratty child throwing a tantrum in front of a toy store until their parents buy the toy he wants. Only, the toy my dick wanted wasn’t made of colorful plastic. It wanted something wetter, with a more human texture, something tight and sweet-smelling. My thoughts tormented me with memories of textures, kisses, and repetitive motions. I couldn’t focus on the paint roller.
So, I put down the roller and started jerking off right then and there. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t trick the little guy; he didn’t want my hand. He’s got this shitty habit of never listening to me, growing at the most inconvenient times, for instance. There’s no point in arguing: he’s got a mind of his own.
That’s when my phone buzzed. A few days back, I was at a bus stop on Biscayne. It was a dark, humid night. I was waiting for my ride when she showed up. She was beautiful; she looked at me while I looked at her. Out of nowhere, some sketchy-looking guy started heading her way. She thought he was about to mug her or do something worse, so she ran over to me and grabbed my arm. I jumped. Suddenly, the guy was right in front of us, asking which bus went to “who-the-hell-knows-where.” I told him to hop on any of them, he thanked us, and went on his way. The girl, shaken up, was all embarrassed, but we ended up on the same bus and talked the whole ride. We’ve been friends ever since.
Life’s funny like that: you go to parties, you open a Tinder account, and nothing happens. Then you catch a shitty bus in Miami and, lo and behold, magic strikes. When I picked up my phone, her name was on the screen with a question: “What are you up to?”
“Standing here naked, painting the ceiling of my apartment.”
“Excuse me?”
“Dead serious. I’ll send you a pic if you want.”
She sent back the emoji with the hands over the eyes.
“But for real: if you want to come over and help, I’d be forever grateful.”
I was sure she’d say no; I just didn’t know how she’d phrase the rejection. But I guess her pussy is just as badly behaved as my dick. She typed and deleted her message about three times before finally sending, “Just for painting, right? 😜”
“Yep 🙃,” I replied.
Half an hour later, she was at the door. I had to throw some clothes on to answer it. I actually thought about answering naked or just in my boxers, but I decided to play it safe. Who knows? She might see it and run, or hit me with a harassment lawsuit… Florida isn’t for amateurs.
When I opened the door, I was met with her mischievous, “bad girl” smile. She was a brunette with jet-black hair, about 5’2″, petite, and looked almost fragile. But despite being thin, she had a mouth-watering ass and some gorgeous, full breasts. She was wearing a crop top that showed off her stomach and a pair of distressed white shorts.
We’d been painting for a few minutes, but leaving the windows open wasn’t doing a damn thing. Pretty soon, I asked if she minded if I took my shirt off. She said she didn’t, so I put my “borderline muscular” chest on display. Before I knew it, she was checking me out discreetly, or maybe not so discreetly. It’s not just us guys; they also get their eyes sucked toward fresh meat. I caught her getting distracted from the roller, staring at my arms; she realized I noticed and got a little embarrassed, but only a little.
That reminded me of a joke so lame I won’t even bore you with it, dear reader. No one ever laughs at my jokes, but she couldn’t stop herself. And the more she laughed, the more she egged me on with increasingly raunchy jokes. The more she laughed, the more the heat started to rise.
“Ugh, I’m so jealous of you guys. You can just take your shirts off.”
“Hey, as far as I’m concerned, you can take yours off too. I wouldn’t mind one bit.”
She gave me that look, the one that says she knows exactly where my head is at, but God knows what went through hers next.
”Pervert,” she said, teasingly.
I was already bracing for a rejection when she let go of the roller and pulled her shirt over her head right in front of me. She was wearing a white lacy bra that almost came off with the shirt. I must have looked like a total idiot staring at her.
”I can only imagine how many guys have lost their damn minds over all that beauty.”
“Oh, come on… no catcalling now, okay?” she said, already laughing.
”Hahahaha!!”
“You’re such a dog!”
So, we split the chores. Shorty took the baseboards, and I jammed the roller onto a broomstick to reach the top of the walls. That stick was going back and forth, back and forth, I didn’t see anything wrong, until the tip of the handle landed right between her butt cheeks! I swear it was an accident! She jumped and let out a yelp.
”Whoa! My bad! Sorry about that!” I said.
She hissed in response. I widened my eyes; I was sure I was about to get scratched by the kitten.
”Look, I get that you want to throw some wood my way, but a broomstick? Really?”
She said it with such over-the-top indignation that instead of scaring me, it made me crack up.
”Let’s just finish painting, okay?”
“Alright. You want me to show you how I lay it on?” (Thinking more about laying her than laying the paint.)
“Stop it, okay? Or else I’m gonna end up giving it to y— I mean, I’m not giving you anything!”
I just stood there, staring at her like a total idiot.
”Ah, you know what? Fuck it! I give up!”
And just like that, riding that wave of frustration, she stripped off her shorts, her panties, and her bra right in front of me like a wild woman. I was stunned and mesmerized by the tan lines on that perfect little body. But she didn’t stop there. She lunged at me, pinned me against the wall, and shoved her tongue down my throat. Her soft breasts pressed firmly against my chest. The broomstick barely had time to hit the floor.
God-tier cock luck! He must have God on speed dial, there’s no other explanation!
Not satisfied yet, the wild woman dropped to her knees in front of me and yanked my shorts and boxers down without even asking. My dick just kept growing and growing, getting harder until there was barely any room left between her lips and her throat. It was rock hard, hot, and pulsing with pure satisfaction. I didn’t even know what was happening or what to do next. The mix of adrenaline and lust made me feel something way beyond the usual. She was sucking me with everything she had, squeezing her lips around the shaft. Her tongue was doing something inside too, pressing against the head in a way I’d never felt. I could see her whole body, especially that juicy ass right there in front of me. She was a goddamn beautiful savage. She was moaning with my cock in her mouth while she rubbed herself down there. The sensation was taking over my entire body, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Stop.”
She let go of my cock and just looked at me, her lips still brushing the tip, wearing a mischievous grin. That’s when it hit me: I didn’t even have a couch for this, not even a towel to lay on the floor. But she was at a point where she clearly didn’t give a damn. So, I said, ”Get on the floor.”
She lay down with her legs wide open. Her pussy was flawless, looking like she’d just walked out of a fresh wax. Her clit was peeking through her lips, and the wet sheen of her lubrication was dripping back toward her asshole. Her full breasts had rock-hard nipples, and that playful look on her face completed the picture. I climbed on top of her, kissed her neck, grabbed her breasts, and buried my face in them. Her nipples were hard as stones.
I reached down between her legs. Two fingers slid into her tight pussy while my thumb worked her clit. I sucked on her breast until the skin turned red, and then, I migrated downstairs.
My head was buried between her thighs, and the world outside, the Management Office, the lease penalties, the FPL bill, ceased to exist. Her scent was an intoxicating mix of sweet perfume and the salty sweat from the Miami humidity. My tongue explored every fold of her pussy, feeling the velvety texture and the heat radiating from her. She stroked my hair at first, but soon her fingers tightened, yanking my hair as she arched her back. It was a rush to feel the tremors in her thighs against my cheeks; every time my tongue hit her clit, she let out a muffled moan that vibrated against my skin.
But my cock was already throbbing, demanding its share of the contract.
I told her to flip over and get on all fours. She didn’t hesitate; she planted her small hands on the cold floor and arched that juicy ass, grinding slowly as if savoring my anticipation. I grabbed her waist firmly, my hands leaving red marks on her fair skin, and guided my rod to her wet entrance. When I pushed deep, I felt the grip of her pussy hugging every inch of me until the tip hit the very back.
The sound of our bodies slamming together echoed off the bare walls of the empty apartment, a steady, primal rhythm. I could feel the sweat rolling down my back, and her chest heaving. With every stroke, she let out a cry that seemed to fill the entire space, and I buried my face in her neck, feeling the pulse in her artery. I gripped her breasts hard, feeling her nipples like small stones against my palms. The feeling of being there, in that urban void, possessing that wild woman, made my control evaporate. The pressure built from the base of my spine until it exploded; I came deep inside her, feeling her internal walls pulse in spasms around my cock as we collapsed together on the floor, surrounded by splatters of white paint.
It wasn’t until that moment that we realized we hadn’t used a condom! She swore she was on the pill and that she was clean. At that point, I didn’t have much of a choice but to take her word for it.
She barely caught her breath before heading straight to the bathroom. I stayed there, sprawled out on the cold floor for a while, sweating like a sinner in church. But it didn’t take long for the urge to come crawling back. This felt like one of those once-in-a-lifetime shots, I couldn’t just let it slip away.
I got up and headed to the bathroom, my feet leaving trails of sweat and paint splatters on the floor. I caught her splashing water on her face, trying to cool down. Through the spotted mirror, our eyes met, and that mischievous grin was still there, daring me. I didn’t say a word; I just stepped closer, feeling the heat radiating from her skin, and hoisted her up by the hips, sitting her right on the cold stone counter.
She let out a small gasp as the cold marble hit her backside, but she wasted no time wrapping her legs around me. The counter was high, putting her pussy, still soaking wet and glistening from our first round, right at eye level with my cock, which was already throbbing again. Her gaze flickered between my face and the view below, mesmerized as she watched me line up with her entrance.
Without even needing to aim, I slid deep inside her in one smooth motion. I felt her wet heat swallow me whole as my balls slammed against her ass with a sharp crack that echoed off the tiles. She arched her back, head snapping back, and I locked my lips onto hers. It was a hungry kiss, tasting like pure adrenaline, lasting the entire time I was driving into her, making the shampoo bottles rattle on the counter. The pleasure hit like an unbearable heatwave, and almost at the same instant, we felt the final spasm. We came together, clinging to each other, while the mirror fogged up from our heavy breathing.
We actually tried to finish the painting after that, but we made the rookie mistake of staying naked while we did it. It went exactly how you’d expect: my bratty dick and her restless pussy took control of us all over again.
In the end, I ran out of time to finish the place and had to cough up another month’s rent. I only managed to get the job done later with the help of those friends who had been making excuses before, because it was obvious that with her around, no painting was ever getting done. But that wasn’t the end; it was just the beginning of my relationship with that beautiful, wild, and crazy girl.
