Stuck in the elevator with my dream neighbor.

Since childhood, I had looked at my neighbor through the fence of desire. She was over forty, I had just turned twenty-five, but this difference only fueled the fire. Anna — a mature, confident woman with voluptuous curves that always tempted me like forbidden fruit. Her leather outfits, short skirts, and high boots made her look like a fatal goddess from my nightly dreams. I imagined embracing her, my hands sliding over her body, penetrating the secrets she hid beneath her strict facade. But reality was far away — she only nodded at me in the hallway, and I would blush and look away. That evening, everything changed. I entered the elevator right after her. She was in her

signature leather coat, which barely covered a mini-skirt made of the same shiny material, hugging her rounded hips. Stiletto boots squeaked on the metal floor, emphasizing the length of her legs. The elevator jerked upward, and suddenly — a crunch, then darkness. The light went out, the mechanism froze between floors. We were stuck. In complete darkness. — Damn, this junk again, — she muttered, her voice echoing off the walls. I heard her rummaging through her pockets for her phone. My heart pounded. The darkness hid us but intensified every sensation: the scent of her perfume mixed with the smell of leather, the warmth of her body in the confined space. I couldn't hold back. I stepped closer, my hands, guided by years of fantasy, touched her shoulders.

— Don't be afraid, — I whispered, feeling her shudder. Instead of pulling away, she froze. My fingers slid over her coat, undoing the top button. The darkness was our ally — no one would see, no one would judge. I embraced her from behind, pressing my whole body against her. Her back arched, I felt the firmness of her buttocks under the skirt. My lips found her neck, the kiss was greedy. She gasped but didn't push me away. Anna's hands reached back, digging into my hips.

— You always looked at me like that, — she whispered hoarsely.

— Little pervert. But today… only what I allow. My palms dove under the skirt, finding lace panties. She was hot, wet with arousal. I pulled them down, my fingers penetrated between her legs, but she intercepted my hand.

— No, — she said firmly.

— Not there. Only from behind. In my ass. No regular sex. I'm not a whore for your cock in my pussy.

Her words hit like a slap but ignited me even more. In the darkness of the elevator, we turned into animals. I unzipped my pants, my cock, hard as stone, pressed against her buttocks. She leaned forward, bracing her hands against the wall, her skirt hiked up, revealing smooth skin. I spat on my fingers, lubricating her tight anus — it was warm, yielding under my pressure. The first finger went in easily, she moaned, arching. The second — and she growled with pleasure, her body trembling.

— Come on, boy, fuck me in the ass, — she whispered filthily, her voice dripping with lust. I pressed the head of my cock against her opening, thrust forward. She was tight, hot like a volcano. Every centimeter of penetration was accompanied by her moans — a mix of pain and bliss. I plunged deeper, feeling her muscles clench me like a vise. Anna's hands gripped my hair, she moved to meet me, impaling herself on the cock with greed. We fucked in that cage of metal and darkness. My thrusts became faster, rougher — the slapping of skin against skin echoed through the elevator. Her coat fell open, revealing full breasts that I kneaded, pinching her nipples. She screamed: "Deeper, in my dirty ass! Cum there!" The smell of sweat, leather, and sex filled the space. I couldn't hold back — semen gushed inside her, hot, abundant, filling her anus. She came right after, her body shuddered, wetness trickled down her thighs. The elevator jerked, the lights came on. We quickly got dressed, our faces flushed. The doors opened on her floor. She turned, kissed me on the cheek.

— This is our secret, neighbor. Only anal.