The apartment building was old, and the hallway was narrow and dimly lit, with dingy walls and a cracked tile floor. Most of the doors were tightly shut, and the only sound was the occasional creak of a floorboard from behind one of them.
Nessa rushed up the stairs, trying to catch her breath. She had just said goodbye to her husband, Chaim, in the lobby, and she felt a bit out of sorts. She had wished him a good day at work, and reminded him not to forget their anniversary next week.
She was feeling sentimental, and hoped that he could sense it. But as she ran back up to their apartment, she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
Aaron walked down the hallway as he heard footsteps coming towards him from around the corner. He tried stopping, but Nessa crashed into him, sending him tumbling to the ground. . "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she said, panting heavily as she unceremoniously blushed. "I was just running up the stairs."
"It's okay," he replied, as he smiled at her. "It happens sometimes, I'm none the worse for wear, you ok?""
Yes, I'm fine," Nessa replied, still breathless and feeling a bit embarrassed. It wasn't often that she bumped into someone, and it definitely didn't help that it was a man, and an unrelated one at that.
Aaron stood up, unthinkingly holding out a hand to help her up as well. Nessa looked around to see if anyone was around, hesitated for a moment before taking it, and stood up. She felt a slight tingle as their hands touched.
"Oh I'm so sorry about that" Aaron gasped. He looked downwards out of shame, but couldn't help freezing for a moment at the zipper of her sweatshirt, which Nessa had accidentally left more open than usual in her rush to give her husband lunch.
Nessa felt a shiver with his gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and attraction. She didn't know what to say, so she simply nodded and smiled awkwardly.
As they parted ways, Nessa couldn't help but feel drawn to Aaron. She wondered what it would be like to talk to him more, to get to know him better. But she knew that such a thing was impossible, given the strict rules of their community.
She continued up the stairs, feeling a bit flustered and unsure of herself. She went into her apartment and began reading a book to distract herself, but images of Aaron lifting her up off the floor kept flashing through her mind. She put the book down, and sat for a moment thinking of the feeling that had coursed through her body when their fingers touched. She suddenly startled realizing that she was touching her panties and rubbing her little nub she had down there. She felt ashamed for a second, but the feeling overwhelmed her and she decided to give in. She began rubbing harder, because it felt so good. In her mind, Aaron was the one touching her, and he was on her couch doing it. Suddenly she felt this strange, strong quivering from inside her. her insides contracted, and she felt this immense wave of pleasure, one that she had never really felt with Chaim. She stood up, breathless and shaking. She looked at herself in the mirror, slightly disheveled and flushed, she felt a strong mix of guilt and desire. and didn't know what to do. She closed her eyes and imagined kissing Aaron. Her mouth moved against his, and she could taste his lips on hers. It felt so good. In her mind she kissed him again and again, as she touched herself more, she started imagining Aaron doing absolutely wicked things to her... When Chaim came home, he found his wife sitting on the couch, spent and looking flush. He sat down next to her and asked. “Are you all right, Ness?” She replied, ‘Yes, I'm fine,” and tried to pretend that she hadn't just thought about how much she wanted to be on top of their neighbor while he was fucking her. She knew she should be able to control herself, that this wasn't exactly normal behavior, but she couldn't stop herself. She turned toward her husband and leaned on his shoulder. "Just a long day. Let's have dinner".
