Yosua wiped the sweat from his brow as he hauled the last cardboard box into his new apartment, the kind of place that smelled faintly of fresh paint and distant rain. Kota X wasn't exactly forgiving in its humidity, but this spot was a godsend—forty-five minutes from the office instead of that soul-crushing four-hour commute from his old dive. The unit was bigger than he needed, with wide windows overlooking a cluster of food stalls and neon signs that flickered like faulty fireflies. He collapsed onto the unmade bed, staring at the ceiling fan that spun lazily, already plotting how he'd turn this into a proper bachelor pad.
Unpacking could wait. The sun was dipping low, painting the hallway in shades of orange when Yosua stepped out for a breather. That's when he spotted her—leaning against the railing two doors down, scrolling her phone with a casual grace that made his pulse kick up. She had this effortless vibe: dark hair cascading over one shoulder, a tank top hugging curves that demanded attention. Her breasts strained against the fabric, full and inviting, and when she shifted, the way her jeans clung to her rounded ass sent a jolt straight to his groin. Yosua wasn't one to shy away from an opportunity. "Hey, new neighbor?" he called out, flashing what he hoped was a charming grin.
She looked up, her eyes lighting with curiosity. "Guilty. You must be the guy who just moved in. I'm Jeni." Her voice was smooth, laced with a hint of amusement, and up close, she was even more stunning—lips full, skin glowing under the fading light. They chatted for a bit, the usual small talk about the building's quirks and the best street food nearby. But Yosua's mind wandered, fixating on the swell of her chest, imagining peeling that top off and burying his face in those soft mounds. Jeni laughed at one of his jokes, her body leaning in just enough to brush his arm, and he felt his cock twitch. Yeah, he thought, I'd fuck her senseless if I got the chance.
Night fell like a heavy curtain, the air thick and sticky without the AC humming. Yosua tossed on his sheets, the heat turning his skin slick. Around 1 a.m., a distant rumble echoed—thunder, maybe, but then the lights snapped off. The whole building plunged into blackout, courtesy of some flooded substation a block away, water lapping at 1.5 meters high. He groaned, fanning himself with a magazine, when a frantic knock rattled his door. Groggy, he stumbled over, flipping on his phone's flashlight.
There she was—Jeni, wide-eyed and breathless in a thin nightshirt that did nothing to hide her silhouette. The fabric clung to her damp skin from the humidity, nipples pebbling against the material. "Yosua? It's me, from down the hall. The power's out, and... I hate the dark. Can I come in? Just for a bit?" Her voice trembled, but there was something else in her eyes—vulnerability mixed with that earlier spark.
He blinked, heart racing. "Shit, yeah, come on in." He stepped aside, the door clicking shut behind her. The apartment was a cave now, shadows dancing from his phone light. Jeni hovered near the couch, arms crossed over her chest, but it only accentuated the way her breasts pressed together. Yosua grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge—still cool enough—and handed her one. "Here, drink. It's like a sauna in here."
They sank onto the couch, the silence broken by the occasional creak of the building or far-off rain. At first, it was awkward—talking about work, the flood messing up the power grid—but the darkness loosened their tongues. Jeni confessed she worked in marketing, hated long hours but loved the chaos. Yosua shared stories from his tech gig, the endless debugging sessions that left him fried. An hour slipped by, the clock on his phone glowing 2 a.m., and the conversation turned personal. She mentioned a bad breakup, how she craved something real. He admitted the move was partly to shake off his own loneliness.
In the dim glow, their eyes met more often, lingering. Jeni's leg brushed his, and neither pulled away. The heat amplified everything—the scent of her skin, floral and warm; the way her nightshirt rode up, exposing a sliver of thigh. Yosua felt his dick hardening, pressing against his shorts. Jeni's gaze flicked down, then back up, her cheeks flushing. "It's so fucking hot," she murmured, fanning herself, but her eyes said more. She wanted this, he could tell—the tension crackling like static.
He leaned in first, testing. "You okay?" His hand grazed her knee, and she didn't flinch. Instead, she turned, her lips parting as she closed the gap. Their kiss started soft, exploratory, but ignited fast—tongues sliding, hungry. Jeni's hands roamed his chest, nails scraping lightly, while Yosua cupped her face, then trailed down to those magnificent tits. He squeezed through the shirt, feeling their weight, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. She moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch.
"Fuck, Jeni," he growled, breaking the kiss to yank her shirt over her head. Her breasts spilled free—no bra, just perfect, heavy globes with dark nipples begging for attention. He dove in, sucking one into his mouth, tongue flicking while his hand kneaded the other. She gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Yes, like that... don't stop." Her skin tasted salty from the sweat, intoxicating.
Emboldened, Yosua pushed her back onto the couch, kissing down her neck, her collarbone, until he reached her navel. Jeni wiggled out of her shorts, revealing a simple thong soaked through. He peeled it off slowly, exposing her pussy—shaved smooth, lips glistening in the faint light. "God, you're wet," he said, voice rough. She spread her legs, inviting, and he buried his face between them. His tongue lapped at her folds, savoring the tangy sweetness, circling her clit with firm strokes. Jeni bucked, a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries, but the sounds escaped—sharp, needy whimpers. "Oh fuck, Yosua... right there. Eat my pussy."
He obliged, sucking her clit while sliding two fingers inside, curling them against her G-spot. She clenched around him, thighs quivering, and soon she was grinding against his face, chasing release. When she came, it was explosive—her body shuddering, a gush of wetness coating his chin as she squirted lightly, the first time he'd ever made a woman do that. "Holy shit," she panted, pulling him up for a messy kiss, tasting herself on his lips.
Yosua stripped off his shorts, his cock springing free—thick, veined, throbbing with need. Jeni's eyes widened, her hand wrapping around it, stroking slowly. "I want this inside me," she whispered, guiding him between her legs. He positioned himself, rubbing the head against her slick entrance, teasing until she begged. Then he thrust in, deep and slow, filling her completely. She was tight, hot, her walls gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, you're so big," she moaned, nails digging into his back.
They found a rhythm in the darkness, the couch creaking under them. Yosua pounded into her, each stroke hitting deep, her tits bouncing with the force. Sweat slicked their bodies, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. Jeni wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him harder. "Deeper... fuck me harder." He did, angling to grind against her clit, and she came again, pussy pulsing around his dick, milking him.
Not done yet, Yosua pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach. Her ass was a masterpiece—round, firm—and he couldn't resist. He spread her cheeks, spitting on her tight hole before pressing a finger in. Jeni tensed, then relaxed with a groan. "You like that? Want my cock in your ass?" She nodded, pushing back. He eased in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep. The tightness was insane, her ass clenching around him as he started to thrust. "Oh god, yes... fuck my ass, Yosua." He reached around to rub her clit, building her up while he railed her from behind. The sensation was overwhelming—her moans turning to screams she barely stifled.
They switched positions again, Jeni straddling him on the floor now, riding his cock reverse cowgirl. Her ass cheeks jiggled with each bounce, and Yosua slapped them lightly, watching them redden. She leaned back, grinding, her pussy swallowing him whole. "I'm gonna come... fill me up," she demanded, and he did—thrusting up as she shattered, her orgasm triggering his. He exploded inside her, hot cum flooding her pussy in thick spurts, a creamy pie that leaked out when she finally lifted off.
They collapsed together, breathing ragged, bodies entwined in the sticky heat. The clock read 4 a.m. when the lights flickered back on, harsh and sudden. Jeni blinked, reality crashing in, but she smiled lazily. "That was... intense." She dressed quickly, stealing one last kiss before slipping out the door. Yosua lay there, spent and grinning, the scent of sex lingering.
Morning light filtered through the blinds, chasing away the night's haze. Yosua showered, the hot water a luxury after the blackout, and stepped into the hall just as Jeni emerged from her unit. She looked fresh, hair tied back, in a crisp blouse that hinted at those curves he'd worshipped hours ago. "Morning," she said, eyes twinkling with shared secret.
"Morning," he replied, falling into step beside her. They walked together toward the street, where the city buzzed with early commuters and food carts steaming up the air. The commute to their jobs—hers a quick bus ride, his a short drive—felt electric now, charged with possibility. As they parted at the corner, Jeni leaned in. "Dinner tonight? My place. Lights on or off, your call."
Yosua chuckled, watching her ass sway as she walked away. "Off. Definitely off." Who knew a flooded substation could short-circuit into the best move of his life? In Kota X, where power outages were as common as rain, he'd take the darkness any day—if it meant more nights like that.
But as he drove to work, replaying every thrust, every moan, a sly thought hit him: next time, he'd bring the ropes from his unpacked box. Jeni seemed the type who'd love a little tie-up in the blackout. The day ahead suddenly didn't seem so bad.