Dating Aria: Sneaking in Sneakers

"Thank God for that!" I joked, striking a silly pose.

"You're like a 10 outta 10. How did you end up in my room?"

"You're like an 11 outta 10! So that's probably why."

Before I could stop her, she sprang from the bed and knelt down in front of me, her tongue expertly aiming for my exposed pussy. I had to fight the urge to give in to her advances as I continued searching for those damn panties. I cursed out loud, scanning the room for them. Aria had done a masterful job at restricting my movement, so finding them seemed hopeless. As I tried to focus on the task at hand, I could feel a wave of pleasure start to build inside me. My moans grew louder and louder, until it felt like the whole neighborhood could hear me.

"Oh my God! Only you can make me feel this way baby!" I shouted as my body rocked with pleasure. I brought her back to her feet, before pushing her back onto the bed. This time, it's my turn to kneel down. She was more vocal with this round of lovemaking, perhaps emboldened by my passionate display. Not just moans, but she also started uttering naughty phrases, driving me wilder than before. I could scarcely believe our cries reverberated across the apartment, maybe even permeating the corridors. Good thing her mom wasn't home. If she had been, we would be unable to hide our passion anyway, leading to all sorts of trouble.

Our desire growing ever stronger, I coaxed her into scissoring with me. As it was her first time, I had to guide her a bit but soon she caught on to the rhythm and we moved together in a blissful harmony on her bed. She held onto my breasts as we rocked back and forth. Our passionate moans filling the air and an observer would likely have thought we were breaking noise ordinances. We were in fact making enough noise that we didn't hear Aria's mom arrive back home from the shopping trip.

Our frenzied lovemaking left us both trembling and panting for breath, our bodies clinging together in sated exhaustion on the bed. Just as we were about to let go, Aria's mother called out her name from the kitchen, and we jumped apart, our hearts pounding in nervousness.

"Fuck," I whispered in shock.

"Fuck." she replied.

"I've overstayed my welcome," I sighed.

"What should we do?" Aria asked.

My mind raced with ideas; could I slip under the bed? Climb out the window? Pose as a pile of laundry? But before I could act, Aria had already started working on a plan.

"Don't worry, I've got you," she said with a mischievous grin, as she quickly gathered my clothes and shoes and handed them to me. "Just follow my lead," she purred, as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her embrace before opening the door and sauntering out of the room.

As I followed Aria's lead, my eyes darted around the apartment, drinking in the unfamiliar surroundings. I overheard her mom recounting the story of how she managed to get her hands on Aria's favorite candy and ice cream. Aria's giggles were like a bell, making the air seem more alive. Her mother was enthralled in appreciating her daughter's tales from school and I, on the other hand, tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible, but my half dressed state and womanly curves making it a bit of a challenge. Nevertheless, with a few deft maneuvers, I made it to the front door unseen and soon enough Aria snuck away to help me with my exit and give me a tight goodbye hug.

"Thanks for coming over, I hope it was worth the risk," Aria whispered with a sly smile, "I'll hit you up later."

I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as I walked out the door, grateful for Aria's quick thinking and ability to keep us out of trouble. It was exciting to know that we were in this together and we had each other's backs. I also couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I drove home, reliving the thrill of sneaking around with Aria.

"I feel like a teenager again," I chuckled into the FaceTime call with her later that night. "Making out in bedrooms and dodging parents." Aria laughed, her voice filled with mischief. "So, are you up for round two tomorrow?" she asked, tempting me with the prospect of more illicit adventures. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if things were moving too fast. But the excitement in her voice was contagious and I found myself agreeing to meet up again. "I'll call you after my busy day at the salon," I said with a grin. It was exciting to be in a relationship with someone so youthful and energetic. Maybe being a teenager again wasn't so bad after all.