Foggy presses her against the wall, yelling "I drank the eel, Matty." She giggles and gasps into his mouth when he slips his hand into her shirt, toying with the edge of her bra. It's not a even cute one, she thinks. If I'd have known this was going to happen I would have worn my lace one. She thinks about saying that to Foggy but his hand cups her breastfeeding and she moans instead. He whispers, "Can't be too loud, the lady across the hall has very keen hearing."

"What about Matt?," she says back softly, trying to catch her breath. This is a bad idea, but she's not gonna stop it just yet. She may or not have a knack for bad ideas anyway.

"Well, if Matt hears, and comes out....we'll deal with it when it happens. Right now, I want to get you off."

He slides his hand under her waistband and past her panties, she's gasping agin. Oh, yeah, this is definitely a bad idea, but he's touching her so softly and shes always been very responsive. Her orgasm trembles through her, and she bites her lips to keep the noise down.

Foggy's pupils are blown wide and he kisses her like a drowning man.

And the door across the hall is wrenched open, and Foggy and her flee the scene of the crime.