The hallway light flickers dimly. It’s late. Everyone’s asleep in the building. I slip out of my apartment, heart thumping. Benoît’s door is right across. Five days since we met. His green eyes, that seductive smile. 1m76, muscled legs, grabable love handles. I knock soft. Door creaks open. ‘Coucou, it’s me.’ He pulls me in. Whisper: ‘Jeanne’s not coming. Come listen to tracks.’ Parquet groans under my heels. We chat on his matelas. Tension builds. He asks for a massage. Shirt up to his neck. My hands knead his back. Soft sighs escape him. Skin hot. We dream aloud—trips, futures. Falling hard.
No Jeanne. TV on low. He lays head on my knees. Fingers stroke his hair, chest. Silence stretches. Quarter hour. Breathing syncs. Fear mixes with heat. Desire wins. Eyes meet. ‘I think I love you,’ he whispers. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Heat floods me. We stumble to bedroom. Door shuts with a click. Light filters under from hallway. Stores rattle faintly outside. I straddle him. Hands under clothes. Debardeur off. Pussy soaks my panties. His cock strains against me. ‘Want you,’ he breathes. Too fast. Period. I flee. Text later: ‘Me too.’ Regret burns.
The Contact
Next day, post-work rush. Hallway empty. Door opens. Lips fuse instantly. Cuddles turn fierce. Bedroom again. Straddle like before. He peels my top. Black bra hugs my heavy tits. Pants off. Matching black thong. I strip his shirt, button by button. Short drops. ‘Can I?’ Bra unclasps. Tits spill out. He gropes, sucks nipples. Hard peaks throb. Thong gone. Naked on him. His boxers fly. Skins slap wet. My dripping slit slides his rock-hard cock. No words. Guide him in. Slow. Inch by inch. Fills me deep. Been too long. Eyes lock—rushed, but ours.
The Indiscretion
Ride starts. Hips grind. Clit rubs his abs. Parquet creaks under bed. Muffled thumps. Hold breath. Neighbors sleep thin walls away. His hand finds my clit. Circles fast. Body tenses. Face twists pleasure. Wave crashes. Pussy clamps. I cum hard, silent scream bitten lip. Body shakes. ‘Your turn?’ Eyes say yes. Faster bucks. Sloppy wet sounds. His face contorts. Cock pulses. Fills me hot spurts. Convulses inside. Collapse together. Hearts pound sync.
Sneak out later. Hallway dark. Steps whisper. Parquet cracks soft. Cross old lady in stairs? No. Door clicks shut home. Secret safe. Pussy leaks his cum. Grin in dark. Neighborhood dreams innocent. Ours burns raw.