Backyard fence between us. I spy Brigitte gardening. That ass sways. Thin waist, short blonde curls, teacher glasses. Ordinary face, killer hips. My cock twitches. Neighbors’ lights off. Everyone thinks we’re saints. Six months ago, my anonymous letter. Dirty fantasies. She called, hung up. Now, lessons for Jérémie. Wednesdays. Saturdays. Her kitchen. Close. Too close.
Door creaks open. I enter their pavilion. Parquet groans under my shoes. Jérémie upstairs, scribbling homework. Muffled pencil scratches. Brigitte smiles. ‘Check on him, Charles. Then kitchen.’ Heart races. She knows. The letter. I nod. Climb stairs slow. Kid focused. Door shuts soft. Light filters under frame. Back down. Floorboards whisper. Kitchen door ajar. She waits.
The Contact
Changed. Tight black sweater hugs tits. Gray skirt flares below knees. Exactly like my letter. ‘Grab me from behind. Like you wrote.’ Eyes lock. Consent. I slip behind. Body presses hers. Hands cup breasts. Full. Firm. Squeeze through wool. Nipples harden. She gasps low. My cock nests between ass cheeks. Grind slow. Fabric rasps. Pull up sweater. Bra down. Tits spill. Warm. Heavy. Pinch peaks. She arches.
Hand dives under skirt. Thighs silk. Up. Higher. Panty damp. Fingers trace slit. Wet heat. Press. Circle clit. She bites lip. ‘Yes. Faster.’ Muffled moan. Legs quiver. House creaks. Is Jérémie listening? Husband due any minute. Bar close by. Tires on gravel? No. Fingers slip inside. Soaked pussy grips. One. Two. Three. Pump deep. Juices squelch soft. She bucks. Thighs clamp hand. ‘Don’t stop. Cumming. Ahhh.’ Body shakes. Drenching my palm. Puts fingers in her mouth. Tongue laps greedily. Salty. Ours.
The Indiscretion
She turns. Kisses fierce. Tongues tangle. Spit drips. Tits heaving. My dick aches. Balls blue. Back to table. She hikes skirt. Legs spread wide. Ankles high. Pussy exposed. Pink. Glistening. But first, relief. ‘Your turn.’ Unzips me. Cock springs. Veiny. Throbbing. Hand wraps. Strokes firm. Eyes bore in. ‘Tighter?’ Spit on head. Glides slick. Faster. Balls tighten. ‘Gonna cum.’ She cups palm. Jets hot. Thick ropes. Fills hand. ‘Lick it. Swallow.’ Tongue dives. Gulps semen. Fingers clean. Sucks each. ‘First time. Not bad.’ Cleans my softening cock. Lips purse. Gentle.
Jérémie calls. She straightens. Skirt down. Innocent. Door bangs. François home. Beer breath. ‘Thanks, Charles.’ Chat normal. Parquet creaks out. Heart hammers. Cross garden. Wife’s car pulls up. Neighbors’ windows dark. Secret safe. Cock stirs again. Next lesson? More. Fuck the risk.