Sunday dawn. Hallway creaks under my bare feet. Light filters through blinds, golden slivers on parquet. Olga’s door ajar. Heart thumps. Rebecca still sleeps in our room, sheets tangled. I slip out for coffee. Bump into Olga. She’s in silk robe, red slippers glinting. Eyes lock. Her whisper: ‘Couldn’t sleep, Fred?’ Hand brushes my chest. Breath hot. Risk pulses. Neighbors’ houses dark across the garden. One shout, curtains twitch. She nods to study door. I cross threshold. Door clicks shut. Soft.
Her fingers trace my jaw. ‘Missed my feet?’ I nod, bulge growing. She perches on desk edge. Slips off one slipper. Toes flex in sheer stocking. Parquet groans faintly as I kneel. Outside, distant car hums. Close. Too close. She cups my chin. ‘Quiet now. Rebecca stirs easy.’ Lips brush ear. I inhale her scent—musk, perfume, yesterday’s cum faint on skin. Door light seeps under. Shadow shifts? No. Just pulse racing.
The Contact
She extends leg. Stocking whispers over skin. I grasp ankle. Tongue darts to arch. Salty silk. She bites lip, stifles moan. Hand in my hair, pulls closer. ‘Suck toes. Slow.’ I obey. Wet pops muffled. Parquet cracks—my knee slips. Freeze. Listen. Silence. But garden path gravel crunches? Neighbor walking dog? Eyes wide. She smirks. ‘Excites you, pet.’ Yes. God yes.
Standing now. Robe parts. Black lace thong peeks. No bra. Nipples hard peaks. She hikes skirt remnant. ‘Touch.’ Fingers graze thigh. Heat radiates. String damp. I press face near. Aroma hits—tart, aroused pussy. Tongue flicks gusset. She gasps, hand clamps mouth. ‘Shh.’ Study window blinds rattle soft breeze. Voices? Kids playing early? No. Imagination. But fear spikes cock harder.
The Indiscretion
She pushes me back. Onto leather chaise. Creaks loud. Winces. ‘Hush.’ Straddles thigh. Grinds slow. Wet smear on skin. Unzips me. Cock springs free. Pre-cum beads. Her foot—bare now—plants on shaft. Toes curl grip. Strokes firm. Skin slaps soft, fleshy. I groan low. She covers my mouth. ‘Neighbors hear everything.’ Garden light flares through slats. Silhouette passes fence? Freeze mid-thrust.
Foot pumps faster. Heel digs balls. Ache sweet. She spits on toes. Slick glide. Leans in. Tongue laps head. Swirls. Saliva drips. Muffled sucks. Gags quiet. Hand twists base. ‘Cum for feet.’ Balls tighten. Edge hits. Hold back—creak outside? Footsteps stairs? Rebecca? No. Blast comes. Spurts arc. Coat her sole white. Thick ropes. She milks dry. Smears cum on toes. Forces in my mouth. Taste own salt. Swallow hush.
She rises. Robe ties. Cum glistens foot. ‘Clean later.’ Kisses forehead. ‘Good boy.’ I stagger up. Pants wet spot. Door cracks open. Peek hall. Empty. Heart hammers chest. Slip out. Parquet whispers retreat. Cross Rebecca’s door—mumble inside? Sleeping. Garden dark still. Neighbor’s window lit now. Curtain twitches? Dash room. Door shuts soft. Collapse bed. Cock twitches aftershocks. Secret burns. Grin in dark. Tomorrow? More.