I push open the creaky front door. Hallway dim, light slits under the kitchen door. Smell of mushrooms, chicken, cream hits me. Noon heat heavy in our perched village houses crammed close. Neighbors’ windows overlook the alley. One wrong moan, they’ll know.
Footsteps soft on parquet. Crack. I peek. Viviane there, in Ivy’s robe. Too big, drags floor. She’s tiny, stirring pot. Turns, smiles. Eyes lock. Robe gaps. Small tit peeks, pink nipple hard. Heart jumps. Ivy’s ghost in every fold.
The Contact
“Tourte’s almost ready, Hugo.” Voice husky. Hand on mine. Warm. “Thanks for saving me. Let me thank you proper. Fuck me. Turn the page.” Breath catches. Village asleep, siesta time. Risk pulses. Houses thin walls. Alley shadows watch.
Nod. Can’t speak. Lead her. Hallway parquet groans under feet. Bedroom door whispers shut. Click. Light filters blinds, dust dances. Bed sags, Ivy’s side untouched. Robe slips. Her body bare. Pale skin, black bush. Small tits firm. Mine twitch.
She drops. Kneels. Hands yank pants. Cock springs free. Hard already. Grips base. Tongue flicks tip. Salty pre-cum. Sucks slow. Wet slurp muffled. Eyes up, begging. I groan low. Parquet creaks as I shift. Walls paper-thin. Neighbor’s dog barks distant. Too close.
The Indiscretion
Mouth hot, vacuum tight. Bobs deep. Gags soft. Spit drips chin. Fingers pinch her tit. Small, perfect handful. Nipple twists. She moans around shaft. Vibration shoots balls. Thrust hips. Fuck her face quiet. Risk burns. What if alley eyes peer? Curtain twitch?
Builds fast. Balls tighten. Grab head. Pump. Cum erupts. Thick ropes hit throat. She gulps, greedy. Some spills lips. Groan rips muffled. Grab tit hard. Then—earthquake. Bed shakes violent. Walls rumble. Parquet cracks loud. Armoire rattles. Ivy’s dresses sway. Photos tumble. Youth snaps scatter floor. Village screams outside. Tiles crash alley.
Cum still spurts on her tongue. She swallows, eyes wide terror-joy. Hold her. Bodies slick sweat. Tremors fade. Silence drops heavy. Hearts hammer. Listen. Footsteps alley? Neighbor yell? No. Secret holds.
Pull out. She licks clean. Smile wicked. Lie back. Sheets Ivy-scented. Chest heaves. Light shifts blinds, gold bars skin. Parquet settles creak. Village stirs slow. We fucked ghosts away. Ivy watched. Neighbors blind. I slip downstairs first. Alley empty. Heart pounds stairs. Door shuts soft. Secret mine. Grimy, alive.