The hallway light flickers dimly. It’s 6:30 PM, late for a checkup. Footsteps echo softly on the creaky wooden floor. Jean knocks lightly on Valérie’s door, her apartment-office on the ground floor. She opens, smiles, kisses his cheek. ‘Evening, Jean. Alone tonight, assistant left early.’ Her breath warm, eyes sparkling. He steps in, hangs his jacket. Hallway door clicks shut. Light filters under it from the building corridor. Neighbors upstairs, asleep soon. He settles into the reclining chair, almost a bed. Hears her move in the next room, her bedroom. Rustling fabric. Parquet groans faintly.
She enters. Blouse half-buttoned, no tee underneath. Transparent bra cups small tits, nipples hinting. Below, see-through panties outline her pussy lips. No skirt. Jean’s breath catches. She inclines the chair flat. Sits close, legs parted. His eyes lock on her crotch, details sharp. Wetness glistening. She leans in, checks his mouth. His head presses her tits. Soft, yielding. Cock twitches, hardens fast. Blouse shifts. Panties brush his fingers on the tray. She reaches for tools. Fingers graze his bulge. Once. Twice. Stroking now, innocent pretense. He shifts hand, touches her thigh. Skin hot. Smooth.
The Contact
‘Treatment done. Move freely,’ she whispers. Voice husky. He turns head, lips on bra. She presses closer. Hand unzips him. Frees thick cock from boxers. Sixty, still rock-hard, veiny. She strokes firm, slow. He unhooks bra. Small tits pop free, nipples erect. Sucks them greedy. Tongue flicks. Blouse flies off. His shirt unbuttons. She drops, mouth engulfs cock. Wet suction. Gags softly. He pulls panties aside. Shaved pussy drips honey. Tongue dives in. Clit swells under lips. Finger slides in, then two. She moans muffled, hips buck.
Words scarce. ‘Fuck me,’ she breathes. Straddles chair. Guides cock to slick hole. Sinks down. Tight, hot grip. Rides wild. Chair squeaks dangerously. Parquet cracks under shifts. Windows blinds rattle faint. Neighbors might hear. She bends over armrest. He eats pussy from behind. Tongue laps ass too. Finger probes tight ring, slick with her juice. Cock teases hole. She grabs it, aims. ‘In my ass.’ Pushes back. He thrusts slow, deep. Fingers clit. She shudders, bites lip to stifle cry.
The Indiscretion
‘Bed next door,’ she gasps. They stumble, naked, entwined. Door ajar. Light spills from hallway under main entrance. Clic-clac unfolds with pop. She sucks cock again, sloppy. 69 on mattress. His face buried in pussy, tongue fucking. She grinds, juices flood. Positions flip. Missionary pound. Doggy anal ream. She screams low, fists sheets. Final ride, cowgirl frenzy. He erupts deep in her pussy. Cum floods. She collapses, quivers.
Tenderness now. Lips meet, kiss deep. Bodies slick, spent. Whispers of more. Clock ticks. He dresses quiet. She too, blouse loose. Escort to door. Hallway empty, but stairs creak somewhere. Heart pounds. Steps out. Door shuts soft. Traverses dim corridor. Footsteps above? Neighbor dog barks distant. Escalier cold under feet. Home safe. Secret locked. Cock twitches at memory. Neighborhood sleeps, oblivious.