I wake parched. Hélène’s soft ass still pressed to my face. Her breaths even, deep. Slip from sheets. Bare feet hit cool tile. Door handle turns slow. Tiny creak echoes. Hallway swallows me. Dim moonlight spills from villa window. Shadows dance on white walls. Floorboards sigh under weight.
Rustle ahead. Door cracks open. Caroline emerges. Eyes wide, haunted. Catches my gaze. Freezes. ‘Nathalie,’ she hisses. Voice barely air. Tears streak her cheeks. ‘I… sorry. Lost it.’ Her robe hangs loose. Nipples poke fabric. I step close. Heat radiates. ‘Shh.’ Finger to lips. Glance past her. Open window at hall end. Neighbor villa glows. Lights flicker. Someone moves inside. Curtains sway. Heart skips. Too close. One shout, whole quarter wakes.
The Contact
She grabs wrist. Pulls gentle. ‘Please. Come.’ Threshold looms. Her doorframe. I nod. Cross over. Click shut. But not locked. Breath hitches.
Inside, she spins. Pushes me to wall. Lips crash. Wet, desperate. Tongues tangle sloppy. Hands claw robe off. Naked now. Her tits mash mine. Hard nipples scrape. ‘Watch,’ she whispers. Drags to mirror. Full length. Positions us side by side. Her fingers dive to my bush. Parts wet lips. I gasp soft. ‘Quiet,’ she breathes. Strokes my clit. Slow circles. My hand mirrors. Finds her soaked slit. Dips in. Hot, clenching.
Bed too far. We drop to rug. Knees grind fibers. She spreads legs wide. Moon filters through blinds. Slats stripe skin. Pussy glistens. I bury face. Lick rough. Salty tang floods tongue. She bites fist. Muffled whine. ‘Fuck… yes.’ Hips buck. Grinds on mouth. My nose mashes clit. Juices smear chin. Her hand fists hair. Pulls hard.
Switch. She mounts face. Rides slow. Rug burns knees. Window blinds rattle faint. Breeze carries neighbor laughs. Too near. Hear us? See shadows? Cock hardens in my throat—no, her fingers plunge ass. Two deep. I buck. Clit throbs. She grinds mirror view. Watches own face twist. ‘Coming… fuck!’ Body quakes. Silent scream. Pussy floods mouth. I lap greedy.
The Indiscretion
My turn. She flips. Fingers my gash. Three knuckle deep. Thumb clit mash. ‘Cum quiet, slut.’ I obey. Bite arm. Waves crash. Legs lock. Squirt hits her palm. Slick mess.
Pant heavy. Sweat cools. She kisses neck. ‘Thanks. Needed.’ Eyes shine. No shame now.
Slip out. Door whispers shut. Hall empty. Heart hammers ribs. Floor creaks traitor loud. Jean-Marc snores drifts from room. Pass slow. Neighbor window darkens. Safe?
Back to Hélène. Slide in. Her arm drapes. Sleep claims. Secret burns sweet. Quarter sleeps blind.