The apartment hallway smells of detergent and dust. Saturday afternoon, autumn chill seeps through the door. Washing machine in the corner hums loud, spin cycle rattling the floor. Bibelots gleam on shelves. Chloé’s parents are away. Perfect. Her boyfriend Luc kisses her neck. I grab her arm. Hard. ‘Right here,’ I whisper. ‘On the machine. Fuck now. I’ll watch from the closet.’ Her eyes widen. Obedient slut nods. Luc smirks, bulge growing. I slip into the narrow placard. Door cracks open a sliver. Dim light filters through. Heart thumps. Neighbors upstairs sleeping? Footsteps could echo any second. Machine shakes harder. I unzip my jeans. Fingers hover.
Door bangs open. Wet kisses smack. Giggles muffled. Chloé glances my way. I wink from shadows. She peels off top. Bra drops. Round tits bounce free, pink nipples stiff. Presses against vibrating machine. Skirt hikes up. No panties. Blonde pubes sparse, pussy lips peek pink. Already wet. Luc yanks her closer. Machine whirs, covers my heavy breaths. I plunge fingers in my slit. Soaking. He drops jeans. Cock springs thick, veiny. Trapue like Arnaud’s later tale. Chloé grips it. Strokes. He rams forward. No lube. Raw thrust. She yelps sharp. Pain twists face. Mixes with thrill. ‘Fuck,’ she hisses low. Machine drowns it. Slaps start. Wet. Rhythmic. Her tits jiggle wild on the shake. Nipples dance. I circle clit frantic. Juices drip down thigh. He grunts hushed. Clumsy puceau pumps. Short jabs. Two minutes max. Sweat beads. She arches, wants more. No orgasm. He pulls out. Cock throbs. Spurts hot ropes on her belly. Thick white globs. Splatters skirt edge. He howls muffled. Pants quick. Zips up. Bolts to bathroom. Shower hisses distant.
The Contact
Placard creaks as I emerge. Slow. Chloé slumped on machine. Skirt bunched waist. Tits heaving. Cum pools navel. Pussy glistens, stretched pink. ‘Disappointed?’ I whisper. Fingers scoop jizz. Smear slow over skin. Shiny trails. She shivers. Nipples peak harder. ‘Better next time, toy.’ Kiss forehead. She sighs. Pull skirt down. Bra on. Top tugs. Hall quiet but machine fades. Heart hammers chest. Slip out door. Stairs groan under feet. Echoes too loud. Glance back. Light slits under neighbor’s door. Voices murmur inside? Hold breath. No footsteps. Hit street. Cold air bites. Secret burns hot inside. Everyone sleeps oblivious. I transgressed right next door. Rush lingers. Fingers still sticky with her scent.