Sweat beads on my forehead in the cramped closet right by the front door. Curtain barely hides me. Tabouret creaks under my ass. Heart pounds. Light filters through the gap, spilling from the kitchen ahead, salon left, dining room right. Stairs straight ahead, between kitchen and dining. I parked the car blocks away. Slipped back in silent. Edith upstairs, oblivious. Plumber due any second.
Twenty minutes drag. Stupid idea. Parquet groans faintly under my shift. Doorbell buzzes sharp. Freeze. Her footsteps patter down stairs. Peignoir loose, mules clicking. Fresh from shower, hair damp. Door swings open. He’s tall, muscled, toolbox clunks down. Eyes rake her. She blushes, points to kitchen leak I never knew. Voice soft, inviting coffee. Pot steams ready.
The Contact
She unties robe belt casual. Fills cup, grabs sugar. Turns. “Here.” Robe flops open. Tits bare, small perfect. Pussy trimmed. Cheeks flame red. He stares, steps close. Hands cup her tits slow. Thumbs circle nipples. She freezes. Hand slides between thighs. Fingers probe wet slit. Lifts cup from her trembling hand. “Don’t move.” Sips coffee, adds sugar. Back to tits. Finishes drink. Takes cup and bowl, sets aside. Robe pools on tile. Naked now. He gropes everywhere. Fingers in pussy, ass. She moans low, eyes ceiling.
Pants unzip. Cock springs thick. Behind her, rubs shaft on ass cheeks. Pinches tits. Pushes shoulder down. She squats. Cock at face level. Rams in mouth. Elbows on counter. She sucks deep, gagging soft. Tongue laps shaft. He grabs hair, pulls out. Jerks fast. First spurt hits her face. Then deep in throat. Groans muffled. Cock softens, slips free. “Good start.” Grabs beer from fridge.
The Silence. They chat low. She stretches on coffee table. He teases pussy with bottle neck. Slides in slow. She fucks herself. He lounges on couch, pants up. Steps out front, door clicks shut. Back quick, stripped below waist. “Told two friends to drop by for coffee. You’ll like.” No pause. Yanks bottle out. Flips her doggy on table. Slams cock in. She cries out, begs. Cums hard. He grinds deep, unloads on back. Cum drips down spine. They pant heavy.
Water glass for her, beer for him. She heads up, shower hisses brief. He paces, draws curtains. Lamps dim glow. Pulls table aside, spreads red tablecloth on floor. She descends stairs. Garter belt, stockings, heels strappy, pearl necklace. Pubes black against pale skin. Tits perky, nipples hard. Drops my old ties on table. He whistles. Fingers tits, clit. She stands legs spread, hands behind neck. Breathing ragged.
The Indiscretion
Doorbell again. He checks window. Whispers. She kneels center cloth. Blindfolds with tie. Binds wrists behind. Opens door. “You all came!” Voices murmur awe. Four beers pop. They circle, strip. Plumber recounts morning crude. Her face burns. First guy sneaks up. Cock slaps cheek. Shoves in throat. Fucks quick, cums roaring down gullet.
Others flank. Hair pulls, mouth swaps cocks. Sucks, licks balls. They jerk, spray face, tits. Cum strings drip nose, chin, splat on cloth. Round two. Unties hands, lays her back. Arms up, reties wrists. Legs wide. Plumber fucks first, pulls out, paints belly white on black lace. Others follow. Last guy hoses tits, belly, bush massive load. Squats face, she licks clean.
They dress, smoke. Ashtray on tits. Laugh. Ash flakes skin. Crush butts. Leave. He wipes her with dishcloth. Gray streaks from cum-ash mix. Whispers. She shakes head no. Then nods. Kneels, kisses feet worship. Licks legs, thighs, revives cock. Deepthroats fierce, fingers pussy. He cums mouth. She orgasms screaming short. Cleans his cock thorough. “Lick my dick clean.”
He dresses. “Thanks, wiped out. Back for leak.” No leak, she admits. Packs ties, empties in her bag for him to dump far. “Never again.” Door shuts. She bundles cloth, peels lingerie, washer hums. Bath runs upstairs. I slip out quiet, pulse racing. Cross street, neighbor waves casual. Evening, she gripes canceled lunch, crowds. Sink fine, I say call plumber. She falters. “Get another. This guy’s flaky.”
We fuck wild that night. Red cloth on dinner table with friends. Smiling secret. Wonder if I’ll call him again…