Doorbell hums low in the hallway. May morning, 2003. Sun filters through blinds, thin stripes on the parquet floor. My house, quiet. Kids at school. Wife out. Neighbors’ homes press close, walls thin. I open the door. There she is. L…, tall, lean, long hair. Skirt light, jacket short over zipped sweater. Smile wicked. Eyes devour me.
“Morning, L…. Glad you came for that espresso.”
The Contact
“Couldn’t wait longer.”
She steps in. Door clicks shut. Hallway narrow. Console table gleams. Parquet creaks under her heels. Our eyes lock. Heat builds. I whisper, breath hot, “Can I undress you?”
“Please.”
I slide behind. Arms wrap her waist. Pull her ass to my crotch. Hard already. She leans back, head on my shoulder. Eyes close. Hand grips my thigh. Mine roam. Hips. Flat belly. Up under sweater. Small tits firm. Nipples stiffen. Jacket slips off. Thuds soft on floor.
Mouth on neck. Her scent hits. Musky sweet. Cock aches, jammed between cheeks. Zipper rasps. Skirt whispers down. Pools at ankles. Panties thin. Hand cups mound. Fingers press clit through damp cotton. She moans low. Hand snakes back. Rubs my bulge. Jeans strain.
I drop to knees. Parquet bites. Kiss ass through panties. Fabric wet. She braces on console. Arches. Pushes back. Panties slide down legs. Long thighs part. Naked below. I spread cheeks. Tongue on anus. Wet flick. She shudders. Gasp muffled.
Legs wider. Pussy glistens. Dive in. Lips soft, soaked. Tongue laps folds. Clit swells. Juices slick my chin. Poise sticky. She bucks. Spasms ripple. Floor creaks faint. Outside, distant car hums. Neighbors stir?
I rise. Jeans off. Boxer drops. Cock springs. Roll condom quick. She turns slight. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Salty sweet. Left hand teases asshole. Right circles clit. Two fingers plunge pussy. Walls clench. Dripping.
Pull fingers. Kiss anus once more. Stand. Grip cock. Nudge entrance. She takes over. Guides. Thrust. Balls deep. Heat grips.
The Indiscretion
The Indiscretion
Pound hard. Hips slap muffled. Wet squelch. Grunts escape. Hers sharp, bitten back. Mine deep, throat tight. Parquet groans under thrusts. Console rattles soft. Light dances through blinds. Shadows shift. Neighbor’s window faces this? Curtains twitch?
Hand between legs. Fingers mash clit. Hers joins. Interlocked. She grinds. Body tenses. “Fuck,” she hisses low. Cums hard. Pussy pulses cock. Milks me. I freeze. Edge holds.
She spins. Drops. Kneels. Hand pumps shaft. Rough. Mouth engulfs. Deep throat. Gags quiet. Tongue swirls head. Suction tight. Hands cradle skull. Floor creaks her shift. Balls tighten. Explode. Spurts down throat. She swallows. No drip.
Rise. Kiss slow. Tongues share taste. Peel condom discreet. Trash quick. Clothes on. Zipper zips. Skirt smooths. Jacket hugs.
Long hug. Bodies press. Heart hammers. Door opens. She slips out. Heels click path.
The Silence
Door shuts. Hallway empty. Parquet scarred faint. Cum taste lingers. Cock twitches soft. Heart thuds loud. Ears strain. Footsteps fade? Neighbor’s dog barks distant. Kids’ laughter echoes block away.
Back to desk. Espresso cold. Mind races. Her scent clings. Secret burns. Wife calls later. Smile fake. Night falls. Neighborhood sleeps. I replay. Moans echo mind. Floor creak haunts. No one knows. Thrill pulses. Still hard.