I buzzed her intercom near Place de la Nation. Door clicks open. Heart races already. Elevator hums up. Floor creaks under my sneakers as I step into her hallway. Delphine greets me in tight jeans, pink top hugging her curves. No bra. Nipples poke through. ‘Come in,’ she whispers. Apartment smells of fresh coffee and cake. Kids away at dad’s. Neighborhood still asleep on this Saturday morning.
She leads me to the cozy couch. Parquet groans softly underfoot. We sip coffee. Chat gym routines. Her top dips low when she leans for more cake. Tits sway free. Full, heavy. I shift, cock twitching in my gym shorts. ‘Back hurts,’ she murmurs. ‘Massage?’ Eyes lock. I nod. She sits close. Heat radiates. ‘Top off?’ Couch springs sigh as she turns.
The Tempting Contact
‘No bra today,’ she giggles, clutching a cushion over her chest. Skin warm under my hands. Thumbs dig into tight muscles below her shoulder blade. She sighs low, breathy. ‘Lower… whole back.’ Fabric rustles off. Naked torso gleams in dim light filtering through half-closed blinds. Fingers glide smooth. Relaxing strokes. She melts.
‘Legs too. Sore calves.’ Cushion stays on tits as she stands. Fumbles with jeans one-handed. Zipper whines. ‘Help?’ I kneel. Peel denim down. Firm ass cheeks part around blue cotton thong. Wet spot already blooming. She flops prone, legs over my lap. Parquet cracks faintly. I knead calves. Up thighs. Inner thighs slick with lotion… or more. Thumb brushes thong edge. She jolts. Pussy lips puff through damp fabric.
Wet patch spreads. Fingers graze crotch. She gasps, muffled. ‘Haven’t felt a man’s touch… forever.’ Twists around. Tits bounce free. Cushion drops. Hard nipples stare. Straddles me. Lips crash hot, wet. Tongues tangle. My cock strains rock-hard against shorts. She grinds. ‘Feel that? You’re huge.’ Hand dives in building hallway echoes faintly outside door. Neighbors could hear.
Pulls me up. Bedroom door whispers shut. Blinds slat light stripes her skin. Stands by bed. Kisses devour. Yanks my shirt. Jeans pool at ankles. Kneels. Boxer drops. Cock springs out, veiny, throbbing. ‘Fuck, so big.’ Lips wrap head. Sucks deep, sloppy. Gags soft. Eyes up, wicked. Saliva drips. I groan hushed. ‘Slow… or I’ll cum.’
Whispers of Indiscretion and Escape
Pushes her back. Thong peels off. Pussy shaved landing strip, lips glistening. Tongue flicks clit. She bucks, whimpers stifled. ‘Oh god…’ Fingers plunge slick hole. Laps folds. She quakes, thighs clamp head. Orgasms rip, juices flood mouth. Drawer rattles. Condom rolls on.
She flips doggy. Ass high. Cockhead rubs slit. Thrusts in deep. Pussy grips tight, wet suction. Pounds hard. Bedframe taps wall rhythmic. ‘Shh… neighbors,’ she hisses between moans. Hand over her mouth. Fingers circle her clit. She screams into palm. I explode, filling rubber.
Collapsed sweaty. Bodies stick. She whispers loneliness, ex’s betrayal. I confess marriage. She smirks. ‘Saw your ring. Planned this.’ Fingers trail cock. Hardens quick. 69 next. Her pussy grinds face, musky sweet. Sucks balls-deep. New condom. She mounts. Bounces silent fury. Ass slaps thighs muffled. Kisses swallow her cry as we cum together.
Gym later. Showers steam. We fuck quick, water masking slaps. Now just nods. She’s dating. Secret safe. Sneak home. Stairs creak. Neighbor passes, smiles oblivious. Heart hammers. Cum stains dry on skin. Neighborhood none the wiser.