Parquet creaks under my bare feet. Jean-Luc’s hand tight on mine. We slip from the living room shadows. Dim light filters under the door to Philippe’s room. Eliane’s in there with him. My heart hammers. The villa’s walls thin. Neighbors’ houses dot the cliff nearby. Ocean roars below, but one wrong moan… Taxi dropped us hours ago. Now this. His room door looms. He pulls me in. Clicks shut. Breath catches. ‘Shh,’ he whispers, eyes dark. Fingers trace my blue sparkly dress. Buttons pop, one by one. Fabric whispers down. Goosebumps rise in the chill February air. His peignoir falls open. Thick cock juts hard. Not like Philippe’s slim one. I glance back. Hallway empty. But footsteps could echo. Decision made. No turning back.
He lifts me. Strong arms. Carries to the bed. Sheets cool against skin. Mouth on mine. Rough kiss. Beard scratches. Hands roam. Squeeze my tits through lace bra. I arch. Pant soft. Windows huge, bay glass to ocean. City lights flicker distant. Neighbors sleep fifty yards off. Curtains sheer. Silhouettes possible. He unhooks bra. Nipples harden. Sucks one. Bites gentle. I gasp. Too loud? Waves crash cover it. Fingers slide panties down. Silk pools at ankles. Legs part. His head dives. Nose in my bush. Tongue splits wet lips. Circles clit. I bite lip bloody. Hips buck. ‘Fuck,’ I whisper. He growls low. Fingers plunge in. Two. Curl. Hit spot. Juices slick his chin. Body betrays. Wants this neighbor cock. Not mine, but close enough. Risk electric.
The Contact
Can’t wait. I push him back. Straddle. Guide thick head to hole. Sink slow. Stretch burns sweet. ‘God, tight,’ he grunts. Muffled. I ride. Slow grind. Bedframe creaks faint. Hold breath. Listen. Silence beyond door. His hands grip ass. Pull deeper. Balls slap wet. Faster. Sweat beads. Tits bounce. He thumbs clit. Pressure builds. Ocean pounds rhythm. Match it. Moan escapes. Slap hand over mouth. Eyes lock. Thrill spikes. Neighbors might hear. Stroll late? Spot shadows? Fuck harder. He flips me. Fours. Ass up. Head in pillow. Cock rams. Deep. Hits cervix. ‘Quiet, slut,’ he hisses. I nod. Push back. Gush around him. Orgasm rips. Muffled scream. He swells. Pumps. Cums hot. Fills me. Drip out. Collapses. Breaths ragged. Clock ticks 3am.
Slip from bed. Legs jelly. His peignoir ties loose. Creep door open. Hall dark. Parquet groans soft. Kitchen light spills faint. Eliane there. Glass to lips. Eyes meet. Wide. Then smiles. Rush together. Hug fierce. Bodies tremble. ‘Time to switch back,’ I whisper. She nods. ‘No regrets. But careful now.’ Kiss cheeks. Hearts sync. Slip away. Past their door. Light under? Flickers off. My room next. Door eases. Philippe sleeps. Slide in. Cuddle close. Cool skin wakes him. Cock stirs against belly. ‘Dreams?’ he murmurs. ‘Yeah. Love you.’ Hand strokes him hard. Slip inside. Gentle fuck. Secret safe. Villa quiets. Ocean whispers. Neighbors none wiser. Couples tighter. Dawn nears.