Narrow hallway outside my tiny studio in Balaruc-les-Bains. Early May 2019. Salt air from Thau lagoon drifts up. Parquet creaks under feet. Buzzer buzzes sharp at 7pm. ‘Who?’ I grunt. ‘Brigitte!’ Shock hits. Stairs groan as she climbs. Door swings open. Her eyes lock mine. Hungry. No hello. Lips crash. Tongue deep, wet. Body presses. Tits squash chest. Hips grind slow. My cock twitches hard against her thigh. ‘Missed you,’ she breathes hot. Inside. Door clicks shut soft. Table buried in thesis papers. Printer hums low. Bed narrow, papers shoved aside. View to Sète lights through half-drawn blinds. Streetlight filters under door. Shadows shift outside. She strips fast. Floral panties kick across room. Ass cheeks part slight. ‘Fuck me like animals,’ she whispers. Rosé glasses clink quiet. Toasts hushed. Fear neighbors hear. Walls paper-thin.
She flops belly-down. Thighs spread wide. Pussy glistens. Asshole winks. I kneel. Hand trails spine. Fingers dip. She’s soaked. Thumb lubes in her drip. Presses anus slow. Tight ring yields. ‘Relax,’ I hiss. Two fingers plunge cunt. Juicy squelch. Clit throbs under pinky. She bites pillow. Muffled gasp. ‘Shh, neighbors below.’ Bed frame creaks tiny. Parquet snaps under knee. Her hips buck. Muscles clench thumb. Pussy walls grip fingers. She trembles. ‘Don’t cum yet.’ Whispers ragged. Body arcs. Contractions ripple. Gush floods hand. She shudders silent. Pillow smothers cry. ’18 out of 20,’ she pants. Light flickers under door. Footsteps outside? Heart slams.
The Contact
Hands wash quick. Sink drips. Back to bed. She strokes cock firm. Veins pulse. Pre-cum beads. Confesses low: ‘Friend fingered me deep. Made me explode.’ Jealousy spikes. Cock throbs harder. I spurt ropes on her belly. Hot mess. She rides next. Straddles. Guides thick head in. Pussy slurps down shaft. Wet slap soft. Tits bounce. Nipples hard peaks. I pinch rough. She grinds circles. Clit grinds pubes. ‘Fuck, so deep.’ Grunts choked. Bed squeaks rhythmic. Parquet protests. Blinds rattle faint. Lagoon breeze whispers. Someone coughs downstairs? Freeze mid-thrust. Then harder. Her walls milk. Balls tighten. She contracts first. Floods me. I unload deep. Cum mixes sloppy. Bodies quake. Sweat slicks skin. Collapse panting.
Clock ticks 11pm. She dresses slow. Kisses neck. ‘Don’t leave me long.’ Stairs creak as she descends. Heart pounds wild. Door below slams. Voices murmur? No one sees. Street empty. Lagoon laps quiet. Secret locked tight. Back inside. Tuna can pops. Bed warm from her. Neighbors sleep clueless. My cock stirs at memory. Thesis waits. But tonight, transgression tastes sweet.