The hallway light flickers dimly. Old building near Versailles park. Creaky parquet under my heels. Pascal’s door looms. Heart pounds. His hand brushes mine as we climb stairs earlier. Now, alone. Door cracks open. His eyes lock mine. ‘Come in, Sonia.’ Whispered. Urgent. I hesitate. Neighbors’ doors silent. Everyone asleep? No, Thursday afternoon. Risky. His fingers graze my wrist. Pulls me. Threshold crossed. Door clicks shut. Soft. Breath catches.
Inside, shadows dance. Curtains drawn. Streetlight filters through slats. His apartment smells of cologne and fresh sheets. Hand on my waist. Close. Too close. Lips brush ear. ‘Been waiting.’ Pulse races. Hallway echoes faint—footsteps outside? No. Just us. Jacket slips off. Fingers tremble on buttons. His mouth claims mine. Salty. Hungry. Tongue invades. Hands roam. Skirt hikes up. Panties damp already. ‘Shh,’ he murmurs. ‘Walls thin.’ Thrill spikes. Neighbors could hear.
The Contact
Bedroom door whispers open. Planks groan under weight. He pushes me against wall. Light from under door—someone home next door? Doesn’t matter. His cock hard through pants. Grinds. I gasp. Muffled. His hand clamps mouth. ‘Quiet, Sonia.’ Eyes wild. I nod. Unzip him. Thick. Veiny. Drops pre-cum. Stroke. He groans low. Rips blouse. Bra snaps. Nipples harden in cool air. Sucks hard. Bite. I whimper. Floor creaks. Stop? No. Deeper.
Pants pool at ankles. His. Mine. Naked now. Skin slaps soft. Bedframe rattles faint. On all fours. Ass up. He spits on hole. Finger probes. ‘First time?’ Nods. No words. Cockhead presses pussy. Slips in. Wet. Easy. Thrusts shallow. Builds. Grips hips. Pounds. Bed squeaks. Muffled moans. ‘Fuck me quiet.’ Pillow bites lip. Neighbors’ TV hums through wall. Hear us? Light shifts—someone passing hall?
The Indiscretion
Bandeau ties. Blind. World blacks. Imagination roars. ‘Cornelius here.’ Lie? Fantasy. Heavy breathing. Cock at lips. Bigger. Thicker. Suck. Gags. Salty musk. Deeper. Throat fucks. Drool drips. Crawl doggy. Ass presented. Spit lubes. Pushes anus. Burns. Stretches. Fills. ‘Fuck my ass.’ Whisper-hiss. Pounds brutal. Claps echo. Hand over mouth. Orgasm rips. Legs shake. Parquet cracks under knees. His balls slap. Grunts stifled. Pulls out. Hot cum splats back. Sticky. Dirty.
Blindfold off. Champagne pops. Gulps. Dizzy. Suck him clean. Swallow load. Bitter. Revenge tastes good. Floorboards settle. Silence heavy.
He dresses. I do. Door opens cautious. Hall empty. Stairs creak descent. Heart hammers. Pass neighbor’s door—muttered voices inside? They know? Slip out building. Night air hits. Legs jelly. Cum leaks thighs. Wipe quick. Home blocks away. Husband waits? No. Secret burns. Smile hidden. Tomorrow, more.