The hallway creaks under my heels. Faint light slips under the office door from street lamps outside. Whole neighborhood sleeps, but my pulse races. Michel’s shadow shifts behind frosted glass. I pause, skirt hugging thighs. Door ajar. His eyes lock on mine through the crack. Beckons with a finger. I slip in. Door snicks shut. Air thick with his cologne and my damp excitement.
He pulls me close. Chest presses mine. ‘Your tits… so proud,’ he murmurs, voice low. Fingers trace blouse. Unbuttons slow. Bra lace peeks, nipples stiffen against it. Heat floods me. I ache for his gaze. Floorboards groan as he stands. Hugs tight. My swollen nips strain lace, too tight now. His chest rubs them raw through fabric. I whimper soft, bitten lip.
The Contact
He sits. Gestures knees. I straddle. Thighs on his. Innocent at first. Then hand slides up skirt. Fingers brush wet panties. I gasp, muffled. He laps nipple tip through bra. Tongue rasps lace. Shiver rips me. My hand dives zipper. Finds soft cock, hot, slick. ‘Little coquillette,’ I whisper, palming it tender. It twitches, grows.
We stroke mutual. Slow, hushed. His mouth buries cleavage. Sniffs sweat, perfume. My pussy soaks thong. He fingers slit through cloth. I grind quiet. Parquet cracks faint under chair shift. Light flickers under door—footsteps? Neighbor passing? Heart hammers. Don’t stop.
Pants drop open. Cock hardens, pre-cum slicks wrist. I tease balls, hairy. He slips thumb in panties. Probes wet folds. Circles clit. I arch, breath ragged. Fucks me slow with finger. Pussy squelches soft. Nipples throb, licked, bitten light. Moans escape, choked.
The Indiscretion
Tuesday, same hall. Creak louder. I lift skirt. Bare ass cheeks under sheer thong. Flesh tone, near nude. He massages rough. Palms knead globes. Thumb presses rosebud. Pushes in. Dry, thick. I yelp stifled. ‘Fuck my ass, boss,’ I beg hoarse. ‘Harder.’ He twists. Waves pleasure-pain. Door knocks heavy. Panic spikes. ‘Enter!’ he calls calm.
Hinges squeak. Andrew’s eyes widen brief. Young host sees my bent pose, thumb buried deep. Document drops. He flees silent. Light spills in, gone quick. Stores rattle faint. Neighbors above? Whole building ears? Michel grips neck, bends me more. Fucks ass with thumb brutal. I shatter, juices drip thighs. No scream—bite arm.
He yanks thong off. Wet, musky. Sniffs deep, lips taste. ‘Go home bare under skirt. Let hubby wonder.’ Frustrated, soaked. Skirt falls. Pussy lips rub free, slick. Kiss cheek. Out door. Hall empty, but echoes.
Stairs creak down. Heart thuds chest. Cross neighbor in stairwell—old lady nods, sniffs air? My scent lingers. Street cool on bare ass. Home door. Hubby waits? Hands itch under skirt. No touch yet. Slide in bed. Odors cling: his cum pre on fingers, ass stretched feel. Jerk self quiet, imagine more. Secret pulses, safe. Neighborhood dreams on.