The hallway light flickers dim. Late night. Everyone asleep in this cop barracks block. My heart thuds as I slip from my studio door. Électre’s just across, but that corridor feels endless. Barefoot, in a thin robe, no panties. Air cool on my wet slit. I texted her: ‘Coming over. Now.’ Her reply: ‘Door cracked. Hurry.’
Footsteps echo soft. Parquet creaks under my toes. Freeze. Listen. Nothing. Just distant snore from old gendarme next door. Window at end leaks moonlight. Shadows dance. Her door ajar, sliver of warm glow spills out. I push in. Quiet. She grabs me. Mouth on mine. Hot. Tongue invades. Hands yank robe open. Tits spill free. Nipples hard.
The Contact
‘Fuck, Élo,’ she whispers, breath ragged. ‘Been dripping for you.’ Her fingers dive between my thighs. Slick pussy lips part easy. I gasp. Muffle it against her neck. Door still open? No time to check. She pulls me deeper. Into her king-size bed shadows. But we don’t make it. Against wall. Now.
Her knee wedges my legs. Grinds up. Clit sparks fire. I claw her tank top. Rip it. Dark skin glows. Full tits heave. Suck one nipple. Bite gentle. She hisses. ‘Shh. Neighbors.’ Yeah. Thin walls. Captain Castagnette’s unit two doors down. Robin too. All asleep. Or are they?
She spins me. Face to wall. Ass out. Fingers plunge in. Two. Curl. Hit spot. Pussy squelches. Loud in silence. ‘Wet slut,’ she growls low. I buck back. Want more. Her thumb circles asshole. Tease. Push. I whimper. Bite lip bloody.
Light filters under door. Someone up? Footsteps? No. Just pulse in ears. She drops. Kneels. Tongue laps my ass. Flat. Wet. Then dives pussy. Sucks clit. Vacuum hard. Legs shake. I grip doorframe. Creak. Fuck.
The Indiscretion
Can’t hold. Orgasm builds. Waves. Crash. I convulse silent. Juice floods her mouth. She drinks. Fingers fuck deeper. Gush. Drip down thighs. She stands. Pants off. Her bush tickles my back. Strap? No. Just her. Scissors legs. Clits grind. Sloppy. Wet slaps echo soft.
‘Love your cop cunt,’ she pants in ear. Thrust hips. Faster. Sweat slicks us. Tits mash back. Pinch hers. Twist. She bites shoulder. Muffle moan. Parquet groans under shift. Stop. Listen. All quiet. Push on. Climax together. Shudder. Soak sheets.
Collapse. Pant heavy. Her arms wrap. Kiss slow. Taste myself on lips. Risk high. Voices? No. Just us.
Pull apart. Wipe quick. She peeks door. Clear. I slip robe. Kiss last. ‘Night, love.’ Out. Heart hammers. Hallway cold. Creep back. Door clicks soft. Bed. Alone. Buzzing. Secret safe. For now. Neighbors sleep. Our dirt burns hot.