The hallway light filters dimly under the door. Midnight. Suburb sleeps. I hear creaks. Soft footsteps. Heart pounds. Peek out. Cindy stands there. New American neighbor. Barbie doll tits straining her robe. Eyes wild from our hypnosis game. Tom inside, snoring probably. She whispers, ‘Mharcaradja.’ Code word. Fingers my lips. Pulls me out. Door clicks shut behind. Barefoot on cold tiles. Her breath hot. ‘Can’t stop thinking. Need you now.’ Hand grabs my cock through pajamas. Hard instantly. Walls thin. Neighbors’ doors close. One wrong moan, lights flip on.
Press her against wall. Shadows dance from streetlamp through blinds. Kiss rough. Tongue invades. She whimpers soft. ‘Quiet,’ I hiss. Hand dives under robe. Pussy soaked. No panties. Fingers slide in easy. Juicy squelch. She bites lip. Legs tremble. ‘Fuck me here. Risk it.’ Eyes dart to windows. Backyard dark. Houses packed tight. Someone coughs distant. Freeze. Then thrust fingers deeper. She gasps muffled. Grips my shaft. Strokes fast. Pre-cum slicks her palm. ‘Inside. Now.’ Threshold crossed. No turning back.
The Contact
Rip robe open. Tits spill. Nipples hard pebbles. Suck one. Bite gentle. She arches. Hand covers mouth. Push her down. On knees. Tiles hard. Cock out. Veiny, throbbing. She engulfs. Sloppy suck. Gags quiet. Saliva drips. Floor creaks under shift. Hold head. Fuck mouth slow. Eyes water. ‘Good girl.’ Pull up. Turn her. Face wall. Ass out. Perfect cheeks, still pink from spanking. Spread ’em. Pussy lips puffy, glistening. Cockhead nudges. Slides in. Tight. Wet heat grips. Inch by inch. She claws wall. Muffled ‘Fuck yes.’ Pump steady. Skin slaps soft. Echoes tiny. Sweat beads. Breath ragged.
The Indiscretion
Faster. Balls slap ass. Pussy clenches. She’s close. Whisper, ‘Cum quiet.’ Hand over mouth. Fingers pinch clit. Body shakes. Juices flood thighs. Orgasm hits. Legs buckle. I hold. Pound harder. Creak. Parquet groans. Freeze. Listen. Nothing. Resume. Savage now. Cock swells. ‘Gonna fill you.’ She nods frantic. Pull out. Spin her. Cum ropes on tits. Hot spurts. She milks last drops. Licks fingers clean. Eyes locked. Guilty thrill.
Wipe quick. Robe ties loose. Kiss final. ‘Back to Tom.’ She slips door. Heart hammers. Mine too. Creep back. Door shuts silent. Bed. Françoise stirs. ‘Good dream?’ Smile. Secret burns. Hallway empty. Cum stains tiles faint. Neighborhood dreams innocent. Ours dirtier. Light fades under door. Pulse slows. Crave more. Mharcaradja rules.