The hallway creaked under my socks. Silent steps. Back from ‘work’ too soon. Heart hammered. Shower hummed upstairs. Cécile prepping for her gift. That Stéphane guy due any minute. Local ad. Lives two houses down. Neighbor. Handsome fucker. I hid in the shadows by the salon door. Ajar. Light sliced through. Voice at front. Doorbell buzz muffled. ‘Hi, Cécile? Stéphane for the massage.’ Her laugh low. ‘Come in.’ Footsteps echoed. Close. Too close. Parquet groaned. I peeked. Him: tall, dark hair, shirt tight over muscles. Her: robe loose, tits peeking. Eye lock. She blushed. ‘Undress for yoni?’ He nodded. Smiled. ‘Both naked. Equal.’ My cock twitched. Jealous rage mixed hot. Risk pulsed. Windows cracked. Neighbors’ yards abut ours. One yell, all awake. I stayed. Couldn’t leave.
She dropped robe. Naked. Full tits sway. Nipples hard. Pussy shaved smooth. He stripped slow. Cock half-hard, thick. Eye contact held. Tantric shit. She lay on mat. Face up. Legs spread. Oil dripped. Hands on shoulders. Down ribs. Circle tits. Pinch nipples. She gasped soft. Bit lip. His fingers trail belly. Yoni time. Part lips. Clit swells. One finger circles. Dips in. Wet squelch faint. She arches. ‘Oh fuck.’ Whisper. Floor creaks under mat shift. My breath shallow. Stroke my dick quiet through pants. Neighbors sleep siesta. Laundry hums next door. Hear us? Second finger plunges pussy. Thumb clit. She bucks muffled. ‘Yes, deeper.’ Ass up slight. He slicks pinky. Circles hole. Dream words flash: Peter ass fuck. But this Stéphane. Finger pops in ass. Double stuffed. She shudders. Cum one. Gush on hand. Muffled cry. Blinds rattle faint. Streetlight filters. Risk spikes. Third orgasm builds. Fingers pump crude. Pussy farts wet. Ass clenches. She whispers ‘fuck my holes.’ Fourth cum. Body quakes. Floorboards protest loud. Sweat drips. I nearly blow. Pull back. Shadow safe.
The Contact
He cleans her tender. Kisses forehead. Dress quick. She glows. ‘Best gift.’ Door clicks. Footsteps fade. Hallway empty. I slip out backdoor. Heart slams ribs. Garden dark. Cross lawn stealth. Neighbor’s dog barks once. Freeze. Owner silhouette window. Waves casual. ‘Evening Antoine.’ Throat dry. ‘Yeah, hi.’ Slip to car down block. Drive off. Secret locked. Cock aches. Replay moans. Creaks. That dirty thrill. Everyone oblivious. Neighborhood sleeps. I transgressed alone. Yoni regret? Nah. Craved more.