The elevator dings soft. Third floor hallway, Brussels hotel. Thick carpet eats my steps. Late night, after moules and her teasing laughs. Room 114 waits. Her door, 112, cracks open. Elise steps out. Future colleague. Tight tank top hugs curves. Short robe barely covers thighs. ‘Couldn’t sleep, une fois?’ Accent drips honey.
Eyes lock. Dinner flashbacks: cleavage tease, French jokes stinging hot. She smiles wicked. Leans close. Perfume hits. ‘Dinner made me wet.’ Whisper rough. Hand brushes my crotch. Hard instant. ‘Come in. Quick.’ Fingers grip shirt. Pulls me over threshold. Door snicks shut. Light under it glows yellow.
The Contact
Her room mirrors mine. Dim lamp. Bed looms big. Lips crash. Tongues fight. Beer taste lingers. Hands yank clothes. Shirt off. Hers too. Tits spill free. Full, nipples peaked. ‘Square like Belgians?’ I murmur. She snorts low. ‘French big mouths small cocks?’ Pushes me back. Bed creaks first protest.
She drops. Kneels. Zipper rasps quiet. Cock out. Veins throb. Mouth engulfs. Wet suck. Slurp muffled. Gags soft. Eyes up, naughty. ‘Shh, neighbors sleep.’ Floor whole floor oblivious. I groan hand over mouth. Balls tighten.
Pulls off. Stands. Robe drops. Ass round. Pussy shaved slick. Bends bed. ‘Fuck me now.’ Legs spread. I step up. Cock nudges wet slit. Thrust in. Tight grip. Heat swallows. She bites pillow. Hips slam. Skin slaps dull.
The Indiscretion
Bed frame groans. Rhythm builds. Faster. Her ass jiggles. Pussy squelch faint. ‘Harder, Frenchman.’ Whisper gasp. Sweat drips. Light filters door crack. Footsteps hall? Freeze. Balls deep. Hold breath. Voices murmur pass. Door next rattles key.
Terror spikes lust. Pound harder. Vengeful. She claws sheets. Moans choke. ‘Cum inside.’ Clench milks me. Edge hits. Thrust deep. Explode. Hot spurts fill. She shudders. Quivers silent. Collapse spoon. Hearts hammer chests.
Minutes tick. Reality creeps. ‘Go. Before maid.’ Kiss neck. Dress frantic. Cock slick hangs heavy. Door peeks. Hall empty. Shadow stretch long.
Slip out. Heart slams ribs. Steps creep. Elevator far. Footfall behind? Freeze wall. Old couple shuffles past. Eyes down. No glance. Dash door. Key shakes. In. Lock click. Bed hits. Grin wide. Secret throbs. Neighborhood sleeps. We didn’t.