The hallway creaked under our steps. First floor, dim light filtering from the stairs below. David’s arm tight around my waist. My silk skirt whispered against his pants. Heart hammering. Chalet walls thin, guests asleep upstairs, party echoing faintly from the salon.
He stopped at a door. Key rattled in the lock. Click. Pushed it open. Fire crackled in the hearth inside, casting flickering shadows. Fur-covered bed loomed huge. Manly cologne hit me hard. I froze, heels sinking into the rug. Ridiculous, staring at my feet. His arms wrapped me from behind. Warm breath on my neck. ‘Don’t think,’ he whispered, voice gravelly. Lips brushed my ear. Nipped the lobe. Heat pooled between my legs.
The Contact
Turned my head. Window overlooked the dark woods, but chalet lights glowed nearby—other rooms, other bodies sleeping close. Too close. His hand slid up my thigh under the skirt. Fingers grazed my resille stockings. Higher. Brushed my lace panties. Wet already. ‘You want this,’ he growled. Nicolas’s eyes flashed in my mind, Johanna’s moans downstairs. Fuck it. Nodded. Crossed the threshold. Door clicked shut soft. Locked.
Pushed me against the wall. Mouth crashed on mine. Tongue invaded, tasting champagne. Hands yanked my cache-coeur open. Fur collar tickled my tits. Bustier lacets tugged loose. Nipples hardened in the cool air. His shirt unbuttoned fast. Chest hairy, muscled. Belt clinked—dangerous sound. Pants dropped. Cock sprang out, thick, veined, leaking pre-cum. Grabbed my hand, wrapped it around. Hot, pulsing. Stroked him slow.
Floorboards groaned as he spun me. Bent me over the bed’s edge. Skirt hiked up. Panties ripped aside. String snapped. Exposed. Ass cheeks spread. Cool air on my dripping pussy. Finger traced my slit. ‘So fucking wet,’ he hissed. Dipped in. Then two. Pumped slow. Thumb circled my clit. Bit my lip to stifle a gasp. Parquet creaked outside—footsteps? Froze. Nothing. Just wind. He chuckled low. ‘Quiet, neighbor. Walls hear everything.’
The Indiscretion
Cockhead nudged my entrance. Thick. Pushed in. Stretched me wide. Inch by inch. Filled me raw. Bare. No condom—fuck the risk. Gripped the fur bedspread. Buried my face to muffle moans. He thrust deep. Slaps of skin quiet, wet. Pussy squelched around him. Balls smacked my clit. Harder. Faster. Fire popped loud. Sweat dripped. His hand clamped my mouth. ‘Shh, Madeleine. Isabelle’s room above us.’ Pictured her sleeping, unaware. Or listening? Thrill twisted my gut.
Light seeped under the door—hallway wanderer? Pulled almost out. Slammed back. Hit my cervix. Stars burst. Came hard. Walls clenched his cock. Juices soaked the fur. He grunted, pulled my hair. Pounded brutal. ‘Gonna fill this tight cunt.’ Hot spurts deep inside. Pulsed. Leaked out down my thighs. Collapsed together. Breathing ragged. His cum trickled warm.
Minutes later, disentangled. Pulled up panties—sticky mess trapped. Skirt smoothed. Cache-coeur buttoned crooked. Kissed quick, dirty. ‘Secret,’ he whispered. Slipped out first. Hallway empty. I followed, heels muffled on carpet. Stairs creaked soft. Heart thundered. Shadow in the stairwell—Nicolas? Paused, breath held. He passed, eyes down, yawning. Didn’t see. Slid into my second-floor room. Door shut silent. Bed cold. Touched myself quick, tasting our mix. Neighborhood slept. Our filth hidden. Grinned in the dark.