Summer nights in the Southwest hotel. Rooms line the narrow hallway like a tight neighborhood. Colleagues snore behind thin doors. Parquet creaks under every step. Light filters under the neighbor’s door, yellow sliver in the dark.
Back from the club. Cock still throbs from her foot on my bulge. ‘Bonne nuit, gros cochon,’ she whispers at her door. I strip fast. Bed swallows me. Ignore the twitch between legs. Almost asleep. Then… scratch. Soft nails on wood. Handle turns slow. Hold breath.
The Contact
Pretend sleep. White nightgown glows in doorway. Door clicks shut. Bare feet pad closer. Parquet groans faint. ‘Patrick,’ she hisses. Light flicks on. Shake. Eyes open. Veronica. Furious eyes. Gown over head. Drops. Naked against wall. Bush dark. Tits firm. Nipples hard.
‘Merde! Do what you want, but I’m jerking off. Too fucking hot.’ Legs spread. Fingers part lips. Clit rubs furious. Tits squeezed. Moans bitten back. Neighbors asleep. One groan, we’re fucked.
Sheet lifts. Sit up. Cock springs hard. Hand cups balls. Grip shaft. Stroke slow. Her eyes lock mine. Drops to pussy view. I stare her slit. Pink, wet. Lips plump.
Closer. Kneel. Blow soft on her cunt. Heat rises. She spins. Ass out. Perfect cheeks. Pussy bulges rear. Lips hang juicy. Stroke faster. She fingers deep.
The Indiscretion
Faces again. Eyes drill. No words. Pace builds. Grimaces twist. Hold gasps. Walls paper-thin. Colleague next door shifts bed. Creak echoes. Freeze. Resume. Hearts hammer.
Her thighs quiver. Fingers blur on clit. Mine pump cock. Pre-cum slicks. Balls tight. She arches. Silent scream. Cum sprays thighs. Shiny rivers. I erupt. Rope arcs far. Near her toes. Splatter. Eyes never break. Intense. Raw.
She grabs gown. No wear. Door cracks. ‘Lights out. Good pig.’ Vanish. Heart pounds. Ears ring. Lie still. Parquet crack outside? Footstep? Colleague up? Hold breath. Nothing. Secret safe.
Morning. Act normal. Smiles pass. Copains at work. No hint. Neighborhood sleeps on. Our dirt buried. But itch lingers. Thin walls wait.