The hallway light flickered dimly. Late night. Everyone in the building asleep. Or so I hoped. Frédérique’s door clicked open across from mine. She slipped out in a thin robe, pot of honey in hand. Our eyes locked. That smile. Conquering. ‘Missed the train,’ she whispered. ‘Your place. Now.’
Heart hammered. Parquet creaked under my bare feet as I stepped back. Door ajar. She crossed the hall fast. Cool air from her robe brushed my skin. ‘Shh,’ she breathed, pushing inside. Door shut soft. Lock snicked. Her fingers grazed my chest. ‘They heard everything at breakfast. Now show me.’
The Contact
Lips crashed. Tongue deep, hungry. Taste of her. Sweet already. Robe slipped off. Naked underneath. Firm tits pressed mine. Hand down my boxers. Grip tight on my hardening cock. ‘This what bulged last trip?’ Gasped yes. She smirked. Dropped to knees. Parquet groaned faintly.
Light seeped under the door from the hall. Neighbors’ shadows? Fuck. Thrill spiked. She twisted the honey lid. Dipped fingers. Slick gold trailed her lips. ‘Gentleman deserves sweet.’ Eyes up, wicked. Mouth engulfed me. Warm, wet. Honey mixed with spit. Slurped quiet. Tongue swirled head. Sucked slow, deep.
I gripped her hair. Hissed, ‘Too loud.’ She hummed vibration. Popped off. ‘They sleep. Risk it.’ Back down. Bobbed faster. Gags muffled. Honey dripped chin. Balls tight. Her free hand cupped them. Fingers teased ass. Dirty. Real. Cock throbbed. Precum mixed honey.
Pulled her up. Spun to wall. Bent her over. Ass out. Pussy glistened. Wet for it. Slid fingers in. Soaked. ‘Fuck me quiet,’ she begged. Thrust in raw. Tight heat gripped. Walls thin. Bed creaked next door? No. Ours now. Slow pumps. Deep. Her moans bitten back.
The Indiscretion
Window blinds rattled soft. Streetlight sliced through slats. Shadows danced. Someone walking dog below? Freeze. Her walls clenched. ‘Don’t stop.’ Pounded harder. Whisper-growls. Sweat slick. Honey smeared thighs. She reached back. Rubbed clit frantic. ‘Cum inside.’ Risk delicious.
Built fast. Her pussy spasmed. Bit my shoulder to stifle cry. I unloaded. Hot spurts. Filled her. Pulled out. Cum-honey mix trickled leg. She licked fingers clean. Tasted us. Kissed me filthy.
Pants echoed hall. Footsteps? We froze. Heart thudded. Shadow passed door. Gone. She giggled silent. Robe on. ‘Secret.’ Slipped out. Door clicked.
Lay back. Cock sticky. Ears strained. Silence. Neighbors none wiser. Pot on nightstand. Empty. Grinned. Tomorrow’s breakfast? Her wink across table. Our thrill. Just next door.