Monday evening. Hallway light flickers dim. I trudge up from metro, feet aching from courses. Door creaks open. There he is. M. Gérard. Waiting in the entry, eyes hungry. ‘How was your first day?’ he asks. Voice low. I hesitate. Tailleur clings sweaty. He pulls me in. Ground floor apartment. Door clicks shut soft. Parquet groans under my heels. Smell of vol au vent wafts hot. Table set. No choice. I sit. He serves. Listens to my ramble. Eyes on my cleavage. Fork scrapes plate. Heart picks up. After, I insist on dishes. Apron from cabinet. Too small. Ties loose over bra. I strip jacket in hall. Back to kitchen. Lace peeks. His eyes bulge. ‘Didn’t expect this,’ he mutters. Sink fills. Water rushes. I scrub. He dries. Close. Breath on neck.
His fingers graze my back. Feather light. Shiver runs spine. ‘Like my wife’s lace,’ he whispers. I freeze. Suds bubble. Parquet shifts under us. Upstairs neighbors thud faint—TV maybe. He strokes flanks. Slow. Insistent. Bra clasp pops. Silent. Expert. Straps slide off. I don’t stop. Hands roam sides. Cup undersides. Nipples harden. Ache. Pussy clenches. Wetness soaks thong. ‘Breathe easy,’ he breathes. Like Saturday scrub. Four paws. Ass up. He watched then. Now touches. Fingers circle tits. Pinch peaks. Rough. I gasp. Bite lip. Water splashes loud. Cover moan. Legs buckle. Heat builds. Flower blooms. Dew drips thighs. He kneads. Pulls. Pleasure spikes. I buck. Hips grind sink edge. Cum crashes. Muffled cry. Eyes roll. Body shakes. He holds. ‘Beautiful in bliss,’ he husks. Torchons snaps. Silence falls heavy.
The Contact
Dishes done. Kitchen gleams. He pours cherry. Glass chinks. I sip. Tremble. Eyes meet. No words. Apron off. Jacket on. No bra. Nipples poke fabric. He slips it in my bag. Forehead kiss. Door opens. Cool hall air hits skin. Flush hot. Pussy throbs empty. Stairs loom. Heart hammers chest. Step one. Parquet cracks loud. Echoes. Freeze. Listen. Nothing. Up. Thong squelch. Juices trickle. Second floor. Voices murmur apartment. Hold breath. Pass quiet. Third. Light under door. Snores? Risk prickles. Almost caught. Smile creeps. Secret burns sweet. Door shuts mine. Lock clicks. Lean wall. Fingers dip skirt. Taste self. Replay his hands. Neighborhood sleeps. I buzz alive.