Late June 2008. Gite in lower Normandy. We pull up after that wild car tease. My pussy throbs, slick from showing off my shaved lips. Small backyard parking. Neighbor houses close. Too close. Windows dark, but one blind glows faint yellow. Everyone sleeps. Pierre kills the engine. Grabs my wrist. ‘Can’t wait inside. Fuck me here.’ His whisper hot on my neck. I glance at the fence. Thin wood slats. Could peek through. Heart hammers. Risk hits like lightning. My clit swells. I nod. We slip out. Cool night air on my thighs. Skirt hiked. Panties yanked down in shadows.
His hands rough. Pins me to car hood. Metal warm from drive. Kiss devours. Tongues sloppy, muffled smacks. I stifle gasp. ‘Shh. Neighbors.’ He growls low. Fingers probe my smooth slit. ‘Plump lips dripping. Abricot ready.’ I spread legs. Grind on his palm. Wet squelch. Too loud? Ears strain. Cricket chirps only. He drops pants. Cock springs. Thick, veined. Eight days pent-up. I climb him. Straddle on hood edge. Bend forward. Low ceiling of stars. Guide him in. Slow. Pussy stretches. Walls unfold. Delicious burn. He grins. Eyes wild.
The Contact
I ride. Hips roll. Basin bucks. Furious then slow. Like stallion. Whispered grunts. Car hood creaks under us. Metal groans soft. Fuck. Neighbors hear? Light filters through blinds next door. Someone stirs? His hand to my mouth. Finger wet. ‘Suck.’ I slurp. Saliva gleams. Trails to my ass. Circles tight ring. Pushes. One knuckle. Then two. Double stuffed. Cock deep in cunt. Finger twists sphincter. Tongue invades mouth. Triple fuck. Muffled moans vibrate. I buck harder. Orgasm builds. Waves crash. But he tenses. Abstinence overload. ‘Fuck, Karine.’ Jets pulse. Hot spurts hit cervix. Fills me. He slumps.
The Indiscretion
‘Not fair. I was close.’ Pussy clenches void. Cum leaks down thighs. Drip. Drip. He pants. ‘Finger yourself.’ Not enough. Eye spots thick fence post. Wood knob top. Smooth, girthy. Like gear shift fantasy. Dirty grin. ‘Watch this.’ Wipe his cum on it. Straddle post. Hands spread lips. Pink inner folds peek. ‘Taste?’ Dip fingers in mess. Lick clean. Salty. He stares, cock twitching. Lower slow. Knob cold. Huge. Stretches max. Inch in. Gasp stifled. ‘Bigger than you.’ Tease. Grind. Hits G-spot wrong angle. But fills. Rub clit furious. He grabs tits. Kisses neck. I shatter. Silent scream. Juices squirt post. Legs quake.
We dress quick. Hearts thunder. Slip to gite door. Footsteps? Neighbor silhouette in window? No. Stairs creak inside. Old wood whines. Hold breath. Up to room. Door clicks shut. Collapse in bed. Secret safe. Pussy aches sweet. Neighbors sleep clueless. Our dirty thrill.