Cold seeps through the mine gallery walls. Lantern flickers low. Night black outside. I grab the jar for red clay. Claire’s farm calls. Her lands border the forest edge. Everyone sleeps in Saint-Amant. Gendarmes patrol far off. Perfect cover.
I slip out. Boots crunch leaves softly. Heart thuds. Hedge of lilacs and walnuts looms. Dupuy farm silhouette against stars. Window glows faint yellow. Candle? Lamp? I crouch low. Breath shallow. Push branches aside. No snap. Good.
The Contact
Peek through glass pane. Chink in curtain. Claire there. Naked to waist. Pale skin gleams. Luthier behind her. His hands rough on tits. She arches. Paris bastard grins. Moved in today. Fucker. Inches away. My cock stirs. Risk it? Village dogs quiet. Neighbors abed. One wrong noise…
She turns. Kisses him hungry. I freeze. Shadow me? No. They strip full. Her farm dress pools. His trousers drop. Thick cock bobs. Hers shaved smooth? No, dark patch. Real country girl. I edge closer. Glass cold on cheek. Breath fogs slight. Wipe quick.
Decision snaps. Stay. Watch. Own her eyes later. But now, steal this. Clay tomorrow. Tonight, feast.
Bed creaks. Old wood frame groans under them. She gasps muffled. His grunt low. Fucks her slow first. Legs spread wide. Window frames pussy swallow him. Wet slaps echo soft. I palm cock through pants. Hard as iron. Unzip quiet. Stroke slow. Match rhythm.
She moans. Bites lip. Eyes shut bliss. His ass flexes. Pounds deeper. Balls slap thighs. Raw. Dirty. ‘Fuck me,’ she whispers. French peasant slut. For him? Mine! Hand flies faster. Pre-cum slicks. Mine gallery forgotten. Just her cunt stretched.
The Indiscretion
He flips her. Doggy. Face to window. Eyes open. Meets mine? No, lost in heat. Tits swing. Nipples hard peaks. He grips hips. Hammers. Bed thumps rhythm. Crack. Crackle wood. Muffled cries. ‘Yes, harder!’ Village hears? Shutters closed everywhere. Risk delicious.
Sweat beads her brow. Mouth slack. Drool? Cum nears. I edge. Her pussy lips grip shaft. Juices glisten. He growls. Pulls hair. She bucks wild. Orgasm hits. Body shakes. Silent scream. He unloads. Grunt guttural. Pulls out. Cum drips thigh. White ropes.
I erupt. Hot spurts on hedge leaves. Muffle groan in sleeve. Legs weak. Cock twitches last drops. They collapse. Pant heavy. Kiss lazy. Light dims. Curtain twitches shut.
Heart hammers chest. Zipper up. Tuck away sticky. Back off slow. Branches whisper. No alarm. Forest swallows steps. Mine entrance looms dark. Slip in. Lantern reignites. Clay jar empty still. But I saw. Felt. Hers.
Collapse on blankets. Breath ragged. Village slumbers. Neighbors dream innocent. My secret burns. Tomorrow, clay. Ritual. Real possession. Luthier? Fucked tonight. Ghost haunts her dreams. Mine forever.
Stairs? No, path clear. No cross villager. Just wind. Heart slows. Door seals. Grimoire waits. Smile creeps. Thrill lingers. Indiscretion mine alone.