The neighbor’s backyard glows faintly under the terrace lights. Just a low wooden fence separates us. Twigs crunch softly under my bare feet as I creep closer. Still naked from my own orgasm, skin tingling in the night air. Pierre lies sprawled on the lounger, cock soft and shaved smooth against his thigh. Lou sneaks up, pot of whipped cream in hand. Her floral dress discarded, she’s nude too. Full tits sway. ‘Oops, sorry honey,’ she whispers, tipping the pot. White globs splatter his groin. Cream drips over his balls, pooling at his shaft base. He chuckles low. She giggles, stifled. My breath catches. Heart hammers. Should I back off? No. The thrill pins me. Light filters through leaves, shadows dance.
She drops to her knees. Tongue flicks out. Laps cream from his inner thigh. Slow. Deliberate. He stirs, cock twitching. ‘Fuck, Puçe,’ he murmurs. Her mouth closes on his balls. Sucks gently. Cream smears her lips. Slurping sounds muffled by the breeze. She trails up, tongue swirling his thickening shaft. Inch by inch, it hardens. Veins bulge. She engulfs the head. Bobbing now. Wet pops as she pulls back, strings of spit and cream connecting. His hand fists her hair. Hips buck slightly. Chair creaks under him. I crouch lower, pussy clenching. Fingers slip between my legs. So wet again. Neighbors’ houses loom close. Windows dark. Everyone asleep? One light on across the street. Fuck.
The Contact
Lou climbs on. Straddles him. Guides his cock to her slit. Rubs the head along her lips. She’s dripping, glistening. Sinks down slow. Inch by creamy inch. Moan escapes her, bitten off. ‘Shhh,’ he hisses. She rocks. Tits bounce. Slap of skin starts soft. Builds. Pussy grips him tight, juices slicking his balls. Faster. Chair groans louder. Her ass cheeks ripple with each thrust. He grabs them, spreads. Thumb teases her asshole. She gasps, head thrown back. ‘Harder, Nounours.’ Voices hushed but ragged. My clit throbs under my fingers. Circling frantic. Risk burns: fence too thin, a cough away from discovery. Their grunts mix with crickets. Her pussy squelches, cock plunging deep. Balls slap wetly. She cums first. Body shudders. Nails dig his chest. He follows, groaning muffled into her neck. Cum leaks out as she lifts. White mixed with cream.
They collapse, panting. Kisses soft now. She wipes him with a towel. Laughter whispers. I back away. Feet silent on grass. Heart pounds like a drum. Fence clears without a snag. Dash to my door. Parquet creaks inside, barely. Shower runs cold. Cool my flushed skin. Lie in bed, replaying. Pussy aches for more. Secret safe. Tomorrow, see Lou at the shop? Smile innocent. No one knows. The quarter sleeps on. My dirty thrill.