Printer hums in the corner. Mouse clicks echo as I finalize corrections. Coffee aroma clings, mixes with my perfume. Home office. Saturday, September 17th. 5 PM sharp. Kid at parents’. Door bell chimes. Heart races. I slip on blue sundress. Barefoot. Tie at nape. Innocent. Door swings open. Laurent. Hands full of Louis’s forgotten toys. ‘Hi Julie.’ Smiles. I take them. ‘Thanks for returning my little monster’s stuff.’ He lingers. Weather chat. I invite. ‘Enter. Just finished work.’ He shuts door. Click of lock. I pivot. Back bare. Fabric floats. Tease.
Week built this. Monday 12th. Open-space vibe at school pickup. Spotted him. Watching moms. Like me. Eyes lock. Tuesday playground. Bench squeeze. Arm brushes bare shoulder. Heat. Grandma shoves. Closer. His whisper. ‘Sorry.’ I giggle. Bare skin touches. Firm. ‘Your granddaughter’s cute.’ ‘Your son too.’ Flirt. Wednesday. Flowers on desk. Pretend gift. Sniff together. Faces close. His jealousy? Thursday ice cream. Lick cone slow. Legs spread. Eyes on him. He laps wafers. Gaze burns. Friday. Kids play at his. I rush. Wine poured. Confessions spill. My conference fling. Balcony lover. Louis’s dad. Unknown seed. His loss. Touch cheek. Kiss lingers.
Rising Tension
Now. Silence thick. I stretch arms up. Knot unties. Dress pools at feet. Naked. Natural. Arm over tits. Hand on mound. Smile. He freezes. Eyes drop. Bulge grows. I step close. Skin touches. His hands on hips. Caress ass. Mine grabs neck. Guide lips. Shoulder. Clavicle. Neck. Nipple hardens. Suck. Lick. Bite soft. Down belly. Heat rises. Kneel him. Face to pussy. Hot. Wet.
Canapé. Legs wide. Hands cup face. Dive in. Tongue parts lips. Suck clit. Roll it. Aspire. Flood. Gasp for air. Push deeper. Grind. Thighs clamp. Shake. Cum hard. Waves crash. I pant. ‘Fuck me. Now.’ Knees on shoulders. Lift hips. Align. Slide in. Deep. Thrust. Pound. Eyes lock. Sweat. Moans. Desk nearby rattles. Printer whirs. Coffee scent amps musk.
Explosive Release
Captain game. His cock salutes. ‘Arms present.’ Board. Legs spread. Cunt drips. ‘Take treasure.’ Tongue storms. Clit quivers. Suck vicious. Thrash. Orgasm rips. Then mount. Ride hard. Walls grip. Fill me. Pump. Explode together. Fall off sofa. Bodies tangle.
After. Lips nibble ear. Laugh. ‘First to speak is fool.’ Explain. Watched him all week. Knew lust. Ice cream tease. Found poem on paper scrap. His words. Recite. See your eyes. Touch skin. Smell desire. Taste forbidden. Hear plea. Extend over. Into you. Tear rolls. Mount again. Sink deep. Milk seed. Maybe surprise brews. Lock clicks. Back to screen. Dress on. Smile serene. Meeting next. Nothing happened.