Sweltering August afternoon. Parking lot heat shimmers off blacktop. I step out of the office building, summer temp gig in suburban C., Normandy. Printer whirs faint in distance. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume, clings to skin. Hesitate. Wait for Maëlys? She finishes thirty minutes later. Dating fifteen days. Pretty blonde bob, fresh face, curvy arms, soft body. Once, she’d thrill me. Now? After Benjamin. After Lucie. Her backseat fumbles fall flat. Must end it. Phone buzzes. Lucie’s text. Photo: Benjamin, tight tee hugging chest, faded jeans low. His gaze pierces screen. Natural ease drowns me. Lucie plays cryptic. Ignores my messages. Just these pics. No words. Head to bus stop. Text Maëlys: not waiting. She replies: ‘We need to talk.’ Good.
Weeks later. Back at company W. Open-space buzz. Colleague crew reunites. Twins from my floor, Grégoire, Thomas from shared cubicle. Lucie and Benjamin arrive, hands linked. Rhythm crushes. Endless reports, late-night emails for Wednesday reviews, Saturday deadlines. Exhausted. Barely see each other.
The Building Tension
First team night: early October Friday. No Saturday deadline. Bar crawl. Drink heavy. Mock boss’s droning: ‘Flaubert’s a hack!’ Rip philo trainer’s weak logic. Debate films, books, tracks. Pedantic. Perfect. Public? No hints of July. No special looks. Leave buzzed. Phone lights: ‘Tomorrow 11am, conference room. Come. Lucie.’ Instant: ‘Yes.’
Morning. Door clicks shut. Lucie greets. Taller in heels. White blouse molds skin, fine waist, flat belly. Black skirt mid-thigh, opaque stockings hug dancer legs. Clack-clack on tile. Grabs hand. Sits me low swivel chair. Crosses legs on desk edge. Smiles. ‘Loved July. Wanted you.’ Pauses. Amused. ‘Your stares at Benjamin? Obvious.’ Leans in. Intense. ‘Continue?’
‘Yes.’ She rises fluid. Leads to breakroom. Locks door. Click echoes. Light kiss. Unbuttons my blouse. ‘Strip. Shoes, skirt, panties.’ Naked. Drawer yields foam, razor. Lifts arms. Shaves pits smooth. Kneels. Legs, mound, lips tender. Stands behind. Mirror shows red patches. Cream from sink. Fingers glide pits, thighs. Up to pussy. Breath hot on neck. Circles clit. Left hand strokes folds. Right teases ass. Finger rims hole. Eyes shut. Hard. She stops. ‘Later.’ Presses tits to back. Thumb trails sternum down belly. Red line burns. ‘Beautiful tonight. 8pm.’ Dresses under her smirk. Cheek kiss. ‘See you.’
Afternoon library—wait, office annex. Descartes prep diverts. Mind wanders. Coffee percolates nearby. Perfume lingers.
Evening. Building stairs creak. Door opens. Benjamin. Silent pull. Shoulder grip. Chin tilt. Lip corner kiss. Rise to neck, hair. Mouths crush. Leads to conference room. Door locks. Printer hums distant. Lucie on table edge. Short black hair frames Modigliani face. Amber skin. Lace bustier, matching thong. Bare legs. Feline stride. Tongue invades mouth. Pushes. ‘Strip. Chair.’ Obey. Clumsy. Benjamin caresses her from back. Shivers betray. Knees, thighs, lace. Fingers dip. She spreads. Sighs loud. Stops him. Turns. Ass perfect. Sits him. Ties my wrists scarf. ‘Watch.’ Whispers.
The Explosive Release
Full kiss. Zipper down. Cock out. Swallows hungry. His hand in thong. She drops it. Bare pussy gleams. Bustier off. Brown nipples peak. He sucks, bites. Shirt off. Muscled fuzz. Pants drop. She straddles. Slides down. Back to me. White shaft parts honey lips. Wet shine. Pinch nipples. Spread cheeks. Brown pucker. Finger lubed from her drip. Probes ass. She grinds clit. Cries peak. Cum together.
She rises. Foot on armrest. Pussy drips mix. ‘Lick.’ Tongue laps cream. Salty sweet. Clit flicks. Hands crush head. She quakes. Second orgasm.
Frees hands. Benjamin kneels. Tongue balls. Hand pumps. Finger anus. Lips engulf. Slow suck. Lucie neck kisses, whispers filth. Mouths meet. Fire builds. Explode in him. Swallows all.
Couch unfolds. Laptop flickers film. Rohmer maybe. His hand creeps thighs. Shaved skin sings. Kisses cascade. Night blurs. Fuck Lucie. He takes me. Fluid bliss.
Dawn. Coffee brews. They bustle. Picture perfect. But asymmetry stings. Love him. They match. I leave. Dressed. ‘Memories only.’ Streets wet. Home.