Erotic story: “I crack the front door open and lie down on the bed completely naked”

Roos (30) stays in Paris as much as possible. The best tactic to avoid Cas and Sophie. On a Sunday morning, she scrolls bored through a dating app, but then she sees a familiar face…

6 weeks later

Suddenly, two familiar eyes are staring at me from my phone. Light brown, under a raised eyebrow. A mischievous dimple in his cheek, closely cropped hair. I know him all too well. It’s Jacques, the handsome companion of my older half-brother. The man who shamelessly flirts with me at the champagne-soaked parties my brother loves to throw. Should I? He is much older and it’s definitely a conflict of interest. But I could use a little entanglement today. Oh, fuck it. I swipe and the green checkmark appears. Jacques was ahead of me.

I turn over one more time in bed, stretch out, and then my phone vibrates. Jacques. “Bonjour Roos, are you home?” He apparently doesn’t waste a second. “Oui, où es-tu?” He texts that he has to drop something off at my brother’s place two streets away in a quarter of an hour. “Café?” Coffee wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, I text him. “J’arrive maintenant,” I get back within a second. I throw the warm duvet off me, jump out of bed, and run to the shower. The warm water flows over my back and breasts. In my mind, I’m with Jacques and I let my hand slide between my legs. I softly circle, while I imagine him walking down the Rue des Francs-Bourgeois. Towards my house. I turn off the tap and wrap myself in a large, white towel. What should I wear? Nothing, flashes through my mind. My wet hair is still dripping on my shoulders. Do I dare to do this?

Paper-thin walls

“4432,” I text Jacques. The code to my apartment complex. I turn the door from the lock and take the hook off. I hesitate for a moment, but then I crack the front door open, walk back to the bedroom, and lie down on the bed completely naked. I close my eyes and try to calm down, but it feels like every inch of my skin is visible to the whole world. The moment I want to jump out of bed to grab a towel, I hear the front door click shut. I let myself fall back into the pillows with a sigh. “Roos?” I’m here, I call out to Jacques. He follows the sound of my voice and I hear his footsteps getting closer. God, what am I doing?

Jacques appears in the doorway. His eyebrows shoot up for a moment at the sight of me naked. Then he smiles widely. The jacket of his suit hangs casually over his shoulder, under his other arm he has a newspaper. “Ouf, Roos,” he whispers. With one step, he stands at the foot of the bed. He carelessly throws his expensive jacket and newspaper on the floor and pulls me by my legs to the edge of the bed with his free hands. As he pushes them apart in one movement, he kneels down. He starts by licking softly, then faster, and pushes his fingers deep inside me. I cover my mouth with my hand to suppress a moan; the walls of my Parisian apartment are paper-thin. And my neighbor Georgette doesn’t need to know about my male Sunday morning visitor.

“Café?”

As my breathing quickens, Jacques abruptly stops. He slowly stands up and unbuttons his shirt, while looking at me intently. “Est-ce que tu me veux?” I nod in affirmation. Yes, I want him. Now. Jacques lowers himself on top of me and kisses me on the lips. For the first time since he came in. He tastes like coffee and a cigarette in the distance, and I recognize the scent of Chanel. His mouth finds its way to my breasts, and all the air escapes me as he teasingly bites my nipple. Show me how much you want me, he says as he rolls onto his back next to me. I won’t need to be told twice.

My wet hair drips onto his tanned chest as I sit on top of him. I start off slowly, but soon he presses his fingers into my hips and quickens the pace. I feel Jacques deep inside me and close my eyes. With one hand, I support myself on his thigh while I play with myself with my free hand. “Look at me,” Jacques says. His eyes are dark and his lips part slightly with each moan he makes. As I look at him, the shocks run through my belly, and just when I think it can’t get any better, he thrusts even deeper inside me. He closes his eyes and comes. With a satisfied sigh, I let myself fall back onto the bed. Jacques turns onto his side, chuckles, and whispers in my ear: “Café?”