Erotic story: “What if one of my neighbors catches us?”

Avoiding Cas is no longer the only reason for Roos (30) to be in Paris a lot. After that one Sunday with Jacques, she wants just one thing: more of him. 

The name of Jacques appears on my screen. I am sitting on the terrace of Charlot with an espresso and croissant. “Bonjour”,“ I say softly as I answer. “Roos”,“ I hear on the other end of the line and then it seems like Jacques is holding his breath for a moment. ”Send me your location,” he says. Smiling, I hang up and tap the button to share my live location.

Jacques is different in every way than I am used to. Controlled, in charge, he pays attention to what he does. The sex I’ve had so far has always been wild and uncontrolled or vanilla. He is a completely different genre. A genre that I am eager to discover. I beckon the waiter to ask for the bill. Hell no, that I am going to sit here patiently waiting for him. If he wants me this much, then he can go hunting.

‘That will teach you’

I stand up and start Rue de Charlot walking. “Where is that going?!”, Jacques sends a minute later. I feel the excitement rush through me. “Guess”,“ I type back. “If you guess right, you can do whatever you want with me.” I think back to my brother's gathering at the bar next to their office the previous evening, where Jacques couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off me. When no one was looking, I felt his hand disappear under my skirt. For a second, his fingers slid inside me. I held my breath and looked anxiously around to see if anyone noticed. But it was too busy, too dark, and no one paid attention to us.

I walk quickly towards my house, knowing that Jacques is following closely behind. When I turn the corner, I see him leaning against my doorpost in the distance. His eyes focused on his phone. He looks up and I am aware of every step I take towards him. Something in his gaze makes my whole body warm and tingle. He turns around and quickly and routinely types in the code for the front door. With a soft buzz, the lock clicks open. Jacques lets me go ahead. As I take one step into the central hall, he pushes me against the wall. He kisses my neck and his hand slides under my blouse. “So you wanted me to follow you, Roos?” he whispers in my ear. A nervous laugh escapes my throat as he loosens the button of my pants with his free hand. What if one of my neighbors catches us here? Jacques senses my fear. “Afraid of being seen?”,“ he asks while he caresses my breasts. I nod. “Nice, that will teach you to make me follow you through the city.”

Trembling on my legs

The wall of the hall feels cold against my back. I am aware of every sound, every click of a door or footstep. Jacques moves his fingers deeper inside me and the surroundings begin to fade away. I hide my face in his neck to suppress a moan. I unzip the front of his pants and slowly move my hand over his crotch. Jacques presses his body against mine until there is no millimeter left between us. He looks at me intently, an amused grin on his lips, while his hand between my legs makes me increasingly greedy. I want to feel him inside me.

What normally is a soft buzz from the front door now sounds deafening through the hall. Damn, someone is coming in. As quickly as Jacques was under my blouse and in my pants, he suddenly lets me go. He casually puts his arm around me and starts walking down the hallway towards my house. Behind me, I hear the neighbor chuckling, but I pretend I don’t hear it. I can’t bear to look at his undoubtedly amused face while trembling on my legs.

Try explaining that

I put the key in the lock and as soon as we are inside, I hear his voice behind me. “Undress”,” he says. Carefully, he removes the clip from my hair, causing it to flow over my shoulders. I leave my pants on the floor in the hallway and pull my blouse over my head. The buttons take too long. In the bedroom, Jacques takes my hand and pulls me towards the windowsill. Below me, I see people walking through the streets of Paris. A few glance up for a moment, without really seeing anything. Jacques lifts me up and plants me with my butt in the frame. He fills me up completely in one go and I can’t suppress a cry. I feel the cold outside air brush against my back through the window, while Jacques takes me as deep as he can with every thrust.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I roll away from Jacques onto my side to grab it. On the screen, I see a notification that makes my heart race. “Roos, can I see you? I can’t forget about us.” Jacques leans over my shoulder to read along when he feels me stiffen. “What does it say?”, he asks with a sharp tone in his voice. Yes, Roos. Try explaining that.