Friday, June 24, 2005. Heat smothers the streets. I draw the shutters in my old meulière house. Not fully closed. Slats let me spy the slow neighborhood pulse. Like Rear Window, but dirtier. 8:30 a.m. Moms in light dresses drop kids at school. Cleavage glistens. Curves shine. I sit back. Job hunt calls. But focus slips.
Car door slams. Nurse for neighbors. Yesterday, panty flash. Today, nothing. Her ass sways into the house. Memory fuels me. Back to screen. Ideas brew. Erotic story from these peeks? Hot. Tender? My eyes flick out.
The Fever
From my chair, perfect angle. Top of window arcs over rectangular shutters. Unseen view of opposite building’s top floors. Windows wide open. No sun yet. Top balcony. Her. Blonde, tall, killer body. New. Eating cereal. Arm on railing. Legs tan, thighs spread casual. Skirt hiked. Air teases skin.
Heart quickens. Pulse throbs in my neck. Heat inside matches outside. Binoculars grab. Pervert? Yes. Her thighs part slow. Swing left. Right. Naked under? Pussy glimpse begs. Fabric clings. Shadows play. Ochre to pastel. Cock twitches. Breath short. She rises. Skirt sticks. Ass flash. Perfect globes. Reddened from sitting. Jean-Pierre Marielle whispers: ‘What an ass!’
She returns. Phone. Sits. Skirt high. Wind lifts. Panties peek. White lace. Frustrates. Excites. Hand waves. To me? No. Friend below. Brunette. ‘Yes, darling. See you.’ Jealousy stings. Their easy touch. Skin bronzed. I crave that softness.
Laughter echoes. Brunette climbs. They meet. Arm around waist. View tour. ‘Mont Valérien. La Défense. Eiffel Tower.’ Blonde leans. Lips on neck. Brunette shivers. Hand to cheek. Faces close. Kiss. Deep. They vanish inside. Laughing. My cock strains. Fever peaks. Sweat beads. I grip myself. Stroke slow. Danger pulses.
The Blaze
Windows open. I see. Dim room. They stumble in. Tongues battle. Hands roam. Blonde yanks brunette’s top. Tits spill. Nipples hard. Brunette moans. Grabs ass. Skirt up. Fingers dive under lace. Wet slurp. Blonde gasps. ‘Fuck, yes.’ They drop to rug. Heat haze warps air.
Blonde pins her. Legs wide. Pussy exposed. Shaved. Dripping. Tongue dives. Licks fierce. Clit sucked. Brunette bucks. ‘Harder!’ Fingers plunge. Three deep. Thrust wild. Sweat slicks skin. Bodies slap. Blonde grinds face in. Nose buried. Juices smear. Heart hammers mine. Cock throbs. Stroke faster. Urge to burst in. Possess them. But no. Watch.
Switch. Brunette flips. Eats blonde. Ass up. Cheeks spread. Tongue rims hole. Fingers fuck pussy. Blonde screams. ‘Eat me!’ Hips grind. Claws back. Orgasms build. Shudders rack. Cum sprays. Blonde first. Squirts on face. Brunette laps. Then her. Convulses. Blonde fists hair. Pulls tight.
They collapse. Panting. Kiss sloppy. Cum shared. Tongues swirl. Bodies gleam. Sweat pools. My hand flies. Balls tighten. Cum erupts. Rope after rope. Hits shutter. Vision blurs.
Silence falls. They cuddle. Skin smokes. Fingers trace. Soft laughs. I slump. Cock softens. Skin burns. Heart slows. Uniqueness lingers. Balcony ghosts. Heatwave gift. Ashes warm. Crave tomorrow.