Friday evening, finally. At the office, the vibe is full afterwork: colleagues grab me in the open space, “Come on David, let’s grab a drink, we’re going to the bar downstairs, the marketing girls will be there!” Pints, laughs, girls in heels laughing too loud, maybe even one ending up in my bed for a change from the right hand. And me, like an idiot, I decline. “Nah guys, tired, heavy week, next time.” Tired my arse. I’m just too scared to miss the big show from the building across. Pathetic, I know.
I rush home, heart pounding like a teenager before his first porn. Door barely closed, my phone buzzes: TikTok notification. Lena is live. Fuck, jackpot. I race to the window, curtains obviously open. She’s there, sitting on her bed in a prim little sweater and slim jeans. Parents must not be home, because she looks relaxed. I open the live on my phone, turn up the volume, and watch both screens at once: the real one and the streamed version.
She chats with her community, all cute, “Hi loves, so last night I freaked out so much!” And then she tells: “I was at my window in the dark, and I saw a guy across, total perv, jerking off like crazy in front of his big window. He was shooting everywhere on the glass, it was gross but… so weird!” She laughs, makes a face. Comments explode: “LOL”, “who is it???”, “show us the view”. Me, I turn red as a tomato. She’s talking about me. She saw me come like a pig last night. I should be ashamed, hide under the sofa… but my dick, it finds it fucking great. It gets hard instantly in the joggers. Shame and excitement, perfect cocktail.
I glance at the others. Grandma is tidying up, she’s wearing a skirt and blouse, handbag on the table. Looks like she’s getting ready to go out. No strip tonight, shame. The couple, they’re receiving a young girl, around 20, dressed normal. They all have coats ready by the door. Confirmed babysitter. They’re going out, so zero chance of seeing madam getting pounded tonight.
Lena keeps talking about her day, her classes, nothing sexual. No dance, no flash, ultra-prim outfit. The blonde? Absent, lights off. Fuck, the evening is going to shit. I’m starting to seriously regret saying no to the colleagues. I could be chatting up a decent girl instead of watching a teenager almost studying and an old lady going to bingo.
Grandma leaves her place, the couple too with the babysitter staying. Lena still in good-girl mode. Nothing. Nada. The evening is officially screwed.
And then, someone knocks at my door.
I jump, my half-hard cock wondering what’s happening. No one ever knocks here. I go open, shirtless, joggers hanging low.
And there… an old lady standing in front of me. Made up like a stolen car: bright red lipstick, blue eyeshadow, tight leopard dress too short for her age, fishnet stockings, high heels. She smells of cheap perfume and looks me up and down with a slutty smile. I recognise her instantly. It’s Gisèle. The grandma from across.
“You’re not inviting me in?” she says in a raspy voice, like a 80s porn actress.
I stand there dumb, mouth open. She pushes the door, walks in without waiting, heads straight to the living room like it’s her place. She turns around, eyes me from head to toe, stops on the bulge in my joggers.
“I was wondering what you looked like up close… and what you taste like too.”
I stammer a brilliant “uh…”. She steps forward, drops straight to her knees in front of me, unties the jogger cord, pulls down the boxers. My still-soft cock comes out, and she swallows it whole in one go. Her mouth hot, wet, she sucks like she’s starving, tongue swirling around the head, hand massaging the balls. In ten seconds I’m hard as concrete.
She lifts her head, looks at me with her smoky eyes: “Nice piece, big boy.” Then she turns me around firmly, spreads my cheeks and eats my arse without warning. Tongue digging, licking, even going in a little. I moan like a whore, I can’t stand up anymore.
She stands, drops her knickers (big red lace ones), climbs on the sofa, sits on my face. Her hairy pussy, already soaked, almost suffocates me. I lick, suck her swollen clit, she rubs violently, smears my face with juices. At the same time she jerks my cock at full speed.
Then she slides a wet finger in my arse, twirls it, finds the prostate. I almost come instantly. “You like that, huh, little perv?” she growls.
She turns around, on all fours on the sofa, dress hiked up over her hips. “Fuck me.” I slam into her pussy in one thrust, she’s loose but burning hot, she squeezes around my cock. I pound her like a madman, balls slapping her flabby arse. She screams “harder!”
Then she grabs my cock, pulls it out, aims it at her arsehole. “There.” I push, it goes in surprisingly easy, she’s already lubed (who knows with what). I fuck her arse without holding back, she rubs her clit at the same time, moans like a bitch. I feel I won’t last.
“Come in my arse!” she orders.
I let go, hot jets deep in her rectum. She screams, stiffens, and explodes: a violent squirt that soaks my cock, balls, stomach, and even my face when she turns around. She shakes, drains me to the last drop.
We collapse, breathless. I don’t know how to politely kick her out. She, half-dressed, lies on the sofa: “I’m sleeping here tonight.” Period.
In the night, we go again twice. Once she rides me like an Amazon, her floppy tits slapping my face. The other time she deepthroats me while I finger her arse with three fingers. I come again, she swallows everything.
Next morning she gets up early, redoes her makeup in front of my mirror, kisses me on the mouth with a tongue that still smells of sex.
“See you tonight, big boy.” And she slams the door.
I stay in bed, covered in dried juices, wondering what the hell just happened.
Gisèle. Her name is Gisèle.
And me, I’m officially the guy who got fucked by the grandma across the street.
Paris, you really are a magnificent whore.