Landed in Limoges for a quick study stopover. Grabbed my suitcase from the carousel, hopped a cab to the impersonal business hotel downtown. Swipe the mag card at reception, elevator hums up to floor 4. Corridor smells of stale carpet cleaner, distant doors slam. Room 412 clicks open. Big window overlooks rooftops, opposite building’s lit apartments. Perfect anonymous perch. I’ve been here a week, nights glued to binoculars watching Geneviève across the way. Her strip-teases, mutual masturbation sessions through glass. Last night, her vibrator show nearly made me blow early again. Cleaned my mess before breakfast, heart pounding. Afternoon knock. Open door: Laure, mum’s friend, curvy in her 30s, tight skirt hugging hips. ‘Your mum’s worried, no news.’ Blush hits. Forgot to call amid revisions and peeps. Invite her in. She eyes the binoculars on the side table, glances at the window. ‘Birdwatching, huh? Loriots?’ Sarcasm drips. She’s always teased me. Now alone, city unknown to her, my turf. She peers out. ‘Someone’s there. Balconied window. Madame Clément!’ I join, breath close. Through lenses: Geneviève kissing her doctor lover. Tongues tangle, hands roam. Laure gasps. ‘Shh, slow moves or they spot us.’ Press behind her, palms cup tits through blouse. Nipples harden. ‘Jean, stop!’ But she holds binoculars steady, body tenses not pulls away. Fear of exposure glues her. Buttons pop, bra pushed up. Pinch peaks, she whimpers. Drag her to sofa shadows. Lips crash, tongue invades. Skirt hikes, panties yanked. She fishes out my stiff cock, strokes reverent. Hubby can’t match this, her eyes say. Couch creaks, I plow fast, brutal. She bucks, nails dig. Too quick—I spill inside, furious at control loss. Panting, she straightens tits, unsatisfied pout. Geneviève still at it opposite, slow and skilled. Won’t let Laure down again. Grip her hand on my refilling shaft. ‘Oh!’ Fingers curl tender. Strip her bare, learn from Geneviève’s lessons. Lips trail neck, suck tits greedy—her kryptonite. Fingers tease clit, lap folds slick. She quivers. Back arches. Finally cracks, impales on my rod. Rides wild, tits bounce in my palms. Breathless, she slows. Flip her, ram deep, piston relentless. She shatters, real screams muffled in cushions. I unload triumphant, flooding her. Collapse, sweat-slick. She lies spent, pussy gaping, thighs quiver. Fetch drinks from mini-bar, clink glasses. ‘Glad I came.’ Blush. ‘Meant, glad to know Geneviève’s lover.’ Laughs off hypocrisy. Chat light, promises to mum. Last kiss lingers, tongue darts, hand squeezes tit. ‘Garnement, or no more visits.’ Watches her heels click corridor, car vanish corner. Victory dance solo. Wipe counters, pack suitcase. Dawn flight tomorrow. Keycard slots in desk dropbox, beep confirms. Taxi wait hums. Geneviève’s window dark, Laure’s scent on sheets. One-night transit fuck, raw fuel for road ahead. Anonymity pure bliss.