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Balcony

By: PenanceS



I’d always been something of an exhibitionist, even as a child. I did, and still do, hate clothes, they always seem too tight and confining. Admit it, you know what I mean.

When I turned eighteen I was able to live alone in an apartment. Needless to say, this afforded me with all sorts of creature comforts and freedoms.

I admit the first night there, I was nervous. But excited in the fact that it was mine. I think that it really hit me, when I went into the bedroom, and saw a brilliant massive glass picture window that opened out onto the New York skyline. 

For me, I can’t really describe the exhilaration that I am able to feel when I am naked. It feels like every molecule is charged, statically, and every touch of anything just thrills my inner psyche – even the air.

My routine for disrobing is thusly; I get home from work, and toss my briefcase onto the dining room table. If there is any work to be done, it will be so, after I am more comfortable. I slide my high heels of the instant that I cross the threshold of my door, hopefully with one well-placed kick I can have them land at the foot of the dining room table. Goddamn the bastard that made them mandatory for business apparel, ladies, you all know what I mean…

I walk into the bathroom, and unzip my skirt, letting it drop to my feet. Stepping out of it, I begin to unbutton my blouse; both that and my bra have constrained me for too long – but no more. 

Button after button comes undone under the caress of my fingers, and reveals more of my skin. I felt for a moment as if I was doing a strip tease for a female party of one. I tossed the blouse off, letting it land with my skirt upon the floor.

My mind is already light-years away from what is actually happening, and has started to picture certain scenarios. I can feel myself as I start to get aroused. Already my mind knows what is coming.

I pull at the clasp of my bra, sighing as the ever-tightening garment is released from around my torso. I shudder as I trace the rough, red outline that the elastic has made on my torso. I make a vow… the same one that I make every weekend, but still… No BRA ‘TILL MONDAY!

My poor nipples were red, and puffy, screaming in pain – yep, going to need to go bra shopping this weekend – I gently lifted my injured breasts, and I could see the reddened streaks that the under wire had made as they dug into my flesh during the day. I padded into the kitchen for a glass of water, not caring that I was only wearing a pair of Victoria Secret panties.

As I sipped my water, I looked out the massive picture window that ensconced my kitchen, and I could see that the sun was already beginning to set.  There was still time for a tan, if I wanted it.

Part of me knew that my neighbors were able to watch me from my balcony, and for a moment two parts of my id and super-ego battled to see which one would win out… would I go out and tan, or would modesty and the dropping tempurature get the better of me.

Deep, down inside I could tell that there was a part of me that WANTED to be seen. Even as I thought about it, I could feel as I started to get wet, just thinking about the possibility of someone SEEING me.

As I turned towards the counter, and placed the glass upon it, I knew that I was wet, sopping, wet. 

I giggled, realizing that the simple act of getting a glass of water had turned me on. I was aroused with the fantasy of someone staring through the window, and being able to watch me as I got a glass of water.

My legs were so shaky that I was worried that I would fall down. I looked down, to make sure of my footing, and I could tell that my panties were transparent from my juices. 

I couldn’t believe it was possible, but the fact of me being both naked, and not at the same time, turned me on even further – I was becoming MORE aroused.

I placed my thumbs in the elastic of the panties and pulled down, exposing first my perky ass, and then my mass of brown locks.

A wave of fear washed over me as I thought that I might be seen, but as realization hit I started to laugh. This was what I wanted. I WANTED to be watched, and seen, if someone had the added advantage of seeing me, than so much the better.

With this added confidence, I pulled my underwear totally off, letting it land on the floor. I stood there for a moment, trying not to overwhelm myself and pass out simply from sheer excitement.

A slight breeze wafted through the house, exciting me as it caressed my body, and weaved its way through both sets of my hair. I wondered, no hoped, someone was watching me.

I needed to sit down before I fell.

Spotting a chair I eased myself into it, leaning as far back as the chair would allow. I splayed my legs so that my body and my puss was near the open window, if anyone wanted to look up at me, they could.

Had it not been for the rapidly dropping air that had gathered outside, I would have gone outside for all to see.

As it was, I was confined to the boundaries of my home. For now, this would have to do. 

I slid my left hand down my neck, touching my side, caressing the skin as it slid lower down my thigh. My right hand busied itself by touching my nipple, while my left slid upwards, dancing in the mat that was my pubic hair.

I could feel the sticky wetness as it oozed down my fingers. For some reason this seemed to spur me on. I gathered reserves that I never knew existed, and stood up. Quickly I walked to the balcony, before I could change my mind.

I had done it! I was naked, out on my balcony. A burst of cool air came up, and whipped my nipples into peaks, but I didn’t care.

I realized that after a few moments, I had automatically started to go in further, pumping my fingers in and out of my vagina. My pointer finger slid effortlessly across my clit, and it felt so good.

There were several open window shades in the nearby complexes, and I scanned them quickly to see if anyone was watching me.

I cared, no I didn’t.

My clit twitched and jerked as my fingers plunged in and out of me again and again. One last time my finger slid across my clit and an orgasm erupted, one of the biggest that I had ever had!

I screamed as I came and listened as my pants and moans echoed throughout the entire city. I scanned the city skyline unconsciously. Indeed there was a light in one of the adjoining apartments. I leaned over the balcony, looking to see if there was someone watching me. I saw a shadow duck behind some curtains.

Yet again, I had started to become wet, but I didn’t think that I could handle another orgasm, not this soon.

I reluctantly walked back into the house, my buttocks flexing in the sunset. It was getting cooler and time for me to go inside. I needed sleep, but as tomorrow was Saturday, I had no reason for clothes.

As I slid passed the sliding door, and locked it, a thought occurred to me. Had my “friend” enjoyed the show? As I turned back to close the blinds, I could see that his light was dark. I had no clue how much, or even if, he’d seen. I only hoped he enjoyed. 

Balcony



Recovery, that's what it was, Denise and Michael were in recovery, trying to rebuild a marriage, a marriage that had nearly become a statistic. It was slow, agonizingly slow as they tried to rekindle the intimacy that had been shattered in lies and betrayal. Even after Michael had proved to Denise he had changed, had re-devoted himself to her, they still had not been able to touch in the way they did before.

Hoping to get way together, Denise had booked several days over the Fourth of July weekend at a small bed and breakfast. The first night of their stay had been relaxing as they shared a hot tub that looked out over the rugged central Texas landscape. They sipped wine and watched as the bubble bath slowly encased them in suds.

Afterwards they drank a little more wine, but when it came time to get closer, they failed again. They were comfortable kissing, and Denise even responded as Michael began to kiss her breasts and toy with her nipples. In the past, Michael would go down on her, slipping his tongue into her wet opening then moving up to her clit and while it felt good for her, no matter how long and hard Michael tongued and sucked on her clit she just couldn't come.

He would work until his jaw ached and he would give up in exasperation, finally climbing up on top of her and fucking her until he came. Denise would then roll over and cry quietly to herself while Michael went to the living room and watched TV.

They both decided while they were here at the bed and breakfast it would be different. Telling themselves they would work through this together, they went slowly, starting and stopping several times. When Michael settled between Denise's legs, he was sure things were going to happen. Unfortunately after about twenty minutes of extended tongue, lip and finger work nothing happened. One time, while he sucked hard on her clit and slid three fingers in and out of her gaping cunt she hung on the verge, so close, so close to coming, but finally, Michael had to stop, his jaw numb and his fingers wrinkled from her wetness.

Instead of finishing the evening they way they did in the past, Michael simply held her in his arms as they slept together naked. They next day they woke up and agreed to forget the night before. Quickly dressing and heading out, they visited several vineyards in the area, restocking their wine for the evening.

Just before dinner, a massive storm rolled overhead, and while it appeared the storm would ruin a lot of people's plan for Fourth of July fireworks, Denise and Michael simply enjoyed watching the storm. The flashes of lightning lit up the darkened sky and cast an odd blue light over the rocky landscape just beyond their balcony.

The storm was a quick one and amazingly passed by just at sunset. The remnants of the storm on the horizon, combined with the colors of the sunset created an explosion of color that blanketed the sky for nearly an hour. Michael and Denise walked down to the dining area just as the last of the colors were fading. During dinner they discovered they'd have the entire complex to themselves, since they were the only guests checked in for the evening and the owners house was about a half mile down the entrance road.

Returning to their room, they shared wine and a hot tub, this time without the bubble bath. They kissed as the relaxing bubbles rolled over their bodies, both lightly buzzed on the wine. Things heated up in the tub as Michael began kissing Donna's large breasts, concentrating on her nipples teasing them as they grew bigger than he had ever seen them. She began stroking his cock as he gently ran his fingers down over her clit.

Hot and bothered as they were, they both decided to move out of the tub before they both completely wrinkled up. Michael dried Denise off, letting his erection gently slide against her thighs and buttocks as he worked. When she was dry, he stood behind her, his cock poked between her thighs, and wrapping his hands around her, he pressed his hands to her breasts and squeezed. He tried to hold all of each breast in each hand, but they were too big, so Denise reached up and toyed with her nipples as Michael gently kneaded the soft flesh.

"Let's go out on the balcony," Michael whispered.

"No, someone may see us."

"They told us we were the only ones up here, and look out there," pointing to the window. "There's no one out there for miles."

"But..."

"Let's just try it."

"Okay, but I'm gonna put on a nightgown."

"Which one?"

"The white one?"

"Yeah, but no panties."

Slyly smiling, "Okay, no panties."

After Denise pulled on the nightgown she followed Michael out onto the balcony. He made sure the lights inside were turned off so they stepped out into almost complete darkness. The faint light around them made her gown seem to almost glow. She looked beautiful, her full breasts curved the silky fabric, pulling it tight at her nipples which still stood firm and erect. Michael sat down and front of her and grabbing her ass, pulled her to him. She spread her legs out and leaned on the railing as his head slipped up under her gown.

Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the sensation of his tongue, pushing up into her, circling inside her and then moving onto her clit. While he sucked her clit, he pushed two fingers into her wet opening. Denise moved her hips, occasionally opening her eyes to peer out into the darkness. It felt good, so good, but something still blocked her, she was close, so close to coming...

A strange noise came from below.

"What was that?" she whispered.

"I don't know."

"It sounded like someone saying, 'Hello'."

"Hello, is anyone down there?" Michael called out, peeking down from the edge.

"I'm going inside," Denise said, quickly moving into the room.

Michael followed, locking the balcony door behind him and pulling the curtain across the windows. He rushed up to the front door and locked it too, finally climbing back into bed with Denise.

"You're trembling," he whispered.

"Yes."

"It's okay, everything is locked. I'm not even sure it was a person, I mean it kind of sounded like a bird."

"It said 'Hello'."

"No, I think it was just a bird or something."

"Just hold me," she pleaded.

Michael wrapped his arms around her as she suddenly clamped to him, her breasts crushing against his chest. Her breath was hot on his face and when he moved to kiss her, she kissed him hard, her tongue wrestling with his. Michael's cock, which had gone soft in their quick flight from the balcony, quickly hardened again.

Denise then rolled onto her back, pulling on him to follow her. Rolling up on top of her, he felt her hand reach to his cock, and as he moved up onto his knees between her legs, she guided him into her. He began a slow thrust into her, when she grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, as she lifted her hips to meet him.

She responded to his cock filling her in a way she had not done in months, hell years. It was urgent, primal and as he plunged his cock into her, her hips would lift him some as she ground up against him. Moaning loudly she growled, "Fuck me Michael, fuck me."

Looking at her face he saw tears streaming from her eyes and he fought to distract himself, trying to slow down the surge running over him. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself some, enough to hold off his orgasm for a moment or two. They moved against each other so frantically, they both heard the wet slapping sounds as they crashed together and when Michael reached a point where he knew he couldn't hold off any longer, he felt her grip him tightly and wrap her legs around him.

Her fingernails dug into his back as she screamed, "Oh yes, oh yes. Oh god Michael, oh god yes."

Michael lost it, feeling the incredible pleasure splash through him and into Denise as he spurted his hot cum into her. Again and again he pumped his jism into her cunt as she pulsed and squeezed around him. They stayed entwined, squeezed hard against each other, their bodies still twitching and contracting until finally, they both took a deep breath and fell apart.

On his back, Michael felt Denise move up against his side, her breast resting on his arm, her thigh wrapping over his. "I love you Michael, so very much."

"I love you too," he whispered, feeling a tear run down his cheek, "I love you too Denise." 



Balcony



I stepped outside of the balcony to have a cigarette at the party; I just needed a quiet moment along with the fresh cold, muggy air. Everyone was having a good time and no one would notice me for the few minutes I was gone.

As soon as I stepped out, I pulled out my cigarettes, popped one into my mouth. I put my hand into my leather jacket to pull out my lighter when I noticed someone already flicking their lighter. I turned to my left and there she was in the dark corner sitting down smoking. I lit the cigarette, and for that moment I heard the butane under pressure hiss out, the crackle of dry tobacco -- my senses were attuned to the moment.

I've seen her at least a half dozen times at different places because we had mutual friends. A friendly face that was always there but nearly every time we were distracted with something going on. Most of the time it was a friendly smile and hello, there really wasn't any time to sit down or have anything qualitative or quantitative to talk about. This time, however, it was just us two on the balcony.

First we started talking about the cold weather and then about the party. This wasn't my party, and it wasn't her party but she lived at the apartment. There wasn't any doubt her mind was relaxed by the comforts that alcohol had to offer; there was a momentary silence as she finished her cigarette.

I was studying her face and the way she was sitting. Not a skinny girl, nor a particularly fat girl, but most definitely relaxed and confident, she was almost predatorial in the way she held herself. She was the kind of girl who knew what she wanted and probably got it too. 

After lighting another cigarette she shifted her body position and I moved closer. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves and a low top - how she wasn't cold I don't know, maybe it was the alcohol. Again we started another conversation, some how as it always happens with her, it turns to sex. I guess we're both sexual animals of different breeds. 

As we were talking she lifted her left leg, propped it against another chair and hiked up her dress a couple of inches. Of course she didn't care that the balcony blinds were partly open, then again it was dark outside and hard to see from the inside out. She then told me she wanted to feel me.

My left eye brow popped up, but otherwise I kept a neutral look on my face. She reached out and grabbed my left hand and put it on her pubic mound and brushed it against her crotch. She was wearing white cotton panties that she pulled down just enough to expose her flesh in the weak light. She put my hand down her panties and went to tell me she had shaved earlier today. The cool of my hand must've been a contrast to her warm pussy. Just then my right eye brow rose. My middle finger started brushing against her newly moist slit, between her lips as I gently moved it up and down.

My dick was like a turtle in its shell, and my nut sack was shriveled up, probably looking like a dehydrated brain hugging my body. But with all of the sensory stimulation, even the cold air didn't prevent me from warming up to the growing pleasures. Just then, the balcony door opened.

As quickly and coordinated, I withdrew my hand; she dropped her leg and straightened up. In fact, we did it with such calm grace that the half dozen or so people didn't notice us until we were in our neutral positions. I smiled, she smiled. I turned around to the person next to me and we started talking about the game everyone was going to play once our smoke break was over.

She got up to walk inside and I continued my small talk with the others on the balcony. She momentarily paused and whispered into my ear, cupping her hand and telling me that she still wanted to feel my cock. I paused for a moment to listen and watched as she disappeared into another room altogether. The guy I was talking to paused along with some other bystanders probed, what kind of balcony conversations we were having. I managed to keep a straight face when I distracted their alcoholic brains. So what about Scatagories...



Balcony



She stood on the balcony gazing out across the dark sea. The reflection of the low moon was shattered silver across the water. The sound of breaking surf drifted up from the rocks below. The air was warm and the deep, deep red satin pyjamas were all she needed and even they were really, as she was to find, superfluous.

The door opened behind her but she didn't turn. It could be only one. Strong arms enfolded her and he nuzzled, licked, kissed the back of her neck, easing aside her shower damp hair. His hands moved over the slick satin with just enough pressure for her to feel through the fabric, down her arms, back up again, briefly massaging her neck and then down, lightly stroking her breasts, circling round her nipples until they began to stiffen.

"Don't move..."

He undid the sash that held her pyjamas closed and warm breeze flowed over bare flesh. He took it and tied it loosely round her head, covering her eyes. 

"Comfortable?"

"Yes."

His hands moved down to her now bare breasts and the slight, soft belly he so loved, stroking lightly, barely touching. Finally he cupped both breasts, capturing her nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and caressing, searching for that point just before pleasure and teasing turned to discomfort. Her breathing became irregular and he knew it was time.

Sliding his hands down he slipped his thumbs into the waist band of her trousers and eased them over the flair of her hips. They pooled at her feet leaving her a naked, alabaster statue in the moonlight. His hands wandered further. Shoulders, breasts, waist, belly and back up again, reaching a little lower with each repetition. Stroking her back, her buttocks, closer and closer to her core until eventually, sliding down her front in one smooth movement, he reached between her legs finding heat and moisture. 

"Turn around."

She faced him and he guided her hands to knot that held his towelling bath robe. She untied it and, still blind, slid it off his shoulders. Slipping her hands down his body, she savoured the heat and texture of him and finally reaching his hard shaft, she touched him as he had touched her. She lightly drew the tips of her nails along the length of him, feeling him twitch and his intake of breath as she reached the sensitive bulbous end. All this time he played with her nipples.

They stood beside the balcony furniture and he eased her leg up, placing her foot on the chair. This opened her wide leaving her exposed to the night breezes and to his questing, curious fingers. He delved a little way into her with his middle finger and brought the wetness he found there to her clitoris, massaging and teasing the little button. Each time he went a little deeper until his finger was buried in her up to the knuckle and her nectar was flowing freely.

He removed the improvised blindfold and gazed into her eyes.

"Watch..."

He eased his finger deep into her again, stirring and massaging until it was thoroughly coated in her honey. He withdrew and, dragging it across her clitoris on the way, brought it glistening to his mouth. Still gazing deep into her eyes, he licked her juices off, savouring her tanginess.

"Just a little amuse bouche..."

"Before the main course?"

"I was thinking of going for the tasting menu..."

"Oh God..."

He replaced the blindfold and lay her gently on a sun bed. She didn't know what was to come next but spreading her legs wide seemed like it might help. What was he doing? Was he standing gazing at her, stroking himself? (He was.) Was he kneeling between her legs? In case he was she reached down and opened herself just enough so that her pink interior peeped into view. She felt warm breath on her leg and a light kiss on the inside of her knee. Then the other side. Alternating left and right, each kiss a little higher up her leg until he was poised over her core, glistening, coral hued, framed by darker lips. He extended his tongue and leaned forward...

Finally his tongue met soft, wet flesh. He nuzzled and suckled, exploring that most mysterious of geographies as he delved into her. Pausing, he opened her even wider and allowed the sensitive nub of her clitoris to feel, momentarily, the warm night air. Lightly at first, he flicked his tongue across it but gradually increased his speed and pressure until he sucked on it like a teat. 

Her breath became increasingly ragged and each passage of his tongue drew gasps and pussy juice in equal measure. Before she reached the stage when she HAD to cum

He leaned back and admired his work. She was swollen, wet and her lips were pouting. He stood and drew her to her feet.

"Come with me. I have something for you..."

He led her, still blindfold, to the bed.

Carefully he guided her onto her back. Once settled she opened her legs and continued what his tongue and lips had started.

"I'd rather you didn't peak just yet, please."

"Just...keeping ...it ...warm..."

The bedside table drawer opened. She heard something being removed and what sounded like the adjustment of Velcro straps. A low, subtle buzzing met her ears.

It was a cunning device that turned the human finger into a vibrator. A speed control attached to the wrist and a short wire led to the motor unit which in this case was affixed to his middle finger feeding vibrations into the flesh and bone. She jumped slightly as he gently touched the sensitive area between her nose and upper lips and slid it down to her mouth.

She felt the softness and warmth of human flesh but a vibration that could only be mechanical. The effect on her lips was like a very mild electric shock. His finger slid down to her already erect nipples. The same. She wondered how it would feel applied to her...

"OH MYGOD"

He had moved her hands away from their work at her pussy (taking care to lick each fragrant digit clean) and lightly applied his own augmented finger to her clitoris. Waves of pleasure rippled out from her pussy and up her body. He combined a light touch with circular motion on her swollen clit, then lightly brushed her inner labia, dipped his finger tip inside her and, freshly lubricated, went back to her clit again. 

She felt his weight shift as he moved up the bed towards her head. Blindly she reached out until she found his cock, hot, hard and in need off attention. 

She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft and then popped the bulbous end into her mouth. She sucked half his length into her, massaging him in her mouth and 

lightly stroking his balls. She paused, letting him stand free for a moment. 

"I like to see what I'm eating." 

She pulled off the improvised blindfold and reapplied herself to his erection. He pulled the toy off his wrist and plunged his two middle fingers into her now soaking wet, almost dripping, pussy.

He thrust, plunged, stirred and stroked at her inner flesh drawing a flood of fragrant nectar from her. She suckled on his hard, hot cock, massaging what she couldn't get into her mouth, stroking his balls while her tongue worked at him. She paused again. 

"Will...you ...fuck...me...NOW?"

She pushed him on his back and straddled his waist. Grabbing his erection by the base she positioned her soaking, yearning, oh so empty pussy above him and in one movement impaled herself on his almost supernaturally hard flesh taking him into her body, right to the hilt. She paused for a moment and then, with him deep in side her, began gyrating her hips, slowly, randomly changing direction.

She leaned forward, letting some of his cock free but bringing her breasts within reach of his mouth, reveling in the astonishing amount of moisture oozing from the junction of their bodies.. He engulfed first one nipple .then the other, sucking hard and drawing them to their ultimate state of erection, vacuuming most of each breast into his mouth and massaging the tips with his tongue. His hands weren't idle either. He reached round under her buttocks and, as he slid in and out of her, massaging her clit and engorged labia.

With one massive thrust he rolled her over onto her back and maneuvered her legs so that they were held back and wide by his arms as they supported his body high enough that sh could reach between them and rub at her clit as he pounded his whole his whole length into her, almost withdrawing completely on each outstroke and then embedding himself to the hilt.

Her deep breathes became gasps and then cries.

"Aaaaaah...Fuuuuck...YES!!"

Her whole body spasmed as she climaxed. gradually reducing to twitching as the aftershocks rippled through her He slowed his thrusts and let her get her breath back a little as he took the time to look down and enjoy the sight of his glistening, engorged organ sliding in and out of her. Gradually he sped up again and soon felt the familiar itching in his cock signaling imminent orgasm.

"Oh... FUCK!"

He exploded deep into her, filling her to the brim with hot spunk. Finally he slowed his thrusts and gave little resistance as it was his turn to be rolled onto his back. She positioned herself over him again allowing the cocktail of semen and pussy juice to drip from her onto his slowly deflating penis. She sat to one side and took the ooze covered object of her desires in one hand. She leaned towards it.

"Yum, yum. Now, how soon can I get you ready for round two?"

With that she took him into her mouth and savoured the taste of their mingled juices before swallowing them down...



Balcony



I am standing on the balcony watching the sky as the clouds start moving quickly turning black causing the day to look like night. The skies open up and it begins to pour so hard you can hear the rain beating off the street below.

You walk up behind me and wrap your arms around me underneath mine to embrace me in your arms your hands slide down to the edge of my shirt and swiftly under pulling your hands up over my body to my breasts.

Your hands squeeze around my bra and your finger tips touching the part of my breasts that you can see in my bra you squeeze hard enough that I can see your fingers indent in my breasts. You release slightly and pull down on my bra to expose my nipples to the cool air from the hard rain. My nipples instantly stand at full attention both from the air and the shock factor that I am standing on the balcony with my breasts out.

You pull my shirt up over my head and unhook my bra leaving me topless exposed if anyone were looking up and knew to look they could see me. Your hands glide around my waist and you pull my pants down to where I can step out of them. 

Without saying a word you guide me to the railing. I grip on and arch my back as far as I can to push my ass and pussy up in the air. You take your finger nail and run it from the back of my neck which makes me shiver and my nipples harden again down my back over my ass and around my lips and inside my pussy and back up and around the other ass check. You circle back down and your finger glide back and forth over my clit only long enough to know you are there but not long enough to let me feel full release. 

You move your finger back up over my ass and rest it on the right cheek bracing me. Your left hand swiftly draws back and slaps my left ass cheek . I gasp out loud more in shock for not expecting it. You rub my pink cheek and swiftly slap it again all the while grasping my right cheek to hold me in place. You rub my left cheek again and draw back once more and slap me again. I gasp again this time from the slight pain and moan a little as you rub the pain out.

You take your left hand and steady my ass and slide your hard cock as quickly and as deeply as possible. I gasp out again at the quick entrance you've made into my pussy as you pull out I squeeze to tighten my grip on your cock. You draw out and slide back in side me harder and hard making me feel your length feel how hard you are.

You draw out and I can feel as you take the tip of your cock and slide it around my clit putting my juice all over me. You place your hand on my wrist and again without a word you guide me to the floor. You have me lay on my back and you kneel between my open legs you take your tongue and lick from my knee down to my exposed pussy. Your breath reaching my clit before your tongue feeling making me whimper as your tongue and teeth connect with my clit. I gasp and lay there while you eat as if you've bee starved for days. Groaning at how I taste as I moan and squirm to the feel on your tongue and lips on my clit I until I've had enough and I cum. 

You finish licking my pussy and roll me over on my back. You place my arms under my head like a pillow and slightly raise my ass and arch my back. I'm not fully off the ground but there is enough space between my pussy and the ground to place your knee if needed. Leaving me in this position you proceed to slap my right ass cheek the same as you did the left stopping to rub the pink area to take away some of the sting, leaving me to gasp as you slap me each time. 

The last slap comes down with a hard crack in timing with the brightest lightning bolt and I cry out in the thunder revealing my breaking point has been reached. You rub my cheek and then slide your cock inside me and proceed to take me gliding in and out of my pussy not stopping.

I continue to stay in this position and arch my back as far as I can pushing back to meet your thrusts and squeezing your cock as you draw back out only to enter me again and again until you breathing quickens and your cock hardens and you cum. 

We both collapse and you pull me back into your arms on the floor of the balcony the rain still pouring.



Balcony Breakfast



It was going to be a beautiful day, the sun was streaming in through the window of our hotel room and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I squirmed with pleasure at the thought of a whole weekend away in the sun with my lover. I put out a hand and found that he wasn’t in bed beside me, where was that man? I sat up and slipped on my burgundy silk robe to cover the nakedness in which I had slept.

There was movement out on the balcony and I stepped out into the morning sun. He had laid out breakfast for us and was sitting at the table in his boxer shorts waiting for me. I smiled as I looked at his fit body, my mind wandering back to the heat of our passion last night. I felt myself grow wet at the thought. Damn this man was sexy.

I sat down at the table in my robe and began to eat breakfast. As I moved I could feel my robe begin to slip a little. This gave me some very dirty thoughts.  I crossed my long brown legs, showing a lot of thigh. I could tell he was appreciating the view. I brushed away crumbs from the croissant I was eating which had fallen onto my chest. His gaze followed my hand and hovered over my erect nipples which were protruding through the thin fabric. I so loved to tease a man.

As I reached for yoghurt the robe slipped from one shoulder, revealing more flesh. His eyes didn’t leave my body for an instant. I was getting really horny now, I had always had a thing for sex in the air and a balcony was one of my favourite fantasies. I loved the thought that anyone in the surrounding hotels could look across and see us sitting there. I uncrossed and crossed my legs, causing my robe to fall away from my thighs even more, revealing my thin strip of pubic hair. I could see his erection bulging inside his boxers as if it was trying to escape its restraints.

Looking into his eyes I took a spoonful of yoghurt and ‘accidentally’ dropped it down inside the front of my robe. ‘Oh, silly me!’ I said, sliding the robe from one shoulder and revealing my breast which was now covered in yoghurt. My lover grinned and needed no further prompting to come over and began to lick the yogurt from my breast. I sighed with contentment and allowed my robe to fall open completely. 

I could feel his tongue busy on my nipple and the sun on my skin. I was in heaven; it was my fantasy come true. I opened my legs for his roaming hand and he ran his fingers over my throbbing clit. He massaged slowly making me so wet and horny that I needed his tongue down there. I reached for the yoghurt pot and tipped some over my mound. He kneeled before me and buried his head in my pussy, licking the yoghurt away from my lips and clit. This man knew how to treat a girl.

Looking over at the opposite hotel I became aware of a lone male figure standing on a balcony. I thought he might be watching. The two hotels were built very close together and if he was watching I was going to put on a good show for him.  I ran my hands over my breasts and played with my nipples. I glanced across, he was still there and he was definitely watching. He had moved closer to the rail of his balcony. These hotels really were built close together.

I lifted my lovers head from between my legs and told him to drop his boxers. I poured the last of the yoghurt over his erection and began to run my tongue up and down the shaft, slowly licking it clean. I moved one hand down to his balls and squeezed them gently, making him gasp. I love to suck cock and wanted to show him just what I could do. I took his swollen tip into my mouth and sucked gently, running my tongue over his slit tasting his precum. I worked his cock and balls with my hands while taking him deep into my mouth.

I paused to look up at him; he had his eyes closed in ecstasy so I glanced across to our audience. I could see his arm moving rhythmically; he was wanking while he watched my show. I shrugged away the robe which was hanging from my arms, enjoying the feeling of being totally naked in the sunshine. I turned my body slightly while pleasuring my lover so that my audience could have a better view of the action. It felt so good to know I was being watched like that.

I parted my legs as I licked and sucked the hot man I had in front of me and began to rub my clit. I was so hot and horny; I knew I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this until I would just have to cum. From the way my lover’s balls were growing tight I knew he felt the same. ‘Fuck me’ I commanded.

He needed no further encouragement to bend me over the chair and sink his cock deep inside me. He fucked me hard and fast, his balls slapping against me with every stroke. One hand was pulling my hair and the other was round my waist rubbing my clit. The sensation of being fucked in the sunshine was so intense and heightened more by knowing that at least one other person was getting off by watching us. 

As my orgasm hit my screams echoed around the buildings. Within seconds my lover pumped his hot cum into me, filling me to overflowing. I was gasping and breathless, with cum running down my legs but couldn’t resist looking over to my audience once more. I was rewarded by seeing a pump of cum shooting from between the balcony railings, glinting in the sunlight. I took that to be my applause and headed for the shower. That had been a very good way to start the day and I wondered what else we could get up to during our weekend together.



Balcony by Her



What a fantastic view. Five floors up in a swanky hotel, standing on the balcony as the sun sets and the street lights come on below. It's a beautiful summers evening and I am enjoying the warm breeze as it plays with my hair and rustles my dress. Its just a simple little summer dress but I always feel so sexy in it. Maybe its because I know he likes it or maybe its because I am naked beneath it. I wonder what it would be like to make love, right here on the balcony where any one can look up and see us. I have often fantasised about having sex in public but have always been too scared to actually do it. This balcony would be perfect though. The people below couldn't really recognise me but they would be able to see a naked girl up here with her man. I am getting moist just at the thought of it.

He's behind me. I can sense it. He's not making a sound but I know he is there. He's watching me. He has told me before how he likes the light to come through my dress, showing the outline of my body. 

I feel his breath on my neck. God, I just melt when he does that. My body trembles a little and a sigh escapes me as I think about him fucking me out here. I look down and see all the people rushing past on the street below. If one of them looked up now, could they see the lust in my eyes? 

I arch my back, I want to feel him but he keeps the gap between us as his breath moves down my neck. 

I can see his hands as they cup my shoulders, I can feel them on my skin, even though there must be an inch between us. It's like two magnets being pulled together. 

God I love this man. He always knows what to do and when to do it. Every day is a surprise and everyday I love him more. I tremble again, like a shiver down my spine and my hands twist into fists as my tummy and my pussy seem to share electricity. 

Those kisses to my neck are really getting me damp, I can feel my pussy squeezing, my boobs swelling. I feel the strap of my dress slip from my shoulder, replaced with his hot lips. If the other one falls, my dress will drop to the floor. Will he do it, Will he stand me here naked, let me be inspected by anyone who wants to look? 

A small orgasm hits me, then another as I feel him take the other strap in his hand.

He stops, just stands behind me. He wants me to feel everything, he always wants that. He knows I love the anticipation, the fear. I stand up straight and look out over the city, too scared to look down in case someone is watching me, in case I catch their eye just as my dress falls.

I feel part of the strap fall on my shoulder and I gasp, the dress doesn't fall though. Maybe its my bullet hard nipples that are holding it up? It falls.

The cotton sliding down my body feels like a soft caress bringing up goose bumps all over me. The fresh air bringing a sensation I find hard to describe. Not just a sensation on the skin, more like a door opening in my mind and a new range of pleasures being opened to me and a sense of freedom to enjoy them. 

I dare myself to look down and see if anyone is watching me. A woman walking arm in arm with her man glances up and our eyes meet. There is no shock in her eyes, just a smile on her face. A shiver of excitement goes through me.

I push back into him and he takes me in his arms, kissing my neck and stroking me all over. I am watching the woman lead her man over to a bench and then point up at me. Just then he grasps my head and turns it to kiss me on my lips. I am shaking with excitement and dripping wet. I can't believe I am in the open air, naked, about to be fucked with two strangers watching.

Sparks fly off my pussy as he runs his finger up my sopping slit, I love my own taste and greedily lick at the fingers he offers to my mouth. Feeling them in my mouth and my pussy at the same time it seems.

His hands are all over me but he doesn't touch any of the places I am desperate for him to. My pussy throbs and my nipples ache for him. He has my breasts in his hands driving me insane. I try to get my nipple in his hand but he is playing games with me. This is why I love him so fuckin much. He draws every second out of every experience.

Pulling my hips back he has his hard cock against me, grinding against me with it. God I love that cock. It is a thing of beauty to look at, smooth and hard with a taste that makes me wet just to think about. I love to feel it inside me, down my throat or in my bum and my pussy must have been tailor made for him. Just to see it, dream about it, touch it, drives me wild with lust. I want to suck it all the time and worship it with my whole mind and body. I can't believe I found a man like this.

Fuck. Oh god his tongue is licking my bum hole. Fucking hell. I want to cum. He's pushing it inside. 

He moves lower, I can't stop myself grinding back on his face. If people can here my moans I don't care, my whole mind is centred at my pussy as he sucks my lips and pushes his tongue in me. Slowly he is moving towards my clit. I know I could squirt in his mouth as soon as he touches it but I am not allowed. One of the rules is I must always ask before I cum and I know he won't let me yet. I have to really concentrate on not cuming as he traps my clit with his lips and starts sucking and biting on it. I want to scream and cum on his face but then he is gone. 

His fingers fill me, I have to fuck them, I can't help it. I push back and grind my hips trying to get them all in me. I bring my own hand down to play with myself but he is not having that.

Next thing I am down on my knees in front of him. Still shaking from being so close to orgasm I fumble for his cock. 

I want it in my mouth, I want to see the look on his face as I suck it, but I can tease as well.

I hold him in my hand as I look up to see the lust in his eyes and flick out my tongue to taste him. I adore worshiping his cock and I know all the things he likes me to do. He pulls my hair to get deep inside my mouth and I relax my throat as he pushes in. What a shared feeling of trust and power we have. He reaches for my breasts, my nipples are rock hard as he pinches them, using them to lift me up and spin me round. At last he is going to fuck me. It must be time for me to cum soon, my whole body is on fire.

He's at my entrance, I can feel him just stretching my muscle a little. I push back but he holds me. Then suddenly he is inside me. My pussy spasms around him sending waves of pleasure through me. He drives in as deep as he can and my pussy squeezes again. I have to ask him for permission but I can't find a breath as he keeps fucking me slow and deep.

My body stiffens, my back arches and my pussy tightens just as he pulls out and smacks me on the bum hard. I was going to cum and he knew it. Another slap to my pussy and I remember it is always more fun to do things his way.

I feel like his slut. His wonderful, liberated little slut. As his spit lands on my bum and his fingers push on my hole I can hardly believe how far I have come on this journey. Only a few months ago I was so shy I wouldn't kiss him in public. And now I am naked on a balcony with his finger up my bum. 

He told me it might take a few months of training to enjoy anal sex but I loved it from the first time he touched me there. I love his cock up there and his fingers in my pussy. I wish he had two cocks so he could fuck me in both holes at once. 

I know I can trust him, I know he will be gentle at first and he is, as he eases himself in slowly. My anus is stretching to let him in and I can feel him on the top of my pussy wall. Its sort of like having my pussy fucked from the outside, if that makes sense.

I need him to play with my pussy and he does, I am screaming the place down, racing towards my orgasm. The thought of what we are doing being as exciting to me as actually doing it. 

My beautiful man is fucking me in the arse and the whole city could be watching. His little slut lets him fuck her in public and she loves it and I make sure he knows.

My legs start to buckle as his fingers force there way up my pussy. Having that feeling of being so full of him is amazing.

I could cry when he breaks contact and the next thing I know I am on my knees again. His cock has just been in my bum but I waste no time in taking it in to my mouth. I gag as it goes in and then I am spun round and he is deep in my pussy. Pulling my hair back and riding me hard I can't help but scream at him to fuck me. He slaps my bum and I know I will be allowed to cum this time as I beg him to please let me. 

I am so close, I know this will be one of the strongest orgasms of my life and I can feel an avalanche of pleasure about to roll over me. 

He pulls my face round and I open my eyes. As they lock on the woman on the bench I almost lose consciousness as the avalanche hits.

My toes curl and my feet spasm, my legs turn to quivering jelly, my thighs start to shake. My back tries to bend double and my breasts swell to bursting as I trust them out. The heat is rising from my pussy, turning my tummy in knots and spreading a red blush over my chest and neck.

The spasms in my pussy are matched in my bum as every muscle in my pelvis contracts and relaxes. My juices are forced out of me and I can feel them running down my leg. I hope the woman can see them. I hope she knows how much my man can make me cum. 

It all keeps coming, more intense than I could ever have imagined. Its like I am going into shock, I am shaking and sobbing with the pure joy of my orgasm. Gratitude for the way he has helped me again to try something I needed to do, without ever having to tell him that I needed it, floods me. 

I have to fall back in his arms, I don't have the strength to stand. I open an eye in time to see the woman and her man give me a smile before she leads him off. I wonder what she has to look forward to tonight.

As he picks me up and carries me to bed all I need to make the night complete is to say thank you to him by sucking the load from his swollen balls and swallowing every drop of his special seed.



Balcony by Him



She knows I am behind her, she doesn't turn to look. I see the little wisps of hair on the nape of her neck bristle as I get closer. I don't touch her, just move very close and lean my face in enough to catch a hint of her perfume. As my breath falls on her, she lets out the smallest of gasps and I feel her body stiffen and tremble slightly. God I love her, she makes me feel like the most powerful man alive. 

My breath travels slowly down her neck and on to her shoulder as she tries to push her body back into mine. I move enough to keep a small gap between us, I don't want to touch her yet.

My hands, an inch from her shoulders, can feel her energy like an electrical current the closer I bring them to her skin the more I can feel it running through my body and the more I can see its effect on hers. 

Gently, as if it where impossible to move more quickly, I trace down the length of her arms. The small blond hairs raising themselves as if they were iron filings being pulled towards a magnet. 

Her palms open her fingers arching backwards before clenching as another small tremble goes through her body.

She knows I like this dress, not the most expensive one she owns, not the shortest or the most revealing, but for me, she can never look more beautiful than in this dress. Just hinting at the charms within it. The straps simply tied at the top of the shoulders giving her a vulnerability that always makes my pulse quicken. 

My mouth is millimetres from the back of her ear, the heat of it melting her. As softly as I can my lips make just the briefest of contacts with her neck, another tremble and a gasp betraying her pleasure. I work my way down, my breath, my tongue and my lips responding to her bodies reactions. One strap is pushed off her shoulder by my cheek, the other I take in my hand. As we stand on the balcony of our hotel room she knows she is about to be displayed to the whole city spread out beneath us.

I stand up straight behind her and pause for a few seconds. There is so much pleasure in anticipation and I want her to experience everything.

With just the slightest of pulls her dress will drop to the floor. Although the crowds leaving the theatres below maybe a little too far away to make out her face, they will be in no doubt about her nakedness and she will feel just as exposed and just as thrilled as if she was down there amongst them.

Slowly I pull on the strap, the knot loosening as I do. I feel her tense, her breasts pushing upwards as though they were proudly ready to meet the night air. The bow comes undone in my hand and I let one end fall, I hold the other for just a couple of seconds more, to prolong the sweet agony and then the dress falls. 

The goosebumps on her breasts and the swelling of her already hard nipples confirm her excitement and she tries to push back against me again. This time as she does I put my arms round her and pull her close to me. Her body is trembling and squirming against me as I run my hands all over her. I kiss her neck, not gently this time but with all the passion in me, before I turn her head back to kiss her lips. My hands roam down her thighs and back up over her stomach before moving around her and over her bum. With just a slight pressure and only for a split second I glance my hand over her mound and then move them up to lightly trace fingers under her breasts.

We are both crazy with lust as I slide my hand down between her legs again, dipping my finger into her slit and bringing my fingers up to her mouth. I adore her taste and worship her pussy whenever I can and I know tasting her own sweet juice is a turn on for her as well.

I am so hard, I always am when I am with her, just a glimpse of the sun shining through her dress or the glint in her eyes when she is thinking about our next game is enough, but for now I want to take things slowly.

With one arm around her waist I gently push on her back, bending her over the rail. Now she has a view down five floors. I run the tips of my fingers down her spine and back up her sides, brushing the bottom of her breasts. Circling round them with my fingers I move closer to her nipples. She tries to wriggle them into my hands, desperate for me to pinch them, sighing as I move my attention to her hips instead. Gripping her tightly I pull her bum back against me, letting her feel the hardness in my trousers, letting her rub herself against me. I pull back and suddenly drop to my knees and push my tongue between her cheeks and right on to her little starfish. I make my tongue hard at the end and stab at her with it. She is grinding herself on my mouth as my tongue starts to enter her a little, forcing a cry of pleasure from her.

I move lower, just sucking and licking that little space between her bud and her pussy before circling her lips and taking one gently in to my sucking mouth. After doing the same to the other side I start to open her up with my tongue. Slowly starting on the inside of her lips and moving a little closer each time. Her taste is driving me wild and I try to get to more and more of her pussy with my licking and sucking. I pull back just to look. I love the site of her red swollen lips, the juice shining in the light from the room behind me. I want that clit in my mouth so I dip my head again. I start to gently suck and lick my way along her pussy until I can feel her hard little clit in between my lips. I suck it as far as I can into my mouth,closing my lips around it. Gently I bring my teeth down to trap it as her legs almost buckle.

I stand up again, bring my hand up to cup her pussy before pushing two fingers into her soaking hot cunt.

I know she has been having small orgasms all the way through the night but I can tell there is a big one coming very soon. She is bumping back on my fingers and leaving the people in the adjacent rooms with little doubt about the fact the she is enjoying it. Sometimes I let her cum, sometimes I don't, now I decide to make her wait. She hates me when I do that but screams her thanks when I do eventually let her cum as it is so much more intense. Tonight I want the whole street to hear her.

She brings her own hand round to try and replace the void left by my fingers but I just pull her down on to her knees. I need some attention and she wastes no time undoing my trousers and releasing my hardness. She knows how to tease as well as I do and although I am desperate for her to take me into her mouth, she just looks up at me and licks her lips. Like a snake she flicks out her tongue at the end of my knob. Just catching the underside where it is most sensitive. Gripping me with one hand she starts to flick and lick up one side of my cock and then round to the other. Never touching the tip, just teasing me the way I did to her. She lifts my cock up towards my belly button and starts on the underside. Going down to my balls and gently sucking them into her mouth. Licking underneath them and down to my arse is heaven and is something she knows I love.

Licking back up my shaft she plunges down on me, I can even feel the muscle give as I enter her throat. With all of me in her mouth she sucks and bobs and licks while cupping my balls in her hand. I grab a handful of her hair and use my grip on her to guide her to where I want her to be and how fast she should fuck me with her mouth. 

I reach down to play with her nipples, twisting them with my fingers, then pulling on them to lift her to her feet, spinning her round and bending her over the rail again. My cock is slick with her saliva and as I slide it between her pussy lips it is soon soaked with her juices too. I take the tip and just nudge her entrance. She tries to push back against me and force me into her but I hold her tightly by the hips. I wait for her to stand still before driving myself deep inside her. She gasps and squeals and I feel her muscles contract around my cock. I pull her back against me as hard as I can, moving my hips to get as deep inside her as I can. I feel her pussy squeezing and sucking on me and her whole body tense.

I pull out and give her a smack on the arse. She knows she has to ask if she wants to cum and she knows its not time yet so I give her pussy a little slap aswell.

The height of the rail on the balcony means her bum is pointed perfectly for her little starfish to be winking at me, so I pull her cheeks apart and spit right on it, with the tip of my finger I circle her with the saliva and then spit again so I can slip my finger up her bum. I feel her tense and then relax. She loves to be fucked up the arse and dreams of double penetration, although she is a little too scared to try it yet. My wet finger slides easily in to her and I can feel the wall of her pussy from the other side. 

I slowly start to rotate my finger, stretching her anus a little with each turn. I can feel her working her hips against me and she starts grinding them hard as I start to play with her clit at the same time. 

I take my finger out and replace it with the tip of my cock, slowly easing it in an inch at a time, waiting for her anus to relax before pushing in some more. I reach my arms round her and take a breast in one hand and with the other I start to stroke her clit. Matching the rhythm of my fingers to the speed of my cock in her arse. 

She is being really vocal now, begging me to fuck her harder, to fuck her tight little arse, to fill her with my cum. I give her pussy a slap with my hand, just to remind her that I decide when she cums and then I pull out. Grabbing her hair I pull her over to suck my cock and push in until she gags a little. I stand her up and bend her over and slam myself right into her pussy again. Still holding her hair I start to fuck her hard. A hard slap on her arse to remind her and she is screaming for me to please let her cum.

I try to make her hold off as long as she can though before I finally say yes. I reach round and take a breast in each hand, lean over her so I can see down from the balcony as well. I see a couple sitting on a bench across the street and they are looking at us. A thrill runs through me to know we are being watched and I wonder if she knows they are there. 

She has her eyes closed, lost in her own world for a minute. She is about to explode, I can feel every part of her body preparing for a massive orgasm. I pull her head round in the right direction and tell her to open her eyes. She seems to lock stares with the woman across the street and then she bursts on to my cock. Her pussy goes into spasms that just grip me so hard it almost hurts and she squirts a stream of juice all over me and onto the floor. Her body is shaking uncontrollably and she is almost sobbing from the ecstasy rushing through her body. She is cumming and cumming and crying out until she finally goes limp in my arms. Small sobs and shivers still run through her. 

Once she has recovered a little I catch her looking to see if the couple are still watching and can't help but notice the smile on her face when she see's they are. The woman smiles and takes her man by the hand and leads him home.

I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom. Later I will find out more about what turns her on and what she fantasises about. I promised to help her explore everything she has ever dreamed of and we have only just begun.



Balcony Exposure



Nothing was going right today. I woke up late this morning so I was a half hour late to work. I work as a customer service rep, so my days on the phone always suck – people call me to complain and yell, so the odds of my day looking up were doomed. This could have been about my worst day of the year.

Since I was late coming in, I also had to stay late, which messed up my day even more. I went to take a different bus route home, but at least I knew the route. Standing at the bus stop, I did nothing but complain to myself about everything in life, dragging my spirits further down. There was no way in hell this day could get have anything good happen in it.

Trying to improve my mood, I started people-watching. Maybe making fun of people in my head would make my life seem less sucky. There were very few people at my bus stop today since I was going home so late. I tried looking around at the buildings near us, and right next to me there was an empty office building with 'For Lease' signs on all the windows. I was surprised to see two people walk up the the front door, unlock it, and walk in. The guy that looked like a real estate agent locked up behind them.

As I ran through the possibilities of what kind of place could be opening up there, my train of thought was interrupted when I heard the door to the balcony one floor up open. There wasn't much of a balcony, more like just a space for flower pots or something. But I heard their voices, and looked up to see them looking out at the skyline.

FINALLY! The one good thing to happen to me today! The agent was showing the building to a lovely young lady, maybe early 30's, and filling out her skirt suit quite nicely. Not some skinny twig of a lady, but some nice curves to accentuate her assets. A light breeze was moving the bottom of her skirt, which was loosely bunching around her knees.

As I looked up, the wind gusted just right, poofing up her skirt at just the right angle for me to see all the way up. Only about four feet above my head, I could not miss the fact that she was not wearing underwear. Her legs slightly spread, I caught a clear view of a small patch of pubic hair just above the folds of skin of her pussy.

Instantly forgetting whatever was in my mind before, my eyes were glued to this shapely beauty right above my head. I could clearly hear them talking now.

"Well, I don't know, I think this just isn't for me" she said. "The price is a little higher than I want, the building has a weird layout, and I really can't see my company moving in here."

The agent's face fell, his disappointment showing clearly. "Look Mary, I emailed you all the information on this building, a dozen pictures, and the price requirements. Are you really sure you can't do this? How about if we drop the price a little?"

Mary shook her head. "No, it's really too much for us, Mark. It's twice as big as we need, and we can't afford the extra space that we will never use. Besides, it's further away than I thought it would be."

Now the agent looked upset. "So you are telling me that this trip was a total waste of time. For both of us."

The wind shifted, and Mary's skirt fell. Just then, Mary looked down and saw me staring at her. Her face blushed beet red as she backed up a step and turned to face Mark. "Oh my! That pervert down there was staring up my skirt!"

He looked down at me and laughed. "And why shouldn't he? He's got a hell of a view. If I was in his place, I would be staring too!"

"MARK!" she gasped. "After all this time we have been working together, I have never heard you say anything like that. What the hell has got into you?"

He went forward to the railing, leaning on it and starting off into space. "It's simple really. Ever since the first day you came into my office, I thought you were beautiful, and have wanted more than a work relationship. But I knew nothing would ever happen with me as your agent. You wouldn't trust me, and I would get fired if anyone found out. But I gave my 2-week notice yesterday, so I'm leaving, so now I don't care anymore."

She looked shocked again. "You should have said something! I got out of a bad relationship a few months ago. I don't want a relationship, but I sure could use a good fuck. If I go any longer without some dick, I'm afraid I will forget what to do with it." 

They both knew I was still there, watching and listening. What the hell, I thought, I can say something, it's not like I will ever see them again. "HEY!" I yelled up at them. They both looked down at me. "You both want to fuck, and I would really love to see you do it. And right now too!"

They looked at me, then at each other, then back at me. Their eyes wide open, incredulous that I would be saying this. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my bus coming. Screw it, this was more important, the next one will come along eventually.

Desperate to convince them, I continued "You will never see anyone here again, you both want each other, and no commitment issues. Besides, it's so intense when you do it in public, you have to experience it."

Neither of them said anything, so I continued, crossing my fingers. "Mary, stand closer to the railing" I told her, expecting attitude. No way! She was moving forward. Was this really going to happen? My brain churned to find something else to say.

"OK, just a little more. Ya, there you go. Now grab ahold of the railing with both hands. Perfect! OK, now Mark. You come around behind her. A little closer. Now kneel down. Now hold onto Mary's ankles. Now slide your hands up her legs slowly. No, don't stop there, push her skirt up as your hands move."

Mary saw where this was going now, and stood straight up. "Mark, what the hell are you doing. Stop it right now!"

Embarrassed, he stopped and leaned back on his heels.

Dammit, this has to get back on track. "Mary, what's wrong? Why did you stop him?"

"This is not gonna happen, we are out in the wide open! And I am not some sleazy bimbo to be ordered around!" she barked at me, but the glow in her cheeks told me that she wasn't really sure she wanted this to stop.

"Mary, come on" I begged. "It's like I just said. You both want each other, and you will probably never see each other again. You will most likely never see me again. No one here knows you, and this is your one chance to get a bit kinky with no regrets. Let yourself get a bit wild – trust me, you will thank me for this later."

She thought about this for a second, her arms crossed over her chest. Then she smiled. "Allright, Mr. Stranger, you're on. Tell me how it's gonna be. We can be your puppets for a little while."

"First things first. Mary, take off your suit jacket and toss in on the floor behind you. Good. Now spread your legs a little more and lean over on the railing again. Yes, Mark, I see you grinning like a fool. Get back on your knees and get your hands on Mary's legs again. There you go. Now move your hands up to her waist, and push her skirt up all the way too. Slower, slower. Yeah, there ya go."

Her eyes drifted closed as she rolled her head backwards. Biting her lower lip in anticipation, I could see from here that she was breathing deeper now. She thrust her chest forward, breast pointed towards the sky. As Mark slowly worked her skirt up over her ass, the cool air greeting her hot wet pussy, she gasped and moaned a little. I could see from here her lips were swollen and glistening.

"Move your legs wider, let me see you better." I commanded.

She moved her legs a few inches wider as Mark's hands caressed her ass. Her cheeks were burning red from embarrassment. "No, I can't do it." She whispered and started to bring her feet together.

"Mark, quickly, her clit!" I yelled.

His hand shot between her legs from behind, pushing between her lips to find her clit. He started rubbing her button, and she froze. As he played with her sex, she started to relax. Her fingers were turning white she was grabbing so tightly to the railing.

"Mary, your left hand, take it off the rail and rub your breast. Let me see you tease your nipples."

Seeming not to hear me, she didn't move at first. Then slowly she released her grasp and grabbed her left breast. Squeezing hard, she let out a high-pitched squeal that turned into a moan. "Ooooohhh yes.... more, Mark, I love it."

"Mark, don't let her go, but turn around and sit down. Put your head between her legs and taste her. Mary, give him some room. There you go... Yes... Push your pussy into his face. Fuck his mouth."

Mary lost what little shyness remained and spread her legs wide, squatting down, pushing Mark flat on his back. Holding onto the railing with both hands, she ground her pussy on him.

No room for his fingers, Mark took her ass in both hands, spreading her open to get more on his face. I couldn't see half of his head anymore, it was buried so deep between her legs. The look on her face and her sounds were enough to make my cock rock hard, straining to burst through the front of my slacks.

Mark's hands appeared on her sides, moving up her body. Finding her breasts, he squeezed them together, kneading them for all he was worth.

Knowing she could no longer speak properly, I told him "Hey, you can feel them better if her shirt was unbuttoned."

He fumbled with a few, but she wanted it off too. Her hands moved, and her shirt was suddenly pulled off, and dropped back off of her arms. Mark yanked at her shoulders, pulling down the bra straps, setting her breasts free. For the brief moment I could see them, they were still bouncing from their efforts. A perfect pair of C-cups, which were quickly covered by his hands

She was starting to rock her hips on his face, her moaning turning into grunts as she neared her peak. This could not end so fast! Abruptly, I called up "Mary, get off his face and return the favor. I want to see his cock buried in your mouth."

Not moving, she totally ignored me, but Mark was interested. He pushed up on her ass as she struggled to sit back down on him. "NO" she cried "I'm so close!"

His face shining with her moisture, Mark jumped up on his feet, threw off his shirt and dropped his pants, revealing his throbbing cock. It was average sized, maybe six inches long, but standing straight up, bouncing slightly as the blood rushed to the growing purple head. Mary didn't move from her squat, but turned her head to him. She opened her mouth and almost jumped forward, impaling herself on his cock, burying her nose in his stomach.

Letting her knees hit the floor, she pulled back her head and took him in her hands, stroking his cock and holding his balls. She looked like a porn star, stroking his rod as she bobbed her head up and down the top half of his shaft.

Mary stopped after only a few minutes of muted sucking. "I need you inside me. Fuck me, NOW" she gasped as she stared into his face.

Standing up, she grabbed the railing again, bending over so her back was flat and her ass pointed straight at him. Without a word, he held her hips, lined up with her pussy, and slammed forward into her, their legs slapping together.

Her mouth fell open into the shape of an "O" and her eyes bugged open but not seeing. Mark's face was reddening as he slammed into her, fucking her like an animal. I could hear the sounds of their bodies slapping, and even the slight squish sound of his cock bottoming out inside her dripping wet cunt.

Mary's eyes closed and she stopped breathing as her back arched. Squealing in pleasure, she shook with the power of her orgasm. That was the last straw for Mark as his rhythm became erratic. A few last quick thrusts, and he let out a powerful "OOOOHHHHHHHHHH" and squeezed their bodies tightly together.

Her knees almost buckled, but it shook him out of his trance. He stood up straight, pulling his softening cock out of her, tendrils of liquid still joining them together. Walking slowly to the railing, he leaned down on it, resting this head on his arms. Her breathing finally back under control, Mary looked at him and moved her body up, resting on the railing just like him. They whispered something to each other and giggled, both turning to smile at me.

My heart still racing, I looked back and forth between them. "Thank you for that, both of you. That was the best thing to happen to me all year, and you turned my shitty day into something awesome I will remember the rest of my life."

Her cheeks turning red all over again, Mary mumbled something that sounded like 'I will too.'

As she looked away from me, she had a better look at her surroundings. Seeing the shock in her face, I looked around too. There must have been a dozen people all standing behind me, watching with the same lust in their faces that I'm sure was showing in mine.

At the same time, I saw my bus pull up to the curb and open it's door. The driver's jaw dropped as he surveyed the scenery on the balcony, giving me time to pick up my bag and get on board. As the got to my seat, I saw Mark and Mary gather their clothes and run back inside as the gathered crowd clapped and cheered.

A few of the audience members got on the bus and sat a few rows away from me, grinning like fools at what they had just witnessed. Before I knew it, I was at my stop. It had taken me the whole trip to write down everything that had just happened. Even with the crappy start, this is one day that could truly get no better.



Balcony In The Rain



When he got back from the bathroom she was gone. So was the duvet. Slipping the slim package into the pocket of his open robe, Victor went in search of her. 

The sound of downtown traffic on wet roads, its ebb and flow a passable mimic the ocean surf, led him to the living room and the open patio door. She stood on the balcony, wrapped in the down comforter, a newly lit cigarette in her hand.

She turned when she heard him.

“Did you find them?”

“Yep, second drawer, just where I’d put ‘em.”

“I swear, Vicky, if any other man had brought me so far and just stopped I’d have gouged his eyes out.”

“Good thing I’m not him then.”

She took a last drag from her cigarette and flicked the rest of it off the balcony. The glowing cherry was visible for a few floors before being enveloped by the misty rain. 

“Did you put one on then?”

“Oh yeah. No stopping this time.”

He closed the distance and she opened the blanket just long enough to let him in. The brief flash of her naked body beneath made him appreciate all the more just how lucky he was to be there. As she pressed her warm body to him his erection, recently softened during his mad search for condoms, stirred again and pressed itself against her belly. He noted with interest how it was just long enough to tickle itself in the topmost hairs of her mound. Even through the latex he could appreciate the rough and sensual texture. 

Cuddled up against him Rachel’s head barely reached his shoulder. Her short stature served only to accentuate further the curves of her voluptuous body. When she had lamented the large size of her bust and hips he had confessed how, for him, they served to do nothing more than fill his mind with lewd thoughts.

Which is more or less how they’d arrived where they were. 

Seven floors below them the traffic shushed its way along, headlights and taillights visible for only brief moments through the thick mist. The rain had cut short their walk, for which Victor was grateful. They’d already found it difficult to keep their hands to themselves. The excuse of the rain had allowed them to retire to his apartment where nature, as it often will, took its course. 

Rocking gently to some imaginary rhythm Rachael raised her face to his and smiled. Her short, brown hair framed her round face with its pageboy cut. It was cute and sultry, all at once, and he brushed a few fingers through it as their lips met. 

Their tongues discovered each other and they pressed their bodies closer. His cock continued to stir, despite the cool draft from below, and pressed itself a little more insistently against the gentle curve of her stomach. Moving his hips ever so slightly he rubbed the head of his cock against the rough grain of her pubic hairs. She groaned a low chuckle into his mouth and matched his motion with one of her own. 

Tucking an arm between them Victor reached for a breast. The gap allowed a breath of moist air between them and her nipple hardening beneath his touch. Thumbing the areola gently he circled the stiffened point, nudging it on occasion, and dragging his digit across gently enough to let her feel the whorls of his thumbprint in fine detail. She moaned lightly at this but quickly grew impatient. Pressing her chest forward she ground her breast into his hand. Taking this lead he pressed her nipple hard, rubbing it insistently. 

With his remaining free hand he grasped her firm ass and pressed it to him adding further pressure to the cock already rooting around for the top of her mound. Assisted by her hand on her ass she rose up on her feet in vain effort to bring his cock head to its target. 	

She was too short. 

Pulling back briefly from her embrace Victor glanced meaningfully to his left. Following his look Rachel saw what he was hinting at; Victor’s old weather-beaten couch. 

Left over from his college days it served as poor man’s patio furniture on hot summer days when the only thing on his ‘to do’ list was a case of beer and a trashy novel. It was threadbare, overstuffed, and, surprisingly, very comfortable.

Victor drew her down with him as he lay back on the worn cushions. Even over the hush of rain and murmur of traffic the groan of the ancient springs was clearly audible. 

Victor’s robe fell open completely while he lay back and he exulted at the touch of Rachel’s bare skin against his as she bore herself down upon him. Raising herself just long enough to adjust the covers over them both she rewarded him with another brief glimpse of her voluptuous form, barely discernable in the muted streetlight. 

Returning to his arms they resumed their passionate kisses, their tongues fighting a battle to see just who could taste more of whom. Rachel moaned deeply as she felt his cock pinned between them. Grinding her pelvis against him she allowed the shaft of his penis to slip between he pussy’s lips, rubbing up and down it’s length with the head occasionally tickling the tip of her clitoris. The juices of her cunt lathered the underside of his cock, soaking his pubic hair and trickling down to his balls. 

Reach down with both hands Victor grabbed Rachel’s ass, a cheek in each hand, and massaged them roughly, together and apart, grinding her hips to his as he began to thrust with her. His cock slipped smoothly between her pussy lips, a well oiled curved wedge slicing hungrily at her slit. 

Using his arms to advantage Victor reached further between her legs inserting a pair of fingers into her pussy, feeling his own knuckles against the underside of his cock as they probed deeper. Rachel arched her back, pressing back against his fingers and driving them deeper. Her shoulders escaped the edge of the blanket. 

No longer muffled by her lover’s lips Rachel’s moans echoed loud into the night. Self conscious of where they were she clenched her teeth and compressed her voice into a hoarse whisper even as she pushed harder against his fingers, insistently working them in as deep as she could. 

With her back arched Victor was able to lean his head forward and wrap his lips around a nipple, suckling her meaty breast into his mouth and teasing the point with his tongue. Rachel arched her back further, torn between mashing her breast into his hungry mouth and riding his fingers and cock edge. In the end, as the blanket slipped a little further down her back, the cock and fingers won out, and she continued thrusting down into, and onto, Victor’s hands. 

Not willing to lose his prize Victor curled himself forward and resumed his attack upon her nipple, nipping and sucking even as it swayed in and out of his reach. Rachel’s moans grew a little less hoarse, a little more distinct. 

“Oh fuck, Vickie, if I don’t get your cock in me soon I’m gonna fucking scream.” She stage whispered above him. 

“Make sure it’s still on first” he replied, taking the opportunity to switch to her other breast. Her wet nipple, released from his assault, stiffened in the cool night air. 

She leaned back and reached down between them, feeling the condom still intact and securely wrapped. The blanket, almost completely forgotten, slid to her hips. 

As she slid back to clutch his penis Victor’s hands slid from her pussy. His fingers, moist and slippery, slid between her ass cheeks. Bringing one hand around to fondle her free and moistened breast he let the other casually rub against the bud of her anus, smearing her own moist lubrication onto it. 

By the time she realized what he was doing she was too late to stifle her moan and gave up even trying. She closed her eyes and gripped his cock tightly. Thrusting against his wet finger she stroked his cock through the latex.

“Oh, christ, you bastard, how did you know?” she moaned through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t,” he replied smugly, her breast popping from his mouth, “I merely guessed… and hoped.”

“Oh, fuck, good guess.”

With that she rose a little on her knees and guided the head of his penis to it’s destination. With one quick motion she impaled herself on the full length of the shaft. Moaning in earnest she reached behind her and held his fingers, pressing them gently against her ass even as she began to ride the length of his cock. Raising herself, over and over, she allowed her weight to impale herself again and again, gradually increasing the tempo even as she thrust Victor’s fingers against her. 

No longer able to keep her tit in his mouth Victor lay back, still with one hand on a breast and the other pressing insistently into her ass, and began thrusting his hips up to match her every move. Their bodies slapped together with a wet clap at every thrust and Rachel grunted enthusiastically as every penetration drove his cock deep within her. 

Victor’s finger, slick and wet, managed its way into her tiny bud and Rachel felt doubly penetrated. Caught up in the fever of the moment, feeling his large finger in one sensitive hole and his slick cock in another she felt the last of her reserve drop away. The blanket, long forgotten, fell from the couch as she began to mouth every obscenity she knew. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck you sonofabitch you bastard don’t you dare fucking oh christ don’t fucking stop keep fucking me give to me give me that fucking cock you fucker fuck me harder oh fuck harder you fuck me fuckmefuckme…”

Her mantra dissolved into a wordless howl as she came. Clutching her hips to his, thrust against him with all her weight, his cock in as deep as it could possibly go, she came and came. Unable to hold back himself Victor’s cock erupted and filled the condom even as Rachel’s pussy spasmed and clutched at him, trying in vain to draw him in deeper.  

They hung there, suspended by their mutual climax, for what seemed an eternity. 

Coming to their senses they suddenly noticed the cool night air on their bare skins. Aware of how exposed they were they soon realized something else. The sound of the traffic had changed. No longer hushing along in muffled wet tides it now roared clearly, the full sound of tires on pavement. The rain had stopped and the streetlights beamed clearly, fully illuminating them as well as the whole neighborhood.

Then they heard something else. Far in the distance, down on the street, came the sounds of laughter… and applause.



Balcony Interlude



It is a hot and humid night. I am standing on the darkened balcony of my apartment trying to catch an occasional cool breeze. The moon offers the only light. It beams down seemingly caressing me in its warm glow. My white cotton gown clings to my shower damp body showing every curve of my small 5'2" frame. I brush my still wet red hair back and it hangs sleek and long down to where my round little ass begins its soft curve outward.

You are new to town and have just moved in this afternoon. You step out onto your balcony to take a break after unpacking all day and see me. You think I look like a nice little piece and you enjoy the sight of my small round breast straining against the confines of the thin cotton. You linger there in the shadows watching me.

I am aware you are there but pretend not to notice. I saw you when you moved in and something about you aroused something deep inside me. You appealed to me on some deeper level that had never been touched before. Normally I would never do this, but I decide to put on a little show for you. I smile a secret little smile. Since I was going to fantasize about you, it would make it even more erotic to me to know you would be watching me touch myself.

My patio chair is already facing your way. I sit down, lean back and begin to stroke my nipples through the gown. They immediately spring to attention hard and erect. I continue to pinch and roll them between my fingers and begin to become very aroused by this manipulation. 

At first you are not sure what you are seeing. Then you realize I am caressing my nipples and you feel your cock stir as you watch me. You step back deeper into the shadows, but you chuckle to yourself. You are sure I saw you there. You decide to watch a while and see how far I will take this little show.

I unbutton the gown enough to gain access to the eager twins sitting so proudly there atop my pert little breasts. They become even harder as I pinch and roll them. I cup my breast and bring my nipples together and pull them towards my mouth as close as I can get them. My tongue flicks out & wets the sensitive tips. 

Your cock immediately hardens as you see my breast spill out of my gown. You begin to stroke your cock as you watch me lick my nipples. You imagine your hands on those hard little buds, your mouth engulfing the quivering nubs of flesh.

Now my pussy begins to get wet and hot. My clit starts demanding attention. I let go of my tits and leaving them exposed, pull my cotton gown up and spread my legs so I can reach the delicate little toy that controls me. 

A slight noise escapes you as you see my gown pulled up with my legs spread open. Your hand moves faster on your cock as you imagine sliding it into that wet, pink pussy.

My pussy gets hotter and hotter as I rub and tickle my clit. My ass rolls and rocks and I moan in pleasure as hot cum trickles out of my pussy. The moonlight glints on the juices as they drench my exposed thighs.

You have watched as long as you can. You know you have to have me now no matter what the consequences. You look around the inner courtyard of the apartment complex, noting that it is late and all of the windows are dark. Then you see a ladder workmen had left leaning against the building. You give a soft laugh and slip out of your apartment to the patio below. You silently move the ladder against my balcony and quietly climb it and step onto my balcony. 

I am totally unaware you are not my audience any more I am so caught up in the molten lava my pussy has become. I continue to whimper and moan as I rub my clit. 

Your hard-on strains against your shorts as you watch my head roll from side to side and you hear my moans of pleasure. You swiftly and noiselessly move close enough to claim your prize. Now you will take possession of my body.

Suddenly I am aware of hands closing over my tits and kneading and pinching my nipples hard and rough. I gasp and you lean forward kissing my neck.

You whisper "Don't make a sound, baby". Your lips trail down my neck and you use one hand to turn my face towards you so you can kiss my mouth. 

Your grip on me tightens slightly as you murmur in my ear, "Understand right now, you can't tease me without paying for it." 

Then you scoop me up out of the chair & carry me into the apartment. I offer no protest as my head rests against your shoulder. I feel completely safe and complete with you. It just feels natural to be in your arms. 

You lay me on the bed pulling my gown off in the same movement. You stand up gazing down at me. My long red hair is spread across the pillow and my exposed breasts still stand at attention eager for your touch. My pink pussy lips are full and pouty and wet with my cum. 

I am so aroused I thrash mindlessly on the bed waiting for your touch. My whole body burns with longing for you. I spread my legs far apart and raise my pussy towards you, mutely begging for your cock.

You want to grab me right then and plunge your cock into me as hard as you can, but you hold back. "Let me watch you play with your pussy some more", you manage to get out.

I obediently pull apart my pussy lips and expose the wet gleaming gash inside. My clit is so swollen and hard it looks like a tiny cock throbbing and twitching there. 

My fingers tremble as I gently rub across that sensitive little button causing it to twitch even more. I groan as I cum again. My juices are dripping out & running into my butt crack now. 

"Oh baby" I gasp "please take me now, please". 

You cannot hold back any longer hearing me beg you but you pause, asking "Tell me exactly what you want." 

I groan and my head rolls back and forth "You know what I want, give me your cock, ram it hard deep into my pussy, rip me in two with your big hard cock, baby. I need it so bad!" 

You grab me lifting me from the bed as your cock hones in on the wet little gash that is pulling it in. You ram it in clear up to the top of your shaft. It is pulsing deep in me. 

I twitch & thrash impaled on your long rod as I cum once more drenching your cock in my steamy cum. You begin to piston my pussy. You pull nearly all the way out and then ram it hard back into me. My pussy pulses & grips your cock as if it will never let it go. 

You try to hold off as long as you can savoring every velvet fold of the hot liquid tunnel you are encased in. You continue your brutal assault on my pussy ramming me over & over until you can't hold back any longer and you shoot your hot cream deep into my pussy. 

When you are spent you pull your cock out and I eagerly reach for it to lick every drop of our combined cum from it. You collapse on the bed beside me only temporarily satiated. 

You know there are too many delicious places on my body for you to explore to be finished already. But for the moment we both rest and enjoy the peace of release.



Balcony Love!



Now I'll tell you about my next meeting with Joan.

Back at work Joan was a little stand-offish I thought after our experience, and acted differently than I was expecting for the obvious reason, and I felt she had lost interest in me.

The following Saturday she had the day off while I had to work, and one of the items was a proposal I typed for her, so I phoned her and offered to bring it over to her, and she sounded pleased at that and gave me her address and apartment number.

I finished work around 2 PM and it was a very hot day and I was just wearing a tank top, shorts and running shoes. Arriving at her apartment she opened the door for me and invited me in.

Her apartment building was new and on the edge of the city and from her balcony you could see for miles, and as she was on the top floor and at one end, it offered quite a bit of privacy. She was sitting on her balcony where she had colorful Mexican style blankets over the railings that gave her some more privacy.

There was a small table with a sun umbrella over it, where she had a pitcher of cold drinks with ice floating in it and poured me a glass. I sat in one of two lounge chairs where I could lay back to enjoy the juice and she sat in the other.

All she had on was a skimpy top and no bra and her nipples were quite prominent through the material, and a pair of short shorts and was barefooted. She brought up the subject about "the other night," telling me she found me very attractive at which I blushed and admitted that I enjoyed it too.

She smiled at this and said, "I thought you did," and she admitted to being 'gay' since she was in her mid 20's, then modified this by saying "well almost," and told me she much preferred ladies to men for love. I was most embarrassed by her talking like this but glad in a way as it seemed to 'clear the air', and she asked me if I'd ever done anything like that before, and I said I had, but didn't tell her with who. She was leaning back with one foot up by her hip so her knee was in the air as we chatted and my eyes were drawn to her crotch where I could, on occasion with the movement of her leg see her panties.

I found this to be arousing and when she returned she asked if I minded if she got more comfortable as it was 'stifling hot,' and of course I said, "not at all, after all it's your home." She stood up and removed her top and shorts and came and sat next to me in just her panties. "Why don't you get comfortable" she suggested, and helped me off with my top. She was so close to me that I could see little beads of sweat on her upper lip that was replaced by the juice when she took a drink.

Her presence was electrifying and I started to feel my arousal in my panties, her heavy tits suntanned and shining from the suntan oil, her nipples a darker color than mine standing out like two raspberries, where as mine were surrounded by those patches of white from my bikini. She started to rub some suntan lotion on me, her tits bobbing in front of me, her smell was arousing, her sweat and perfume was like a magnet to me. Her rubbing the oil over my skin turned to deliberate caresses of my breasts as she swung her legs up to lie beside me. 

Her mouth found mine, her tongue probing deep inside as her hand caressed my breasts, my nipples hard like granite chips as I kissed her back my hands exploring her back and hips. I have difficulty keeping still when aroused and was squirming beside her, our legs intertwined as her hand found the zipper of my shorts and lying back let her fingers explore my wetness as I gave in to the delights of my femininity. She knew just how to caress her, her hand cupping my vulva then a finger slipping inside gently to stroke me just behind the pubic bone, out to my clit then to outline my dripping wet labia. As she repeated her ministrations I was like a slippery eel groaning and gasping as she brought me 'till I called out and suddenly became still for a moment, her arm holding me 'til my pleasure subsided. 

I kissed her and whispered, "you're a bitch" and roughly pulled her head back by her hair and bit her lips. With my hand free now I could cup and caress her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples while cupping one in my hand, to enjoy the pleasures of her body. I now had the pleasure of caressing her hips and thighs, and pushed her panties down past her knees, then with my foot pushed them off her altogether then did the same with mine. 

Pushing her onto her back I grabbed her by her hair again and pressing my mound to hers, kissing her fiercely as I began to ride her like a man would, our tits slithering against one another, I felt her open her legs further and bring them up along side my body. Her hands found my ass as she pressed her hips up to meet the rhythm of my thrusts as our nether lips embraced one another. The most beautiful feeling rose in both our bodies till like a sunburst we both exploded with the magnitude of our pleasure.

We rested for a few minutes trying to catch our breath and sweating like pigs, I slowly rolled off her and we lay there in each others arms. She was mine now, a wonderful woman who gave me such incredible orgasms, more powerful than anything I'd ever experienced before. One of her thighs between mine with one of mine pressed against her wet pussy we just lay there spent, breathing heavily and perspiring and after a few minutes felt we needed to get some fresh air.

She got up finally to get us fresh drinks, and after handing me mine she sat back on her lounge chair as we took time to enjoy the cold drinks, and watching her lying there naked like that was arousing.

It was still so hot out, there was no breeze making our bodies sweat and shine from it and the oil. After a while and smiling at me she began to rub suntan oil over her own tits, pushing them together and leaning down to kiss her own nipples, then her hands continued down over her tummy to the crevice between her legs. She was smiling at me as I watched her touch herself and finally masturbating, it was awesome and I followed suit, squeezing my own tits and finally fingering my pussy, we watched each other as we finger fucked ourselves.

We took a shower together and washed each other then spent ages trying to get dry in the heat, when she asked me not to get dressed just yet and disappeared into her bedroom and returned with a package wrapped with a bow and smiling handed it to me.

What could I say but "thank you," and opened it to see she'd bought me a lovely silk tap pant and chemise outfit. I immediately tried them on and the silk felt wonderful and cool on my skin, I gave her a hug and a kiss and thanked her and she looked a little sad and I told her I'd like to see her again, and she brightened at this.

This was the first of many such gifts she would buy me, more of which I'll be telling you about later. I got dressed and she cautioned me again about not making it too obvious at work or elsewhere as people would wonder because of our age differences.

I finally got home and of course was late for supper and got hell from my mother for not phoning to tell her I was 'working' with this sales lady on an important proposal at her apartment, and didn't realize how late it was. 

*

Comments from other mature ladies would be most welcome.



Balcony Masturbation



Melissa stepped out onto her apartment balcony in her soft, flannel pajamas and stretched her arms out above her head. She planned out her day in her head. First, she would head to the gym and absolutely punish her body. Then, she would catch a matinee at the local movie theater, where she was sure to have the place to herself, since it would be early on a weekday. She could do some shopping after that, and afterwards she could curl up and watch a movie or read. She felt light and carefree. 

She thought back to the list. It was a list of places she wanted to masturbate. She had always felt a certain excitement about masturbating in the open. She liked to wear clothes that allowed her easy access to her privates and get in a quick rub where she could. She called it "hide the vagina." So she had made a list of places she wanted to masturbate: the beach, an elevator, a taxi or bus, in a car wash, a movie theater, the library, a sauna, a public shower or locker room, and so on. The list was almost two pages long. 

She pulled off her pajama bottoms and sat down on her patio chair in her pink panties. From her third floor balcony she could see the pool below where another college girl was lying out on a lounge chair, reading and listening to music. Melissa pulled her panties to the side, running a cool finger down her slippery lips and deeper between her butt cheeks, brushing her tight asshole. She had squirted a whole bottle of cold contact lens solution up her butt earlier that morning and felt that amazing jolt of energy, like jumping into a freezing cold lake. She had massaged so much shower gel into her asshole in the shower that her new favorite hole still smelled like cherry blossoms. 

Before she could think too hard about it, her panties were on the ground and her pajama top was next to it in a heap. She opened her legs and spread her cheeks wide open with both hands. The gentle breeze tickled her glistening slit. She could see her snatch was hot pink and glistening. When she was horny, it seemed to turn a deeper shade of blush. She stood up and propped one leg up on the balcony, keeping an eye on the unsuspecting sunbather. Her fingers disappeared into her cunt and came out shiny. In and out of her soaking wet pussy. 

She knew she was starting to make a very lewd sound, kind of like a thirsty dog licking water from a bowl. Her hand slapped harder against her puffy lips and inner thighs as she lost control. Her other hand cupped her ass from behind, and with a gasp, she jammed a finger into her bottom. With one finger already in, she found it easy to slide another finger next to it, feeling her asshole stretch. She wanted to stretch her asshole wider and tried a third finger. She pushed through a twinge of pain and picked up speed. Both hands were twisted and clenched in unnatural positions as she writhed and squirmed. 

By now she had caught the eye of the girl at the pool, Jennifer, who was trying to hide her face behind her magazine but had one eye fixated on the spectacle directly above her. Jennifer's heart had skipped a beat when she looked up and saw the girl on the third floor balcony with her fingers wildly thrashing her sweet pink holes. She had to admit she felt a sort of animal attraction seeing such a display of raw, intimate beauty. She had never felt so attracted to someone of the same sex. She could hear and see how wet the girl on the balcony was, and couldn't take her eyes off the tangle of pink flesh and delicate fingers. She felt a lump in her throat. She hadn't moved a muscle since she first heard the damp, slapping sound and had looked up to see a girl about her age in the throes of an orgasm, with fingers stuffed in both holes, and a look of blissful agony on her face. 

Jennifer slid her hand under her bikini bottoms and swallowed hard. Her pussy, which she had just gotten freshly waxed, was already slick. She could feel her engorged clit poking its pink head out and she flicked it absentmindedly, still mesmerized by the naked girl on the balcony. She could hear the girl's breathing get faster and thought she heard a soft moan in the silence. 

Jennifer stole a glance around her. The apartment complex appeared deserted. Blinds were closed, the parking lot was empty, and there was no one else around. Her pulse quickened and her own breathing felt shaky. Her eyes darting furtively, she pulled down her bikini bottoms just a few inches. Her thighs spread apart instinctively, stretching the elastic band of her bikini bottoms. Her face was still partially hidden by her magazine. She saw the girl on the balcony spasm, her legs quivering as her eyes rolled back. The shaking continued for what seemed like a full minute, then the girl collected her clothes and disappeared. 

The image of the girl's throbbing, pulsating pussy and asshole was burned in Jennifer's mind. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Her bikini was still inched down her thighs, just exposing her bare mound. She quickly pulled up her bikini and gathered her things. She made a beeline for the elevator and headed for the third floor. She had to meet this girl. She had to have this girl. Impulsive or not, she wanted to at least see her up close. 

Melissa was back in her apartment, now dressed in her pajamas again. She took a long sip of cold water and thought about the girl at the pool. Just before she came, she could've sworn she saw the girl's bikini bottoms pulled down slightly, enough so she could almost make out her privates. 

The sound of knocking interrupted her reverie. She swallowed the rest of her water, then moved to the door. Probably just UPS, she thought. Her heart almost stopped when she looked through the peephole. Staring back at her was the girl from the pool. 

Melissa opened the door. 

"Hi, I'm Jennifer," the girl said with a smile. "Just wanted to introduce myself. I live down the hall if you ever need anything." 

"I'm Melissa. I've seen you around." She paused. "Do you want to come in?" 

Jennifer flashed another smile and stepped inside. Melissa closed the door. The two girls looked at each other for a moment, their eyes locking for what felt like a long time. Finally, Melissa blushed and looked away. 

Melissa had been caught and she knew it. She didn't know what to say. She looked back at Jennifer, who was trying not to laugh. 

"I saw you, um, exercising on your balcony earlier." Jennifer's eyes were sparkling. 

"Oh, yeah, that's totally what it was. I like to do naked yoga some mornings. Don't mind me." They both laughed. 

"Do you think you could teach me?" Jennifer asked innocently. 

Melissa looked at Jennifer again, remembering the bikini bottoms that mysteriously moved down those golden thighs, revealing a soft, smooth mound. 

"I'd love to," Melissa said. They held each other's gaze for a minute. 

"Maybe I should take these off?" Jennifer asked, her thumb hooked under her bikini bottoms. 

"Turn around," Melissa said, her voice cracking. 

Jennifer turned around and felt Melissa's hand slide between her legs. She felt goosebumps rise on her legs as her bikini bottoms were pulled down to her knees. She felt Melissa press her body against her bare skin and nuzzle her neck. A hand reached around her waist and cupped her groin, which was tingling with anticipation. She leaned on the back of a couch as she felt Melissa's fingers rub her crack and pussy, slowly at first, then faster. She felt Melissa penetrate her and let out a loud, involuntary moan. One hand on her clit, one hand inside her, probing her, faster, harder. She slid down to the floor onto her back and spread herself open wider, her bare feet brushing the carpet, and she felt Melissa's hot, wet mouth on her clit, three fingers pounding her pussy. Another finger in her ass, then two. 

"Put your pussy in my face," Jennifer said in a raspy voice. "Show me that tight, pink pussy." 

Melissa pulled down her pajamas with one hand, her face still buried in Jennifer's silky cunt. She swung around and straddled Jennifer's face, and felt her pussy sink into Jennifers waiting lips. Her wrists and forearms were burning but she only fingered her harder. "That feels so good," she moaned. She could feel Jennifer's hips grinding and thrusting into her face as she slammed her fingers into every available orifice. She could feel her own holes being wildly fondled and penetrated. Just when she thought her wrists were going to cramp up, she felt Jennifer coil and scream. She reached down and rubbed her own clit, then turned around and straddled Jennifer's face as she came.



Balcony of a Beach House...



Balcony Of A Beach House At Sunset

Setting:

A beach house, on a white sand beach, the balcony, terracotta tile flooring, while wooden railing, the top of palm trees reaching to the balcony. The horizon filled with sky, waves crashing on the beach. The sun setting in the horizon, filling the sky with streaks of Indian red.

We are sitting in white upholstered lawn chairs, enjoying the sun set, listening to the waves crashing on the sad, and the gently breeze blowing through the palms, the chirp of the seagulls in the sky.

You have a white summer dress on, the top is quasi transparent, I have white shorts on, no top. Sitting there with you in my arms, legs on either side of the chair, you sitting back towards me snug against me.

My arms around your waist, your hair put up on your head in a ponytail, I am kissing your neck gently my lips nibbling at your soft flawless skin, your hair gently brushing in my face pushed by the gentle breeze.

My hands move up, cupping your breasts, you move your hands above your head and put them behind my head to draw me in close and tighter. I gently bite you, whispering sweet nothings in your ears at regular intervals. My hands pinch your nipples, rolling them in between my fingers feeing you quiver in my arms, I continue sucking lightly on your neck.

I get up and stand next to you admiring you, you see the bulge in my shorts, you scoot back in the chair, and pull up your dress, above your knees, I can see your dark areolas through the fabric of the dress. I get in between your legs, your bare pussy illuminated by the sunset in the background looks very delightful, I rub my hand on it, and rub your clit in circles with my finger, I lean in removing my hands and spreading your lips with mine, your clit finding its way into my mouth, I suck on it, gently massaging it with my tongue, circling it as well. I suck on it gently. You moan and dig your nails in the fabric of the lawn chair, I carry on my nodding of my head in your crotch, your sweet juices invading my mouth, your moans getting louder and louder.

I insert a finger in you, start pumping it feverishly, licking around your hole and your clit with my tongue, savoring your lips and your sweet nectar. My finger continuing its motion, in and out and in again, your hot juices coating it and easing its slide into you, you moan and put one hand on your breast, kneading it, pinching your nipple, closing your eyes, moaning in ecstasy, you are feeling your first orgasm approaching in your pussy, you start convulsing, your pussy tightening around my fingers, you tell me you are about to cum, as you start releasing your juices on my fingers, shivering and shaking. I take my fingers out of your pussy and lick them dry.

I get up and remove my shorts, you tell me you want to 69 me, I get on top of you my hips hovering your head, you take my penis in your hands and you take me in your mouth, you taste my pre-cum and moan with your mouth full of my prick, I start working on your bare pussy, taking your clit in my mouth again, licking it round and round, spreading your legs and your pussy lips with my hand, I lick and suck your pussy, moaning. I gently bite on your clit, sucking it, licking around it, I feel your lips working on my cock, I can feel your tongue licking the tip of it, your teeth dragging along its length.

You tell me to lay down on the lawn chair, you get on top of straddling me with your knees on either side, you lower yourself on my prick, taking me in inch by inch your hair cascading over your shoulder, you have my entire cock in you, you feel stretched, you start moving up and down my shaft, gasping each time I fill u entirely, you start moving faster and faster, up and down, moaning, your hands on my chest, you gyrate your hips in circles on mine, looking at me deep in your eyes, your hair framing your pretty face, you bite your bottom lip as you resume your up and down motions your bare pussy glistening with your dripping juices, my balls stickiness caused by your juices, you moan louder and louder, mmmmm?ing at my large shaft in you, you like the feeling, you pinch my nipples, as I reach up at your breasts and take them in my hands I start kneading them, pinching your nipples in my hands as well.

You lean down on me, and let me take over, I start pounding my cock in and out of you at a great speed, my hips just pumping up and down meeting yours with each stroke, your juices splashing every time my balls hit your ass, your lips pressed against mine, kissing me with all the passion of the moment our tongues playing with one another. You climb off of me, in a daze, your legs barely able to keeping you up, I look at your ass swaying from side to side as you walk over to the edge of the chair you pat on the end, and I slide down you wink at me, touching your pussy, you bend down your ass towards me, you put your hands to your ankles, and scoot back a little bit letting your ass into my face. I put my hands on your ass cheeks and spread them tenderly, licking from your pussy to your back hole and around it, probing it in by occasions, My hands on your ass kneading it, and parting it wider and wider, your moans intensify, I probe my fingers into your pussy and your asshole, in and out, you can feel me all the way inside both your holes, your pussy juices coating my fingers, you bite your lower lip breathing in sharply as my fingers stretch your muscles, moaning under my touch.

You move forward my fingers exiting your body; you spread your legs to either side of me, and start squatting over my hips, your hands spreading your ass cheeks, you let the head of my cock into your pussy and let about two inches into your body, you let it back out and reach for my member, you point it to your ass, and you let yourself slowly down on it, I lean back resting on my elbows, watching your ass take in my whole cock, you put your hands on my hips and start rocking your hips from side to side, letting me glide in and out of you, you moan and scream feeling me deep inside of you, moving your hips up and down harder and harder, I moan as I feel you tighten on me. You look back at me and blow a kiss. You gyrate your hips in circles on my prick, moaning harder, you continue moving up and down. Both of us moaning, you tell me you are about to cum, your hand finds its way to your clit and you rub it feverishly in circles your body tenses up, and your thrusts on my hips intensify, your moan get louder as your orgasm overcomes our body, making it shake and shiver throughout your limbs and pussy.

You get up and let my cock out of your ass, you turn around, with a towel you wipe my dick off and you deep throat me immediately, taking my head in your mouth then my entire shaft, your head bobbing up and down, your hand playing with my balls rubbing my scrotum, you moan with my cock in your mouth, my pre-cum dancing on your taste buds, one of your hands on your pussy rubbing it and inserting a finger or two deep into you. You look into my eyes. Your tongue sticking out and licking from base to top you look straight into my eyes, my hands behind your head, you are licking my cock, the shaft wet by your saliva and my pre-cum. You tell me you want my load in your mouth, you start deep throating me again my entire shaft disappearing in between your lips, I moan you hands on my balls playing with them. You licking them and kissing them, taking them in your mouth while your fist moves up and down on my shaft. You tell me to cum, you tell me you want all of me in your mouth, I lean my head back and moan hard, my cum starts to boil, I can feel it starting to come up the shaft, I met out a deep moan and you put your lips around the head of my dick, my cock starts thickening in rhythm, squirt after squirt my cum shoots into your mouth you smile wide, looking at me opening your mouth showing you my cum, you swallow my sweet juices. 

Slowly you crawl on top of me to kiss me, your thigh resting on my limpening cock, you lay your hand on my chest and your head on my shoulder, nibbling at my neck, passionately kissing my lips from time to time, we lay there, the sun set and the seagull's cries long gone, the breeze a little colder, I put a blanket on top of us, as we rest there and recover from out passion. 



Balcony Play, a CFNM Story



Travelling and living out of a suitcase can get lonely, even when you're assigned to the same area for weeks at time. Being lonely, bored, and horny is a dangerous mix and that's my only excuse. You see, I'm not above finding my own fun, like leaving the curtains to my room slightly ajar while I'm naked in my room. Depending on the configuration of the hotel, it's fun to think I might give someone a bit of a show every now and then.

My latest hotel didn't afford me much of a chance to flash or show-off, though my room was very nice including a balcony. Hotel balconies are funny things. At some hotels, the balconies are connected, though usually separated by a wall. I've been in some where the balconies are strategically positioned so you can't see your neighbors. That's how this hotel felt. With the rooms layered just right, each balcony felt like its own world which is why I didn't think twice about doing a bit of nude sunbathing on my balcony. 

Okay, saying "nude sunbathing" is a bit a misnomer. Yes, I was naked, outside, on my balcony in the sun. However, I was always hard, too. There's just something refreshing about allowing the sun to caress my hard-on that makes it too tempting to me. I usually don't masturbate outside only because I prefer looking at porn while I'm jerking off. Still, I'll spend a good long time standing or lounging on my balcony, wondering if someone in the hotel across the way might have a pair of binoculars.

I knocked off work early on a Friday and wound up back at my hotel with nothing to do but enjoy the view and allow the sun to kiss my naked ass. It was too early for me to jerk-off, that's something I like to save until later in the evening, but it still felt good laying on the lounge chair with the rays hitting me just right. As the sun moved, I did, too, moving my lounger closer to the far wall to stay in sun. That's when I noticed something I hadn't noticed before, the balconies above me. Actually, there was just one above me and if someone hung over the edge and looked down, they could see me. Like the pretty blonde haired woman.

I don't know how long she was standing and staring at me. But I know she got a big eyeful of me laying on my back, naked and occasionally stroking my hard cock. When I happened to open my eyes, glancing upwards and seeing her, it was an interesting moment. "Nice view!" she called down to me with a big smile on her face.

"Thanks!" I called back, remaining exactly how I was. Why not? If she wanted to watch, I'd give her a show. Instead, she glanced over her shoulder, pushed away from the balcony and was gone. I waited a while to see if she would show back up. She didn't, but that was okay. I had great fodder for my evening jerk-off session.

She never came back to the balcony that day, but later that evening, I shared an elevator with her and her two girlfriends. I was standing behind them. She glanced over her shoulder at me, as if recognizing me, but unsure from where. When the elevator stopped on my floor, one floor below theirs, she put it together. As I stepped off the elevator, I heard her say, "Nice view!" I turned and shot her a smile as the door shut.

I rushed back to my room, stripped and stepped out on my balcony, naked and hard. It took a couple of minutes before she showed up on her balcony. Leaning over the side of her balcony, she waved as I stroked my hard cock. I guessed she was sharing her room with her friends because she turned, but instead of leaving, she said something else. A moment later, there were two more girls hanging over the edge, watching, pointing, and laughing among themselves. They cheered me on until I came before heading back inside their room.

Saturdays spent out of town are the worst. With nothing to do until Monday, I hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on my door and spent the day naked in my room. That included enjoying a cup of coffee in the buff on the balcony. It wasn't long before I had an audience. I acted as if I didn't notice her, which was difficult. More than anything, I wanted to look up and see her watching me. I discreetly stretched as a way to look upwards and was disappointed to see her balcony empty. Oh well, I still had last night's memory in my mind and that was special. 

That night, I was sitting at the bar, enjoying a couple cocktails before heading up to my room. The bartender was cute and friendly and that was a good enough reason to hang out. I've never gotten lucky at a hotel bar and that night wasn't an exception. I stood waiting for the elevator when three familiar faces walked around the corner drunk and giggling. When they recognized me, they started laughing even harder.

"Are we going to get a show tonight?" the pretty blonde asked. 

"Maybe," I smiled, already knowing they would if they wanted.

"Invite him back to the room, Susan," one of her friends suggested, giggling even harder. 

"Yeah, he can give us a private show," the brunette with short hair giggled.

"You know he can hear you," Susan laughed as the elevator doors opened. The four of us stepped inside. I pressed the button for my floor while Susan reached past me and pressed the button for theirs. I stood in front of them and tried my best to play it straight.

"Do it," I heard one of the girls insist.

"You do it," Susan said.

"If you ask, I'll do it," I offered without turning around. More giggles and then the doors opened to my floor. I took a step forward before feeling a hand grabbing the back of my pants. I stepped back and the doors shut. I'm guessing it was Susan who stopped me, but I really don't know.

The doors opened a moment later on the top floor of the hotel. I stepped out, smiling and waiting for more of an invitation. "Hold on," Susan said, stepping a few feet away from me with her girlfriends before waving me over. "You're not allowed to touch us," she said. "We just want to see you naked."

"Okay," I said, willing to hope for the best.

"And no talking," the short haired brunette added. I would soon find out her name was Amber and she had a mean streak to her. I nodded, hoping to demonstrate that I could follow simple instructions.

"And, if you get hard, we're going to make fun of you," the other brunette added. That was Karen. She had long, dark hair and such a brilliant white smile that her teeth appeared to glow against her dark tan. I nodded again, already know that would be the most difficult part. I followed the three of them to the suite they had.

Compared to my room, their suite looked massive with two bedrooms, a large sitting area, and a balcony that was twice the size of my balcony. There was a wet bar lined with bottles they had brought. As soon as we stepped inside their room, Susan and Karen darted off in opposite directions to visit a bathroom. 

Amber tossed a couple ice cubes into a glass, filled it halfway with rum and added a splash of Coke on top before taking a sip and staring at me. "Are you really going to get naked?" I nodded. "Okay, then do it." She took another sip from her glass. 

I started to ask if I could use the bathroom, too, but didn't. I didn't need to go, I was only stalling. Taking a deep breath, I began working the buttons on my shirt while watching her. Amber clinked the ice in her glass and waited. There was no where for me to set my shirt, so I tossed it on the floor next to door. I'm in good shape and I wasn't afraid of being topless in front of her. I caught her eyes roaming over my chest and flat stomach. If she approved, she didn't mention it. I kicked off my shoes before working the front of my pants.

"Am I missing it?" Karen asked as she walked back into the sitting room. 

"Not yet," Amber said, stepping aside so Karen to mix a drink, too. Instead, Karen sat at the bar and watched me. 

"I can't believe you're doing this," Karen smiled. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" I shook my head. "So, why are you doing it now?" I shrugged, pulled off my jeans, and stood in my boxer briefs. 

"Aw, come on, guys!" Susan protested as she came back into the room. "You couldn't wait for me?"

"You're just in time," Karen giggled. 

"Do it," Amber said. She didn't need to say it. She didn't need to say anything because I was going to do it just the same. I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs and pushed them off to excited hoots from Susan and Karen.

"Oh yeah," Susan cheered.

"Looking good," Karen agreed. I tossed my underwear on the pile of clothes by the door and stood, wondering what to do next. I wasn't the only one. "Now what?"

"I don't know," Susan said. "Make him walk around so we can look at him?" Without a plan of my own, that's what I did. I made a lap around the coffee table in the middle of their sitting area as they watched.

"He's sort of hot," Karen giggled.

"Sort of," Amber agreed. 

"Is he allowed to get hard?" Susan asked her short haired friend.

"Maybe later. I like seeing him like this," Amber said, picking up her cell phone and snapping a picture of me. 

"Are we allowed to do that?" Karen asked, looking surprised. 

"Why not?" Amber asked, taking another picture. "Get next to him, let me take your picture with him."

"What if Brad sees it?" Karen protested.

"Oh please," Susan giggled, pushing away from the bar and posing alongside of me. "Brad will never know. And neither will Tony or Keith." It wasn't challenging to guess those were the names of their boyfriends or spouses. Since only Amber wore a wedding band, I guessed she was the only one married.

"Okay, wait, I want my picture, too," Karen said, joining Susan on the otherside of me. Amber had to switch cell phones, taking pictures with the other two phones, too. 

"Did you have fun jerking off in front of us last night?" Susan asked while posing. I nodded. 

"I bet you did," Amber said, picking up on the question. "You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" I nodded once more, fighting against getting hard. "I think he likes showing off, don't you?" Amber asked as she passed off her phone and approached me. Again, I nodded. She stood alongside of me as Karen took our picture. "Wait, take another one," Amber said before grabbing my balls. Her touch was not gentle. 

"Hey, I didn't know we could touch, too!" Susan squealed, quicking passing her phone to Karen and joining Amber. Together, the two girls cupped my balls while Karen took the pictures.

"We should do stuff to him," Karen suggested from behind one of the phones. 

"Like what?" Susan wondered. 

"We could shave him," Amber suggested and a soft groan escaped me. "What? You don't like that idea?" Truth was, I didn't. Back when I was in college, my girlfriend said she would shave her pussy if I shaved my pubes, too. At first, it had been a lot of fun, until it started growing back and then it itched like mad. While I do manscape down there with clippers, I swore I would never again shave down there. "Are you afraid of getting hard?" I sighed, wanting to explain but not wanting to break my promise of not speaking.

"Does anyone even know his name?" Susan asked, still running her hands over my naked body. She seemed especially fascinated with my pecs. 

"I don't want to know his name," Amber said, stepping back to her drink. She took another drink before turning and staring at me with a smirk on her face. "So far, he's close to perfect: naked, mute and nameless."

"He'd be better if he was shaved," Karen said, fixing herself a drink. I sighed, still not a fan of that idea. Amber put down her drink and left the room. While she was gone, Susan joined Amber at the bar. Sipping drinks, the two girls stared at me.

"Do some jumping jacks," Susan requested. The two girls giggled as they watched my cock and balls flopping around. "Turn around and do them," she said.

"Ooo, he has a cute ass," Karen said, approving of the view. I felt foolish jumping around like an idiot but kept going until Amber returned carrying a pink razor, shaving cream, a couple towels and a pair of pink clippers. 

"Here you go," she said, setting them down on the floor near me. I looked at the supplies she had brought and sighed. "Aw, don't be like that," she admonished, pulling over a chair for me and spreading out a towel on its seat. "Guys like it when girls shave, so now you get to do it for us."

Without a choice in the matter, I sat down and picked up the clippers. My pubic hair was already short, but I made it shorter before applying some shaving cream. Susan, the hot blonde who had gotten me into this, had the common sense of emptying out the ice bucket and filling it with warm water. While the three women sat at the bar drinking and laughing, I slowly raked away every bit of my pubic hair.

"Don't forget your taint," Amber giggled as I carefully worked her razor over my balls. Of the three, she seemed to enjoy my discomfort the most. 

Once I was done shaving, the three girls crowded into one of the bathrooms to watch me rinse off inside the glass shower while they took pictures. Once I was dry, I was required to stand for inspection twice because halfway through my first inspection, Susan realized no one was taking pictures of them feeling my freshly bared flesh. 

As they took turns caressing my bareness, I reached my limit for denying my excitement. "Ooo, does our little man like this?" Karen asked as she caressed my balls and noticed my cock beginning to swell. 

"I think you're making him hard," Susan giggled. 

"You might want to think twice about getting hard," Amber cautioned, grabbing me by the dick and leading me back to the living room area of their suite. I stumbled behind her as the other two girls laughed. 

"What happens if he gets hard?" Susan asked.

"I guess he'll have to jerk-off for us," Amber said, leading me to the coffee table. "All fours, naked boy." I crawled on the table, feeling awkward and exposed. She reached between my legs and patted my dangling balls. "Feel nervous?" I shook my head. I didn't feel nervous as much as I was worried about getting hard. 

"What are you going to do to him?" Karen asked, sitting on the couch alongside of me. 

"I don't know, what do you think we should do to him?"

"Wait, I have an idea," Susan said, scampering out of the room for a moment. She returned with a bottle of lotion and a long handled hair brush. 

"No way," Amber grinned, holding out her hands for both. I glanced over my shoulder, worried about what was going to happen next. A moment later, I felt Amber drizzling lotion down the crack of my ass and I knew what was next. "Ever take it up the ass naked boy?" I emphatically shook my head. I never had and had never been interested in it either. "Guess there's a first time for everything," she laughed and ran the handled up and down my crack.

"I had a boyfriend once who liked it up the ass," Susan said, sitting next to Karen for the show.

"No way!" Karen said, bursting out laughing. "Who?"

"Mark. He used to beg for it."

"Care to do the honors?" Amber offered, still playing the tip of the brush handle against my puckered asshole. I hate to admit, as much as I didn't want to feel that toy up my ass, feeling it teasing my asshole was having an effect. I felt my cock growing with anticipation. 

"No, you do it," Susan said, content to watch. "I want to see how hard he gets."

"Are we still allowed to touch him?" Karen asked.

"Sure," Amber said, pressing the tip against my butt and pushing. My puckered asshole couldn't offer any resistance to the slick, slippery plastic handle. Against my will, the handle began filling my backside. Honestly, I still can't tell if it was the makeshift sex toy or Karen that made the difference, because as soon as Amber began poking my asshole, Karen began pulling on my cock as if it was an udder hanging off a cow. 

"I think he likes it," Karen crowed as I grew hard inside her hand. "He's really hard!"

"Yeah he is," Susan agreed, gleefully grinning.

"Maybe we should change your name to butt-boy?" Amber suggested, grabbing my balls. "Does that feel good? Do you like having that hair brush up your ass?" I shook my head, but she didn't care. "Bullshit. Why are you hard?" I bit my lip, unwilling to break my promise to remain quiet. 

"Feel him," Karen insisted, pulling away her hand and giving Susan a turn. 

"Yeah, that's how hard Mark would get, too," Susan said. Her touch was more gentle and playful than Karen's. 

"Someone get a camera," Amber said. Karen did and more pictures were taken of me with the hairbrush sticking out of my ass while my hard cock throbbed. The handle had a taper right before the bristles and the damn thing was shoved deep enough that my ass had closed around that tapered section. All three of the girls thought it was funny as hell to see the brush stuck in my ass.

Amber, determined to humiliate me as much as possible, had me stand. Then she had me walk around the coffee table as they laughed and pointed at both my hard cock and brush stuck inside my butt. 

"Look how fucking hard he is!" Karen hooted, grabbing at my cock as I walked by her. 

"Does that feel good, butt-boy?" Susan asked, playing with the brush. 

"We should make him cum on himself," Amber suggested. I groaned, frustrated, embarrassed, and more excited than ever. 

"How?" Karen asked and Amber already had a plan. Once again, I was positioned on the coffee table, except this time, I was told to lay on my back. With Amber keeping the lead, she had me curl into a ball, putting my knees over my head until my cock was aimed directly at my face. 

"Hold him like that," she told Karen. The pretty girl with long, dark hair quickly scrambled to the end of the coffee table and held me in position. I couldn't move if I wanted to. "Now jerk-off," Amber told me.

"Do it, butt-boy," Susan cheered, rubbing my balls. "You like to show-off. Show us how you do it." I groaned as I watched my cock throb only a few inches away from my face. 

"You heard her, do it," Amber said, taking pictures with her phone. "Show us how much you like to jerk-off." 

Reluctantly, I began pulling on my hard cock. As I did it, Karen and Susan grabbed their phones, too. I was surrounded by three girls, each taking pictures from a different angle as they laughed and taunted me.

"Look how hard he is!"

"Do it, naked boy. Come in your face!"

"Does that feel good up your ass?"

I tugged and pulled on my hard cock, both dreading and eagerly anticipating my orgasm. It felt so strange both wanting and not wanting the exact same thing. Susan played with my balls and hair brush sticking out of my ass. Whenever I looked up between my legs, I could see the gleeful look in her eyes while she watched me pulling on hard cock. Looking over my head, I could see Karen looking just as excited as she giggled and took more pictures. Meanwhile, Amber made sure she got pictures of everything that was happening, from Karen holding me in a curled up position to Susan playing with my balls and that hair brush. 

It was too much for me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt my orgasm building up in my balls and started groaning just before the first spurt erupted and splashed against my face. 

"Open your mouth!" Amber quickly shouted, squeezing my cheeks and forcing me to do it as I came, spraying my hot, wet seed against my face and inside my mouth. I got some on her hand, too, but she didn't seem to care. She laughed as she wiped it off in my mouth. "That's it, butt-boy. Lick it all off my hand." She even scooped a final droplet off the tip of my dick and fed it to me.

And then it was over. I was spent and the girls were satisfied with their show. Karen let go of my legs and I eased the hairbrush out of my ass. "Keep it," Susan told me when I looked for somewhere to put it.

"Can I use your bathroom?" I asked, the first words I had spoken since leaving the elevator.




Balcony Play, a CFNM Story



"No," Amber said, nodding at the door. 

Feeling slimy from the lotion still coating my ass, I went back to my clothes and pulled them on. I knew I still had cum on my face. I had pasted my hair and forehead, too. I tried to ignore how I looked as I pulled on my shirt.

Dressed, I gave them a meek wave before opening the door. I made it as far as the hallway before Susan opened the door and called out to me. "Hey naked-boy! What's your number?" I recited it to her as she typed it into her phone. After reading it back to me, she closed the door and I was left alone in the hallway. 

Smiling, I went back the elevators, glad I didn't see anyone else between my room and theirs. Along the way, my phone chirped with the first of several text messages from Susan. The first picture showed the two of us standing together, with me completely naked. "Thanks," she wrote before sending more pictures. 

After taking a shower, I double checked my phone and found dozens of pictures had been sent to me from three different numbers. Getting hard, I stepped out on the balcony and jerked off again. None of them bothered to watch, but it didn't matter. I had plenty of fodder for the rest of my trip and a new toy to enjoy.

*****

I did my best to proofread my story, but that's always a challenge. Hopefully the occasional typo didn't detract too much from your enjoyment!



Balcony Scene



It was too warm to sleep. At least, it was too warm for Davey to sleep. As he passed the door to his parents' bedroom he could hear his father snoring. His parents must have been more affected by jet-lag than he was.

Not for the first time, he felt embarrassed. Eighteen years old and on vacation with parents, in the same apartment.

Wearing only his boxer shorts, he went out onto the balcony. A light breeze caressed his skin, cool and pleasant. It was still night, but a faint light in the sky indicated that dawn was on the way. 

They were five floors up, but the view was not inspiring. In the full moonlight he could make out the shapes of the building site behind the hotel, and the low, scrubby hills behind that. His balcony was separated from the ones on left and right by low whitewashed walls. When these reached the hotel wall they incorporated large arches, each containing a wooden trellis to afford some privacy. There were a table and chairs near the door, and some large shrubs in pots scattered about, making the place quite cramped.

In his bare feet he padded to the railing at the front of the balcony, to get more of the breeze. It was only then that he noticed a movement to his right.

On the far side of the next balcony a man and woman were kissing. The man, heavily built, in t-shirt and shorts, had his back to Davey, and was pressing the woman to the wall. She was smaller than him, and was wearing a short dress.

Davey was wondering if he would be able to creep back into the hotel without being noticed when the woman broke off the kiss.

Hurriedly, Davey ducked behind a shrub. The woman turned her head to one side. Her hair was short, blonde, dyed. 

"Don't, Harry. You're drunk."

"C'mon, you know you want it." He kissed her neck and began to move down her body, undoing the buttons on the front of her dress as he went. The woman gave a move of resignation. Davey studied her face in the moonlight. He guessed her to be about forty, older than his mother, but he thought she could be considered good-looking.

The man was playing with her breasts; stroking, licking. Then he moved down, opening the final buttons. Davey could hear the sound of her panties being pulled down. The woman lifted herself to sit on a narrow ledge behind her, leaving her feet dangling, and the man kneeling between them.

The dress was polled open wide, revealing to Davey her impressive bosom. Pale lines crossed her otherwise honey-brown skin, showing where her bikini had been. The heavy globes swayed as the woman writhed in agitation. Her erect nipples, dark points in the centre of her pale patches, glistened with saliva.

The dark shape of the man's head moved lazily between her legs. She gave broken 'oh's and 'ah's of encouragement. Her hands clutched his thick, dark hair. Several rings glittered on her fingers, among them a wedding band. Her nails were scarlet.

Davey may have considered the woman to be old, but his penis had other ideas. This erotic tableau had caused his dick to swell to its full size, and it was throbbing painfully in the prison of his shorts. He lowered his hand and squeezed it gently, hardly daring to breathe. His ears were filled with the woman's soft moans, his gaze was fixed on her pendant breasts. 

"Do you like my tits?" the woman said.

Her husband mumbled something. Davey wondered how she expected him to answer with his mouth full.

"Do you? Do my big, soft tits give you a hard on?"

Davey glanced up at the woman's face and turned ice-cold. She was staring straight at him, her expression inscrutable. He wanted to run but his body was paralyzed. 'She's going to scream,' he thought, 'she's going to tell her husband I'm spying on them, he'll beat me up, my parents will wake up and think I'm a pervertÉ'

"Is your cock all hard for me?" Her gaze flicked to his groin and back to his face. Her heavy-lidded eyes held his steadily, even as her face twisted in lust, inspired by her husband's tongue. "Ohh yes, you're big and stiff for me aren't you? You'reÉ ooh, fuck!"

Some action of the buried tongue made her double up for an instant. Suddenly she lifted her legs and wrapped them around her husband's head, her ample thighs blocking his ears. The broad, curving expanse of flesh sent a new thrill through Davey. His nerves were still jangling, but his hand renewed the squeezing of his penis.

She smirked at him. "Why has a fit young man like you got the horn for an old lady like me?" she hissed. "Do you really want to fuck this old married woman, hmm? Or do you want to jack off while you watch my husband fuck me?"

Nothing like this had ever happened to Davey before, and he had no idea how to react. The blood was running in his veins again but his breathing was shallow. He could only stand there, stroking the rigid pole inside his shorts.

The head imprisoned between the woman's heavy, golden thighs pulled and jerked.

"Get it out for me. I want to see what a big hard-on I've given you. Go on, you horny young sod, get your juicy dick out for me. Let me seeÉ aaah!"

Her husband had done something unseen which made her unclasp her legs abruptly. He rose up unsteadily, blocking Davey's view of the woman with his broad back.

"Are you trying to suffocate me, girl?" he demanded good-humoredly. I mean, it's a nice way to go, but I ain't ready for it yet!" 

He kissed her hard, for a long time, and she responded, writhing against him. He braced his left hand on the ledge. His right hand groped her left breast.

When they broke apart she pulled him to her. She put her head over her husband's shoulder and leered at Davey again.

"I want your cock," she said, and Davey knew she was speaking to him. "I'll scream if you don't get it out for me, I really will."

"You don't need to ask twice, babe," said her husband, fumbling between their bodies.

Davey could feel the heavy beat of his heart in every bit of his body. Apparently of its own volition, his right hand opened the fly of his shorts. The tense rigidity of his penis sprang out like a greyhound from a trap. Davey had never thought of himself as over-endowed but his dick felt huge as it arched in the air, pulsing with his heartbeat. It felt as though all his blood was concentrated in this one eager part of his body.

"Push your shorts down, baby. Take them right off. Don't make me scream."

The man stepped back and pushed his shorts down clumsily. Feeling as if he was in a dream, Davey followed suit. After he had negotiated the elastic over the curving rigidity of his prick the boxers slid easily off his slim hips and dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them.

"Oh, you've got a gorgeous body. I could fucking eat you right up." she said, her eyes roving over Davey. Her right hand was around was around her husband, holding him close to her, her left was between their bodies, apparently holding his penis. "That's a lovely cock, big and hard. Did I make it so hard, babe? Look at him sit up and beg. Is that huge prick begging to get into my hot, wet pussy?" 

Her husband shifted and murmured something to her, but she pulled him back. "No, don't say anything. I'll do all the dirty talk, you just fuck me."

Davey's right hand was stroking his hardness firmly now. The woman gazed at it hungrily, then looked up into Davey's eyes, pouting. 

"D'you want to put it in me?" she panted. "Yes? Put that big, stiff dick right up my hot cunt? You want to fuck me so much, don't you? You wantÉ urrgh!"

The man thrust into her hard, slamming her body against the wall, knocking the breath out of her, and began rutting in and out. When she opened her eyes again it was to see Davey steadily rubbing his dick, moving the skin back and forth in its own juice. Her sultry gaze flicked constantly between his face and his penis.

"That's right, pump it. Ohh! Pump that great big dick for me. I love it, IÉ oof! I fucking love it!" 

Davey watched her one visible tit jiggle as her husband humped her up against the wall. Her wide, curvy thighs rippled. Her sandal-clad feet jerked crazily in the air. Her eyes were glassy. It was the first time Davey had seen real lust on a woman's face.

Naked in front of this stranger as she was fucked, his legs braced, he masturbated hard and fast. He still had feelings of fear and confusion, but they were overwhelmed by his desires. Years of jacking off in his bedroom had taught him to do it quietly, and the small, regular whimpers issuing from his nose were easily drowned out by the man's hoarse grunts and his wife's heavy gasps.

Through it all Davey was keenly aware of the steady thuck, thuck, thuck, every time the man's dick thrust to the very bottom of the woman's humid, mysterious depths. 

The woman managed to lock her legs around the man's back and brace herself against the pounding she was receiving. This revealed even more of her voluptuous thighs and ass to Davey's view, and allowed to him to hear even more clearly the smack of flesh on wet flesh. The sound of his own hand slapping against his belly as he jacked his dick was a whisper by comparison.

The woman regained her breath. She stared at Davey as steadily as she could under the fucking she was taking.

"Yes, pump it! (unhh!) Oh God, it's like being fucked by two cocks! (ohh!!) Pump that big dick for me, you fucker! (ahh!) Your huge dick is going to make me cum. I'mÉ (ugh!) I'm going to cum all over your cock!"

Her filthy talk was having an identical affect on her husband and on Davey. They were both pounding harder, in their own ways. Davey wished he could be in the man's position.

The woman's voice had lost some of its dominant tone and taken on a note of pleading.

"Are you going to spurt? Are you going to shoot a bigÉ (ohh!) hotÉ (unh!) load for me?"

Davey was oblivious to his surroundings. If his mother had burst onto the balcony and screamed his name he would not have noticed. In fact he was only dimly aware of the woman's bouncing breast and thighs. He was really only aware of two things - the waves of pleasure building to a climax in his cock, and the woman's face. 'So this is what a woman looks like when she is being well-fucked,' he thought. 

Her half-closed eyes still held him in a glassy stare.

"C'mon, shoot it, you fucker! Ohh, you filthy young fucker, getting that lovely young cock hard for an old woman like me! C'mon, I want to see you shoot a big load for Momma!"

If her husband was puzzled at being called young it didn't affect the pace of his humping. Perhaps he was no longer listening, only experiencing the thrill in his dick as it thrust in and out of his wife's soaking pussy.

Davey suddenly felt all the energy in his body flow towards his dick. His pumping fist speeded up, and he had to bite down on his other fist to prevent himself crying out. His face screwed up, but he tried to keep his eyes open to concentrate on the sight of the woman's bouncing, jiggling flesh as she moaned out loud. Her husband's thrusting and grunting became more urgent.

"Ungh, yes, I'm nearly there! Give it to Mummy - unh - Cum a big load for Mummy!"

Davey's cock burst. His knees went weak and he groaned through the gag of his fist. He saw the first gush of his semen shoot over the wall and onto the next balcony before his eyes shut completely and shudders of pleasures racked his body. Through the sound of the blood pounding in his head he heard her squealing.

"Ohhh, you fucker, I'm cumming! Cumming, unh, unh, UNGGH!"

It felt like hours, but it could only have been a few seconds before Davey realised where he was. Standing naked on a hotel balcony, his tingling, deflating dick held in a sticky hand, being gazed at by an unknown woman. Small ripples of joy still ran through him.

The woman was smiling wickedly at Davey over her husband's shoulder, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body. She was panting and sweating, her hair disarrayed, her make-up smeared. Davey thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She ran her tongue along her upper lip.

"You made me cum, you naughty boy. Was that good? Did it feel nice to shoot a big load for Mummy?"

The man made to move away from her, but she pulled him back.

"No, don't go yet, Babe. Stay in me."

He murmured something and kissed her deeply. She looked at Davey from the corner of her eye and moved her hand across her husband's back. Then she repeated the gesture more urgently. Davey realised she was telling him to hide himself. He ducked behind the trellis and peered out. He must still have been visible because she waved him back. He moved into the shadows between some pot plants. 

She released her grip on her husband and he staggered back. Clumsily, he kissed her neck and breasts. Playfully she slapped his ass.

"Pull your shorts up and get indoors. We've got a lot to do."

He obeyed her instructions, and as he moved away the full glory of the woman's body was revealed to Davey for the first time. Her dress gaped wide around her heavy tits and spread thighs. There was a triangle of pale skin to show where her bikini bottoms had been. She stroked her skin slowly, allowing his eyes to drink their fill. Lazily, she ran her fingers down to the dark bush which glistened with mixed juices and dipped them in. She stared at where Davey was hidden.

"Mmmm, you came such a lot, you horny bastard."

"What did you say?" came the man's voice from inside the apartment.

She never took her eyes of Davey, but raised her voice:

"I said you gave me a big load."

The man's answer was unintelligible.

She dropped down from the ledge and turned around. Purposefully she bent over to pick up her panties, hitching up her dress as she did so, displaying her opulent buttocks. She grinned at Davey from between her legs as he crept right up to the trellis. 

She remained in that position for a few long moments, allowing him to drink in the ripe, womanly curves of her legs and bottom. His eyes roamed over her full thighs up to the pale moons of her ass, separated by that deep, sensual cleft. He noticed, for the first time, a discreet tattoo of a rose on her left cheek. Despite his exertions of the last few minutes he felt his cock twitch again.

Then she straightened up, and the loose dress covered her naked rear again. But any disappointment Davey might have felt was immediately banished when the woman turned around and, with a brief glance into the apartment, walked towards him, stuffing her panties into a pocket as she came.

He stood upright. He felt a sudden rush of emotion - excitement, fear, he couldn't tell. But his heart was in his throat as she approached. A few steps brought her right up to the trellis, and Davey's vision was filled by the sight of her rounded flesh, honey-toned and milky-white. There was a wicked grin on her face. The red lipstick on her full mouth was smeared.

"You dirty boy," she murmured, "spying on married women." Her voice was as honeyed as her skin.

"I didn't mean toÉ You won't tellÉ"

"Quietly!" she hissed, glancing over her shoulder. "He's in the shower, and he'll be an age, but you should still be quiet."

Davey spoke lower, trying not to let his voice tremble:

"I didn't mean to lookÉ"

"And I suppose you didn't mean to get a hard on either! You're lucky I'm such a slut!" She smiled at him. "A fit young lad like you should be chasing girls, not wanking off."

Davey was intoxicated by so many new sensations, by the closeness, the sight and the smell of this ripe, newly-fucked woman.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Of course," she laughed,"We haven't been formally introduced!" Then, in a more sympathetic tone: "Joan. What's yours?"

"Davey. You're beautiful, Joan."

"Well, you're a charmer, aren't you?" She glanced down his naked body and then back up into his eyes. "You were the one who made me cum, you know. It's been a long time since I've seen a handsome youngster like you excited by me. When I saw that lovely cock spurting its load just for me I just went off bang!"

She reached through a gap in the trellis and gently lifted his limp dick in her fingers, feeling its weight. Davey winced.

She smiled a wicked smile. "Aww, is your brave fella feeling sensitive after his workout?" She cupped her fingers under his dick and slid them back and forth. The gentle contact made his penis jump and swell. 

"Well, he's still awake thenÉ"

She glanced back to make sure there was no sign of her husband reappearing, then stepped right up to the trellis. Davey was intoxicated by the mixed smell of perfume and sex which rose from her practically naked body. Her lustful face was inches from his, her breath warm on his face. Her hazel eyes gleamed with mischief. She gripped his dick firmly and pumped more quickly. Davey squirmed as his penis swelled in her hand. He could feel the softness of her skin and the hardness of her rings.

"Can you cum again?" she panted. "Hmm? Can your lovely young cock shoot another load for this old married woman before her husband catches you?"

"Oh God, yesÉ" Davey clutched at her through the trellis, his fingers brushing the sodden hair between her thighs. 

She jumped back, without releasing her hold on his dick. "Ah-ha! No touching, naughty boy. You've been a bad, wicked boy spying on us and you must do what Mummy says. Take your hands back!"

Poor, confused Davey pulled his hands back. He was completely out of his depth. He had never met anyone like this before in his young life. He had no idea what she got out of watching him while he came, but he knew what he got out of it, and he wanted more. Lust filled his whole body, converging on the newly-erect penis that now filled Joan's stroking fist.

She stepped back up to him, her lips almost touching his through the framework. Her nostrils were flared and her heavy-lidded eyes were more serious now.

"You mucky young wanker!" she hissed through her teeth, her hand moving faster and faster. "Spying on me being fucked, jacking off over me. You want to cum on me, don't you? You want to come all over this married woman!"

"OhhhÉ" was the only reply Davey could utter.

"Hush!" With one movement Joan pulled the damp panties out of her pocket, balled them up and thrust them into his mouth, gagging him. 

"MmmphÉ" The humid flavour of her wet pussy filled his nose and mouth. 

Her face was right against his. "You be a quiet boy while Joanie gives you a special treat!"

She dropped to her knees. Davey looked down awkwardly through the trellis and in the faint morning light he saw her take his stiff dick into her mouth.

He may not have been able to see it very well, but he felt it perfectly. For the first time in his life his cock was swallowed into the wet, sucking oven of a woman's mouth. 

"MMMMH!" His outburst of pleasure was muffled by the makeshift gag. Davey was in an agony of sight, smell, taste, touchÉ The damp, nylon panties leaked this lecherous woman's pussy-juice onto his tongue. He saw below him the blonde hair with its dark roots bob back and forth rapidly. Above all he felt the unbelievable liquid heat of her mouth moving rapidly up and down on his straining cock, her tongue flicking about the swollen head, the occasional scrape of her teethÉ

In a few brief seconds all of Davey's energy drained into his penis and burst out through his pee-hole. He moaned through the panties and jerked against the trellis as he shot into her mouth.

Joan made no sound as she neatly swallowed the first two jets. Then she pulled back and looked up at him, letting the remaining spurts land on her face and her tits. 

"That's it," she murmured. "Come for Mummy, you dirty boy. Give her all your wicked juice!"

When she had drained his aching cock dry she scuttled backwards, her right hand between her thighs, rubbing. Davey, weak-kneed, his whole body trembling with joyful exhaustion, watched her back up to the plastic tables and chairs at the other side of her balcony, her loose dress flapping. With mixed feelings he removed her panties from his mouth.




Balcony Scene



She sat heavily on one of the chairs, facing him, and lifted her legs over the armrests, spreading her thighs wide. Spreading her pussy wide. The early peep of sunlight illuminated her honey-milk skin, glistening with cum.

With her left hand she smeared Davey's fresh semen over her face and breasts, rubbing it right in. Meanwhile she formed the four fingers of her right hand into a column and thrust them vigorously into her flowing cunt, her thumb bouncing against her clit. Her lustful gaze never left him.

From this distance Davey could catch a few muttered words. 

"Ohhh, dirty fucker! Unngh! Spurting your creamÉ ahhÉ all over. FaceÉ titsÉ mouthÉ urrrgh"

"Joaney?" The voice came from inside the apartment.

Joan shot a warning glance at Davey, but he had already recovered his shattered wits enough to crouch down in the shadows.

The man padded onto the balcony and saw his wife in her explicit pose.

Good God, woman," he laughed, "Don't you ever get enough?"

"Fuck me, Harry," she said, simply. "Take me inside and fuck me."

"I've just had a shower, girl."

She stretched a leg out and let a foot play with his groin, beneath the robe. "Then fuck me in the shower, Harry. I'll suck it so nicely for you, make you nice and big."

"God, you'll kill me!" 

He grasped her hands and pulled her to her feet. Then he bent down and in one movement threw her over his shoulder. He slapped her on the backside as he did so, making her squeal. 

As she was carried inside Joan gave one last grin to Davey and waved a sly goodbye with her sticky fingers. Then they were gone, and Joan's giggles faded into the distance.

All alone, Davey retrieved his shorts and staggered back to bed as quietly as he could. Under the covers he clutched Joan's damp nylon panties to his nose and relived the whole bizarre experience over and over again until he fell asleep.

It was almost noon when he awoke. He could hear his parents moving around. In the bathroom he glanced down at his penis and saw smeared lipstick. It hadn't been a dream.

As he showered he wondered how he was going to react when he saw Joan and her husband again. Butterflies played in his stomach.

He dressed and went along the hallway. As he approached the balcony he saw his father sitting at the table, eating, and his mother leaning back in a chair, chatting animatedly to someone That Davey could not see on the next balcony. 'Well, here goes,' thought Davey.

His mother saw him arrive. "Well, here's Sleepy-head," she said. "I hope You're not going to spend the whole two weeks in bed."

Davey got outside and glanced as casually over the wall. Two maids were tidying the place up. He felt strangely disappointed.

"Have you met the neighbours yet?" he asked his mother.

"There's a nice young couple on that side" - she pointed at the other balcony - "and the people on this side on this side moved out early this morning. Just as well, with the noise they were making last night."

His father looked up. "I didn't hear any noise," he said.

"No, you were dead to the world as usual, snoring your head off."

"What sort of noise were they making?" asked Davey, innocently

His mother reddened. "Never you mind," she said. "I'm just glad they're gone, that's all. You should get something to eat."

Davey got some orange juice and walked to the edge of the balcony. In his mind he could see Joan gazing at him as her husband fucked her, could hear her shout "Oh, you've got a gorgeous body. I could fucking eat you right up!" He felt his cock swell beneath his shorts.

"We were planning to visit the monastery this afternoon, son," said his father, "would you like to come with us?"

Davey studied the tourists wandering along the street below him, especially the women. Lots of them, from eighteen years old to fifty. Single, married, divorced. He looked back at his father.

"No, Dad," he said, "I think I'll take a stroll around the town and see who I can meet."

AN END



Balcony Show



Alicia was lying on the bed of her 2nd floor hotel room. Rich, her husband, was gone. Her head was fuzzy. She looked at the bottles of beer and heavy booze and decided it was quite the night. Then the memory flashed across her eyes.

Yesterday. They were out on the beach yesterday. Other people were naked, some topless. Alicia refused and Rich got upset. He wasn't mad but she could tell he really wanted her to get naked in front of others. He'd made mention of it before every now and then but the guy never pursued it too hard. Maybe Alicia was too likely to turn him down.

She sat up, realized it was a bad decision, and laid back down. She reached for an open bottle of some beer or another and poured it into her open mouth. Wasn't 32 too old to be doing this? Maybe, though her husband of the same age didn't think so. She was still having fun, either way.

Suddenly, the urge to vomit ripped her stomach open. She ran to backroom, puked, and rested a few moments. Cold and on the floor, Alicia realized she did not have any clothes on. Well, Rich should see her now! Naked! But she was shivering. She crawled back to the bedroom. The bed was too high to reach in her current state. She pulled at the covers but they were too well-tucked in under the mattress. Hot sunlight streamed through the sliding glass door that led to their balcony. She crawled into the light, warmed, and closed her eyes. Slept.

Alicia woke up again, feeling much better. She was still in the sun. It was around 2:00 in the afternoon, an hour since she was up last. She got up, wobbling slightly, and walked to the bathroom. She downed a glass of water and felt immediately better. She could even feel the water hydrate her arms and legs. It was amazing.

Alicia put a robe on and looked around. Still no sign of Rich. He must be around somewhere. She walked out onto the balcony to admire the view. The beach was a long stretch of off-white soft sand. The water was a beautiful blue-green so clear, you could see to the bottom. It was perfect.

Until she noticed her husband. He was talking to two girls, younger by ten years at least. One, with long blonde hair, had large breasts and was topless. The other was red-haired and completely naked. Rich had on a bathing suit and a sleeveless t-shirt. They had his undivided attention. Alicia tried not to be angry. He had asked her to get nude on the beach and she knew he was a very visual guy. But this was right in front of her. Only 100 feet away from his sleeping wife, her husband was carrying on with two young girls. For shame!

Well, she decided, if he wants naked, he can have it. She undid the belt around her waist. The robe was small on her frame and her average-sized breasts pushed through. Warm air and sunlight hit her stomach and her shaved pussy. She wasn't used to this, standing where people could see her.

She took a breath and stepped onto the balcony.

"Richy!" she cooed at him. Several nearby heads swiveled up at the sound of her voice. A man walking just below the balcony looked up her as he walked by. She looked down at him. A shiver passed through her body as his face appeared between her breasts, staring between her legs. She fought the urge to cover up.

Rich was looking at her, pure lust in his eyes. The blonde chick with the big tits looked up at Alicia. That one was apparently upset she was losing a competition to an older, slightly less attractive woman and she wanted to make a statement. She tapped Rich on the shoulder. He turned and she said good-bye to him. The red-haired girl waved and walked towards. The blonde girl turned to leave, but spun back and pulled Rich into a hug. Her eyes met Alicia's as she pressed her bare breasts into Rich's chest. Alicia gave Rich credit, though. He broke the hug quickly and headed towards the hotel, his eyes on his wife. 

Alicia realized she was still getting attention. Both men and women were still throwing looks and glances her way. Her husband's tongue was down by his knees. And she enjoyed the feeling of attention. Without thinking, afraid she's stop herself, she pulled the robe off as fast as possible and tossed it on the ground 20 feet below.

"Oops, Rich, I dropped my robe."

She laughed merrily when Rich actually tripped over his feet and went face-first into the sand. Instincts urged her to cover up but the rush of being naked overpowered her hands. She actually shook slightly with excitement. The sun and light breeze washed over her skin. Men glanced at her continually as she stood on the balcony, exposed to the world. She could hear husband running around the building and up the metal stairs. He kicked the door in, ignoring the key, and advanced on her, hunger on his face.

She turned to face him, giving beachgoers a view of her ass. She glanced over her shoulder. Directly below her were two teenagers, standing still and staring up. She looked back at her husband and spread her feet wider. 

"Think we'll get busted if I fuck you right out here?" he asked, closing in on her.

"Yes," she said, her hand snaking inside his bathing suit, squeezing his growing erection. "Did those two sluts give you an eyeful?"

"They liked the attention. I think you do, too," he responded. He reached between her legs and his finger came away glistening. Alicia looked down. The two high school boys were still staring up at her. On her thighs were pearls of moisture. She didn't believe how wet she was. She went to wipe the juice off and her finger slid along her clit. Her hip swung at the pleasure.

"I think we'd better go in," she said, "Unless you prefer me out here." She turned and faced the water again. Rich ran inside and came back out moments later, digital camera in hand. Alicia never posed for nude pictures before, but she was too hot to say no. She leaned forward over the railing, legs spread wide and looked over her shoulder. Rich was snapping pictures like crazy. She turned back to him, showing him her body. She waved at the crowd of beachgoers and several waved back.

"Okay, let's go," she said. She shoved Rich back into the hotel room and yanked his bathing suit down. He tripped again and fell backwards onto the bed. Alicia's body followed and she landed on his legs. Immediately, her mouth covered his cock and her head bobbed up and down. Rich groaned and played with the camera. Alicia saw a red light pop on and knew he was filming. She'd never been in a sex tape either, but they were breaking barriers now. She worked for the camera, running her tongue along the bottom of Rich's dick. She deepthroated him, her lips making contact with his pelvis. She moved her head up and down in short, little bursts, fucking his dick with her throat. Her hand slid between her legs and she rubbed her own clit. She was close to exploding.

Alicia sucked Rich's dick a few seconds more, then pulled off him. He lied on his back and she climbed on top. She took his cock in her hand, positioned herself, and lowered her pussy onto him. She was so wet, he slid right in. She leaned forward, rubbing her clit hard against his lower stomach and pumping away at him. Her orgasm built within seconds. She felt Rich's stomach tighten and he cried out, his hands reaching up to cup her tits. His thumbs lightly stroked her nipples and Alicia went over the edge. Tension in her body released in an explosion of bliss. Ecstasy rippled through her body and she collapsed on top of Rich's chest. Seconds later, she rolled off him and grabbed the towel lying on the floor.

Clean-up, spent, and still breathing heavy, Rich looked at Alicia. 

"That was seriously the hottest thing you've ever done. Just thinking about it, I'm ready to fuck again. Can I post the pictures?"

She swatted his chest, shaking her head. "I guess you'll have the memory the rest of your life," she said.

There was a knock at the door.

Rich reached for Alicia's robe, lying on the bed, and threw it on the ground. His eyes went to the door.

"Care to make another?" he asked.



Balcony Shows



Veronica awoke with a start. After moving into The Marina Apartments 3 weeks earlier she still didn't feel that her new home was a "home".

The only thing that Veronica liked about her new residence was that it was located on the 3rd floor. She felt that she got more privacy on the top floor, less noise then the lower floors and she could sit out on her balcony and watch all of her neighbors coming and going without them noticing her.

Veronica was a people watcher. She enjoyed sitting on a park bench or in the mall watching as people went on with their everyday lives wondering things about them, like what they did for a living, if they were married and if they had kids. She could probably be accused of being nosy but Veronica didn't see it that way. So every morning Veronica would sit out on her balcony with her first morning cigarette watching her neighbors running off to their jobs. It was entertainment for her and with her new job not starting for another two weeks Veronica really had nothing better to do.

Veronica rolled out of bed, went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee, pulled some shorts on and grabbed her cigarettes off the night stand. She poured herself a cup of coffee and made her way out to the balcony. After settling into her chair, she looked at her watch and suddenly felt that tingling sensation between her legs that she felt every morning at this time.

7:15... within the next 5 minutes the man in the building directly across from Veronica's balcony would be leaving for work. There was something about this man that had her attention. Seeing him every morning was the high light of her day.

Veronica settled into her chair on the balcony sipping her steaming coffee and dragging hard on her first cigarette of the day. While sitting there she witnessed the lady from the first floor in the building next door dragging her screaming toddler to the car in a manner that most would say is a bit too rough for a child that age. The teenage boy from downstairs walking to the parking lot, slyly taking a cigarette from his jacket pocket, lighting it, looking around to make sure nobody saw him then continue off to school as if he had done nothing wrong. And the couple from 2 buildings away on their way to their car and arguing...just like they did every morning. It amazed Veronica that people could be so unhappy but stay together anyways.

7:19...that spot between her legs got all tingly again and Veronica felt silly. She wondered if it was anticipation or if she really was excited at the thought of watching a complete stranger walk from his apartment to his car. She knew nothing about this man except that he went to work at about 7:20am Monday thru Friday, wore a suit to work and carried a briefcase. Because she had never talked to him Veronica could only speculate on what he did for a living. She had always had a thing for lawyers and him dressed up in a suit everyday carrying a briefcase reminded her of a lawyer. With nothing to go on she would often fantasize that the man from across the way was some hot shot lawyer.

7:23am came and went. And so did 7:25, 7:30 and 7:35. Veronica realized that he probably wasn't going to work and couldn't help but feel a little let down. Again she felt a little silly but couldn't help feeling let down.

Veronica started to rise to go in and take a shower when she heard a noise from across the way. As she slid slowly back down in her chair she realized that the noise she heard was "his" sliding glass door being slid open. Veronica held her breath and slid down lower into her chair hoping not to catch his eye.

And then suddenly there he was, standing on his balcony with no shirt on smoking a cigarette.

Damn, he was so gorgeous and sexy. Short black hair cut up over his ears and collar, sideburns, and muscles in all the right places. On more than one occasion after seeing him go to his car to head off to work Veronica would go take a shower and think of him. She would lather up her body with soap and caress her most intimate spots. Swirling her fingers over her soapy nipples until they were erect, sliding her soapy fingers along her pussy lips and rubbing her clit...the entire time thinking of him. 

Veronica could feel the dampness between her legs. She slowly rubbed her thumb over her pussy lips on the outside of her shorts. She had lowered herself so far down in the chair that her knees were up to her breasts and she almost couldn't see him. Watching him take deep drags off his cigarette, Veronica became more aroused.

Veronica couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take his hard throbbing cock into her mouth. Taking every inch of his manhood to the back of her throat. His thrusts getting harder and faster the closer he gets to cumming. Then, with one final thrust and a moan he would fill her mouth with his sweet juices, grabbing the back of her head and ramming his big cock down her throat until every last drop of cum is in her mouth.

Thinking of this made Veronica want to touch her pussy, to feel how wet she was. Since the balcony wall was high enough to hide most of her Veronica decided that it would be ok to slide her shorts down a little bit. She slid them down a bit and opened her wet pussy to the cold morning air. Right away she stuck 2 fingers in her pussy. She was sopping wet and rubbed her juices all over her pussy and clit. She started to caress her clit with one hand and tweak her nipple with the other hand never once taking her eyes off the man across the way. He still hadn't noticed that she was there.

She imagined riding him, his big hard cock deep inside her wet pussy. Her titties bouncing every time she grinded down on his shaft. Taking in every inch of his girth while he rubbed her throbbing clit. Finally cumming together, him filling her with his hot sticky cum.

Without realizing it Veronica had began to rub her clit harder and faster, letting her fingers wander to her pussy hole rubbing her juices all over her pussy.

Veronica had gotten so into pleasing her pussy that she hadn't noticed that the man across the way had sat down and was reading a newspaper. She continued to massage and caress her pussy bringing herself to the brink of orgasm many times. As she rubbed between her legs she always kept one eye on him and the other on her hand rubbing and caressing her clit and pussy lips.

Veronica couldn't take it anymore. She began to circle around her clit with her fingers. Four fingers went deep into her pussy bringing out pussy juice that she rubbed on her clit. Her fingers worked faster and harder. She was banging her pussy hard now, sticking four fingers in again.

She felt like her clit was about to explode. She stuck the fingers from her left hand deep into her puss and starting finger fucking it. Her right hand was rubbing her clit so fast...faster...so good...hard...so hard...harder...harder!!!!

Veronica let out a soft moan and came all over her fingers. She continued to rub her clit and finger her pussy until her orgasm was over. She could feel the walls of her hot wet pussy throbbing as she came.

As the throbbing in her pussy started to die down Veronica all of a sudden realized that she had forgotten all about "him". When she looked up she was horrified to see that he had been watching her the entire time. Veronica stood up, slid up her shorts and ducked into her apartment vowing to never step foot outside again for fear that she would meet up with him face to face. 

The next morning Veronica made a point of not going out for her morning cigarette on the balcony until 7:45. By that time he would have surely left for work. 

When she stepped out onto the balcony she was completely shocked and embarrassed to see him sitting out on his balcony. He smiled at Veronica and proceeded to give her an encore performance of the balcony show she had given him the day before.

A year later and Veronica still hasn't ever talked to or met her fantasy man face to face but that doesn't bother her one bit. She is perfectly content giving AND receiving balcony shows whenever the mood strikes.



Balcony Wine



Wine, a balcony and a sheer robe bring Sidney and Danielle together.

One summer evening after I got home from a date, I was feeling very relaxed, we had a nice evening but were not ready to add sex to the relationship yet, this was his choice.

After he left, as I got ready for bed, I poured another glass of wine, undressed and slipped a sheer wrap-around robe on.

I lived on the second floor, in an apartment complex with my balcony overlooking the pool and courtyard, with other apartments across the courtyard. At this time of night there was no one out there, because the pool was closed. I walked out on to my balcony and sat on my lounger. I was very relaxed and with the warm night breeze caressing me I began to fantasize, and as I did I was playing with my nipples. I would dip my finger in the wine and let it drip onto my erect nipples, then I would massage them and suck my fingers. Since it was hot and I was basically naked, I also began to drip wine on my mound and play with my clitoris. I was already wet, and discovered that I liked the taste of me and wine, after reaching orgasm a couple of times I began to feel I was being watched. I continued to enjoy the night air, spreading my legs wide, and looking around to see if there was anyone watching.

As I got up to go inside, my robe fell off and slid to the ground below. I leaned over the balcony railing to see where it had fallen to and was surprised to see the most gorgeous redhead woman looking up at me. She took a couple of steps off her patio, at this point she could see every inch of my front. She said that her name was Danielle, and if I would like, she would bring it up to me, I said sure, thanks. 

It seemed like only seconds and there was a knock on my door, I figured what the hell she has already seen everything I have so I went to the door naked except for a wine glass. I never expected what was waiting for me on the other side of the door, there was Danielle, wearing nothing but my robe.

I invited her in, poured her a glass of wine, freshened mine, and we sat down and started to talk. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, fire red hair just past her shoulders, and green eyes. I could not keep my eyes off of her body, marvelous breasts, and a thick patch of red between her legs. When we sat down, she had picked the couch, while I was in a chair, after her second glass of wine, she stretched, laid down and dripped some wine on her breasts. She said that if I wanted to I could lick it off, I was on her so fast I almost spilled my wine. I licked and sucked each nipple, then moved up to her mouth, searching every part of it with my tongue. We were both very hot, kissing and playing with each others' nipples, I had been on top of her, but she quickly switched positions and began to move down my body kissing all the way. As she danced her tongue around my nipples, I thought I would explode, but she stopped and moved her head down to my pussy. I spread my legs so that she could get her tongue where ever she wanted. She knew just what and how hard to lick and soon I came. I lay back exhausted, she said that she hoped that she was better than my earlier solo times. As I looked past my breasts and over my pussy to her gorgeous face I could only say thank you.

She sat up and I refilled our wine glasses, I started to paint on her breasts with the wine and then lick them clean. I took her hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom, stopping just inside the door to kiss. She lay down on the bed and I could resist her thick red patch no longer, she tasted so good. As my tongue worked her clitoris, I moved my hands to her breasts. Her nipples were so big, she was close to coming. She began to arch her back pushing my face further into her pussy, her legs began to tighten around my head, and her hands in my hair kept me on that magic spot. It seemed that she came forever, finally releasing me, I was so wet and hot that I wanted her to go down on me again, instead she drew my face to hers and we kissed, long and deep. Her fingers eased in my dripping pussy, she began to draw on my breasts with my juice, going back for more to draw with, finally having me come and fill her hand which she wiped on my face and then slowly, and ever so gently cleaned me.

I was so exhausted and satiated that all I could do was put my head on her breasts, a nipple in my mouth, a hand in her magnificent mound, and fall asleep.

I realized that this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.