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The Balcony Ch. 01

By: MaxiJ



Please if you liked my story let me know, I love feedback on all that I write. Also don't forget to vote. Watch out for The Balcony (Her Story)... see what happenes when the women finally meet.

The Balcony Ch. 01: His Story

The phone is ringing as I walk in the front door after my morning walk. I wonder who is calling so early in the morning. When I say hello a very sexy voice answers me. 

“Alone this morning Jane?”

Only you would be so bold as to call the house knowing my husband might answer. 

“Yes sweetie.” I reply. 

“Can you get away tonight?”

The question alone tingles me. 

"Yes darling, I will be alone all night.”

“Good! I will pick you up at 7. Oh and Jane?” Suddenly your voice goes deep and dangerous sounding.

“Wear something sexy Jane. For me!” 

As you hang up I am shuddering. The orgasm that hit me was a strong one. It’s amazing that you can do that to me. I fly to my closet and find exactly what I want. I have a dress hanging in the back that is still in the bag I bought it in. I have never been bold enough to wear it. It is black silk that clings to my body. It enhances my breasts with the deep V neckline. Thin spaghetti straps and the back fall all the way to the base of my spine. It is so low that you will wonder what is keeping it on me. Which also means I cannot wear a bra with it…That makes me smile cause I know you will like that. I saw this dress and knew that I had to have it… I knew that the one person who would appreciate it would be you. 

When you arrive you take my breath away. So handsome in your suit. As you step in the door you look past me and I step back. 

“What?”

I turn and notice that you were looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror. You reach for me and kiss me so passionately.

“Lovely Jane, just lovely”

I am so glad I pleased you. We head outside and get in the Lexus. I do so love this car. I smile when I remember the time we were very late getting to dinner one night. I smile and touch you. You seem to know and say 

“Reservations tonight Jane. I want you on the dance floor.” 

I lean over and kiss you. The drive is long but filled with such wonderful conversation that the time flies. We arrive at the upscale restaurant and the young man who opens my door appreciates my bare long legs as he helps me from the car. You toss him the keys and place your hand on my lower back as we walk inside. The lighting and music are soft as the matre’d show us to our table. You order our drinks and ask if I would like to order our meal or dance. I choose dancing as I want your hands on me and we fit so well together. 

As we head to the floor I accidentally bump into another woman. Beautiful, blond and so sophisticated touch her arm surprised at the instant flow of heat I feel from touching her. Her eyes widen as she also feels it. I apologize and she touches my hand on her arm and reassures me that it is not a problem. Her finger trails down my arm to my fingers. So much communication in a simple touch. Something happened in that second but what I will have to think of later. My focus is now on you. She smiles and watches as we move to the dance floor. We sway to the music and I look in your eyes when I tell you I love dancing with you.

“You look gorgeous tonight babe. So sexy!”

I smile and slide my body closer to you. I feel you getting hard against the thinness of my dress. My nipples are hard as I rub them against you. As the music ends you whisper in my ear that there is a balcony outside that I might enjoy. 

You lead me through the French doors and the view is breathtaking. The balcony is well protected and has a marble railing. The music starts again and we dance our bodies so close and your hands slide down my back to rub my ass. My hands are around your neck and in your hair. I lift my mouth for a kiss. Your tongue finds mine and we taste each other. I love your mouth. So soft and gentle at times. So hard and rough at others. Your hands and mouth have me wanting you so much. You sense my needs and move your mouth to my neck and my body instantly responds. You slide the dress strap down my arm and whisper that we have the balcony to ourselves and as the strap falls my breast is released and your mouth finds the very hard nipple. I moan as your hot mouth begins to suck on it, biting it. 

You back me up to the railing and I reach for your belt. Your moan energizes me and I undo the zipper and slip my hand in to grasp you. Your hand goes under my dress and you slip my panties down. I step out of them and you lift my dress and sit me on the top of the railing. I arch back as you insert a finger in me and I grasp your shoulders. My moan against your mouth has you moving your thumb against my clit. I grind my hips against your hand. My legs open wide and your fingers open my lips. 

“Oh my god.“ I whisper as you bend down and begin to lick my clit. Your fingers slide in and out of me, deep. I am so into your touch that neither of us hear the door open and see the blond woman I bumped earlier enter the balcony. She stands back and watches as I hold on to you as I ride your fingers and mouth. Your mouth is making me wild. You fuck my pussy with your tongue and my breath becomes shorter and shallower. 

A slight sound behind you opens my eyes to see a pair of beautiful blue eyes looking at me. The blond is standing in the shadows, her back against the building. She is so beautiful. Tall like me, but slightly more slender. Her eyes lock with mine and she knows she is watching something special. I watch as she caresses her breasts through her blouse, and her hips are moving like mine move against you. She looks so sexy standing there playing with herself. Her fingers slide down to lift the hem of her short skirt and slip her finger under the leg of her panties. Arching against her own hand her hips begin to thrust. Her chest is heaving as she begins to pinch her nipples. I moan and you move your fingers faster in me. I watch her, watching us and I have such an ache of desire I pull you up to me. 

“Please!“ I beg. 

You lower your pants and briefs and you slide in with one smooth thrust. I wrap my legs around you and meet you thrust for thrust. My eyes are drawn again to the woman. She is moving to the same rhythm as we. Her fingers moving wildly against her pussy. I know what she is feeling as I feel it with you. You are thrusting hard in me, faster and faster. Oh god, it feels good! I feel my climax building and I know you are so close. As I feel the first of your hot cum hitting me, the darkness overwhelms me and your mouth catches the scream of your name. 

I enjoy the sensations running through my body. As my body begins to come down and your thrusts slow down, I sneak a peak at the blond. She also had the look of a good climax and we smile at each other. Sharing a secret, together. I lean into you and kiss your lips. 

“You are so good to me love.” I whisper. 

Your smile tells me you are pleased with my words. The click of the door has your head whip around and you take me down off the wall. I fix my self as you slide your pants up. I reach for my panties and your fingers stop me. I raise my eyebrow and again that smile. As we go inside I excuse myself and head for the ladies room to clean up. The blond is in there. I smile and ask her if she enjoyed herself? Surprised that I do not seem to mind that she watched, she answers, 

“Yes very much!” 

“Good! I’m glad! My name is Jane. Are you here alone?”

“I am now.” she answers. “My date left me, that is why I went outside. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

I assured her that she didn’t. I show her my concern over being left behind by touching her arm and again that instant heat. I ask if she is ok. She covers my hand with hers and squeezes it gently stroking her finger on the top of my hand in a very bold move.

“I’m Julia. And yes thank you, I will be just fine.” 

I smile at her and surprised that I am so reluctant to leave her, I head out back to the table. I wonder if I should tell you that we were watched and I think I will keep that little secret for a while. My smile is mysterious as you greet me with a kiss. 


“Everything alright babe?”

“Yes except I am a little bit airy.” 

You laugh as you realize that I am again wanting my panties. You reach in your pocket but come up empty handed. You look confused and search the other. I begin to laugh when I suddenly guess that you lost them. That catches me as funny. I stop you as you start to get up to go back outside.

“It doesn’t matter love.” 

Feeling so lighthearted for some odd reason, I slip my shoe off and slide it up your leg. My bare foot finds your cock and your hands begin to shake. The waiter comes over to ask if we are ready to order. You tell him that we will not be ordering dinner to just bring the check. My foot rubs you a little harder to show my approval. I see Julia and she is heading to our table. Oh oh! I might have to tell you now…I slip my foot back in my shoe.

“Pardon me for interrupting but I have something you dropped outside, I thought one of you might need them.” 

Your face turns so many shades of red as she hands you my lace underwear. I burst out in laughter at your reaction and she leans into me and lightly kisses me as she hands me a business card. 

“Thank you Jane. I would love to finish what we started. Call me.”

We both watch as she walks away. I look at you and it is hard to read your reaction. 

“What the hell was that about? What is she talking about? Finish what?”

Oh boy! So many question pouring from your lips. 

“I will” I promise, “but can we do it on our way to your place?”

You take my elbow and we walk outside to the car. I explain what happened while we drive to your condo and you are in a reflective mood when we arrive. I kiss you when we step inside and I want you back to your normal self. I don’t know how to handle this new you. You didn’t mind knowing we were watched but something is bothering you.

“Tell me what your thinking. Please? Your kind of scaring me” 

You walk over to the windows and open them letting in the cool breeze of the ocean. I walk behind you, wrapping my arms around your middle and lean my cheek against your back. I ask again, 

“What darling? What is it?” 

“Are you thinking about calling her?” 

Oh my, not jealous of a woman are you baby? Or is it something else? I cannot figure it out. So I tell the truth. I step around to the front of you and you wrap your arms around me. I look up at you and answer. 

“I don‘t honestly know love, but I won’t lie when I say I have thought of what it would be like to be with another woman. But I need to be so very sure before I do.”

“I think you would like it Jane, you are such a passionate woman and have much to offer anyone.”

Well that is not what I was expecting to hear from you so when you turn to me and look at me I kiss you. In my ear I hear 

“But Jane,” as your arms tighten on my hard, “I want to watch, when you get together with her.” 

Ohh my god. That made my stomach clench and my pussy pound. My arms tighten on you and my mouth sends you a promise of letting you do just that. It is only fair after all. She watched us.

But now I am with you and my mind is on you as I slip your jacket off your shoulders. Your hands on my neck with your fingers in my hair. I tilt my head for your lips. I undo your tie and begin to unbutton your shirt. Your hands begin to remove my straps but I step back. I want you naked first. Your shirt falls off of you and my fingers touch you everywhere as I begin to so slowly remove your belt. Slowly pulling it from the loops. Lightly tapping your ass with it as it also falls to the floor. I am having so much fun and by the size of your cock I know you also love to be undressed by me. Being extremely careful with the zipper I pull those pants and briefs down and off of you. So beautiful standing there naked in front of me. I again step out of your reach and leave you to turn on the stereo. Soft music filters through the room. You are laying on the bed when I return and I begin to dance for you. Teasing you, as I slowly shimmy the dress down my body. As I sway to the music, my hands touch my breasts. Rubbing them. Squeezing them. I moan softly as I pull on the nipples.

“Come here Jane.” 

I hear from the bed and I slide up between your legs. I have other plans for you yet. I feel so sexy and you are so hard and ready for me. My mouth licks the head of your cock and as I hold it steady with my hand I blow on it. 

“Open your eyes for me love.” I whisper. 

I hear a sharp intake of air as you watch yourself disappear in my mouth. Watching me still, as I slide off and then slide back on, sucking harder each time I do. Your hands move to my head and you begin to thrust your hips up. So deep in my mouth that I don’t think I can take much more as you slide all the way in. I take your balls in my hand and begin to squeeze and pull. In and out your cock slides, faster and faster. IN and OUT. My mouth is wild on you. 

Your balls begin to swell in my hand and suddenly you pull out of my mouth. You pull me to the edge of the bed as you stand in front of me. Holding my ankles and spreading my legs wide you enter me with one smooth fast thrust. I moan when you then pull out soooo slowly. My mouth has made you so very hard. Several short stokes, then one long hard thrust. Tightening my muscles around you brings a smile. Squeezing you hard as you slide out brings us both pleasures. Over and over, you slide in and out of me. Finding the right rhythm and my g-spot my moans get louder, my breath shorter. When your thumb finds my clit I explode into a thousand lights. 

Screaming for you, I feel as your cock swells and the lights fade as you thrust harder and faster. Faster and faster you slam. IN OUT. IN OUT. Your balls slapping my ass. Your thumb moving faster as I feel the climax rebuilding and as you thrust one last hard thrust I feel your hot cum shooting it me. My body again explodes around you and my hot cum mixes with yours and my muscles contract around you. Holding you, squeezing you as the last of your cum enters me. Your groan of pleasure tells me it was good. 

You slowly withdraw and lay next to me on the bed. Talking me in your arms, you hold me tight. You kiss me as my body begins to descend from that climax high. Kissing softly, rubbing gently as my spasms begin to slow. I cuddle in your arms and let my whole body relax into slumber. I am safe, with you, in your arms. My last thought is of waking up next to you and beginning it all over again. I smile and purr.

Now read her story.....

Written by Jane …. 06/02

The Balcony Ch. 01



Ken woke up feeling a little bleary but otherwise good. He threw the covers back and made his way to the bathroom with his eyes half closed from sleepiness. He stumbled and yelped when the cat scurried just inches in front of his feet as he rounded the corner. When he recovered his balance he shot an irritated glance the cat's way only to see her sitting placidly in the doorway to the living room, regarding him with her bright green eyes.

He mumbled to himself and continued toward the bathroom to urinate. As he did he felt the cat rub against the backs of his calves purring happily. He frowned and looked down to see her staring at him expectantly.

He knew the drill.

He flushed and then went to the kitchen and fished the cat food out from the cupboard under the counter. The cat had followed him and now stood beside her bowl waiting impatiently. Ken snickered and scooped a cup of kibble from the bag and transferred it to the bowl, then picked up her water dish and rinsed and refilled it. The cat buried her nose into her dish and ate hungrily, purring softly as she did.

He grabbed a coffee can from the upper cupboard and scooped some coffee grinds into a paper filter. He placed the filter into the machine, added water and then set the coffee machine to brew.

That done, he sighed and tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes, blinking once or twice on his way to the bathroom to get his day started. He brushed his teeth and showered. He toweled himself off and then made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. He went though the living room and stopped when he reached the balcony doors.

He slid the door open and stepped naked into the morning sunlight. He closed his eyes and turned his face toward the sun, reveling in the warmth as it seeped into his skin. He laid his coffee cup on the patio table and stretched.

At fifty years of age, Ken would by no means be considered buff. He didn't exercise and his diet was not the best. Consequently his body, although relatively healthy, was not what you would call eye candy. His belly was too large and his posture didn't do anything to help with his external image. Still he was happy with his lifestyle and didn't worry overmuch about his sexual appeal. 

And so there he stood, naked to the world, reaching his arms over his head and grunting as he stretched in the morning light. He heard a light gasp and he turned with alarm to see his neighbor staring at him in shock, her hand held up to her open mouth and her eyes wide. The crosshatched cedar panel that separated the two balconies offered a degree of privacy but they could clearly see each other through the spaces between the wood strips.

She appeared to be a little over half Ken's age and had long black hair that fell in ringlets past her shoulders and almost half way down her back. It looked damp and a little unkempt so he guessed that she too had just stepped out of the shower. She was wearing a blue linen dressing gown that fell almost to her knees with a belt loosely tied at her hips. Ken wasn't sure but he thought she was east European from the brief encounters they'd had in the past.

Without a word he turned and hurried back into his apartment thinking furiously about what effect this might have on his relationship with his neighbor. Until now they had nodded greetings in the hall and occasionally exchanged a few words about the weather on their way in or out of the building. Beyond that, he knew nothing about her nor did she know anything about him.

He dressed quickly, wondering whether his neighbor would complain to the landlord. He wondered too how he would react if she did complain. It was only 7:30 in the morning and he couldn't have expected her to be on the balcony at that time; he wasn't intentionally flashing her after all. 

He returned to the balcony and retrieved his coffee which was mostly cold by now. He scowled and dumped it down the drain and poured the remainder of the coffee from the machine into his car cup. He grabbed his briefcase and hurried out the door and turned toward the elevator. He walked quickly, staring at the floor as he went and looked up at as he arrived at the elevator door to see his neighbor looking at him with a shy smile.

Ken blinked and tried to hide his surprise. They had shared the elevator trip down on their way to work before, but it didn't happen often. 

"Morning," he mumbled, then looked down at the floor again.

"Good morning," she replied and then looked away.

There was about a thirty-second wait for the elevator to arrive but it felt like forever to Ken who was still trying to sort through the events of the morning in his mind. As the door finally opened he made up his mind on how he should handle the situation.

"I'm sorry," he said as he stood aside for her to enter the car before him. "I had no idea anyone would be out there this morning and I was just enjoying the morning sun."

She smiled as she pushed the button for the ground floor.

"It's okay," she said shyly. "I don't often go out there first thing in the day. I wanted to enjoy the morning sun too. I guess I got to enjoy something else too!"

She giggled softly as she said it making Ken blush a little bit. He frowned briefly and then looked her in the eye.

"I'm just glad you weren't offended," he said. "I wouldn't want you running to the landlord to complain about the pervert who lives next door."

She laughed out loud then and touched his arm lightly.

"Don't worry," she said. "I won't complain. You have a right to privacy and I invaded it by mistake. I should be apologizing to you."

Ken nodded his thanks and then the elevator doors opened and they walked to the parking garage together. 

"It's going to be hot and humid again today," he said as they stepped through the main door.

"I love it!" she said with a grin. "Maybe I should consider going naked on my balcony too! The weather is perfect for it."

"I think I'd enjoy that," Ken said with a laugh. "It would sure make my day!"

"So you've made my day too!" she said. "See you later."

Ken grinned and continued to his car, images of seeing her naked on the balcony drifting through his mind as he walked. By the time he opened his car door he was fully erect as he wondered what she looked like without the blue dressing gown.

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The next day was Saturday and Ken slept in. He fed the cat and made coffee and stood at his closed balcony door for a few minutes staring out at the street below. He returned to the kitchen and poured some coffee and then returned to the balcony door. He considered grabbing a robe before opening the door but decided not to.

He opened the door and leaned forward to peak toward his neighbor's balcony. He didn't see her and so he stepped out gingerly, watching carefully toward the cedar panel for any sign of movement. Seeing none, he settled into the chair and placed his coffee beside him. 

It was already almost 9:00 am so he knew he was taking something of a chance. He decided that what she had said was right; he had a right to his privacy and if he wanted to sit naked in the sun while he drank his coffee, it was his business and no one else's.

He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes as the sun warmed his skin. He took a sip from his coffee and then stood up to stretch. He reached up as high as he could and turned back and forth to stretch his back too.

"Good morning," he heard her say.

Ken gave a start and then looked over at her and smiled thinly.

"Good morning," he replied.

"Beautiful day isn't it?" she said sipping from her own coffee.

She had her elbows against the rail and was leaning forward slightly as she looked below at the people going about their business. She was wearing her linen robe belted loosely at her waist once more and she looked at Ken and smiled.

Ken stood with his arms at his side and returned her stare trying to be as nonchalant as she appeared to be. 

"You know," he said, "I never did get your name. My name is Ken."

She smiled brightly and extended her hand in formal greeting.

"Pleased to meet you Ken," she said. "I'm Katia."

Ken moved forward slowly and gripped her hand to shake it. He had to admit, it felt very odd to be shaking someone's hand while he was naked. It was even weirder to be shaking the hand of an attractive girl he just met while he was naked and she was watching him with virtually no concern. Her smile didn't dissipate at all; in fact it may have grown wider.

"You're from Russia?" he asked.

"Ukraine," she said as she released his hand. "Almost the same; only the country people still speak Ukrainian. In the city we're all Russian with Ukrainian names."

Ken nodded and wandered back to his patio table to grab his coffee cup and was debating whether he should return to the rail or take his seat to preserve at least some of his modesty. As he decided, he looked over his shoulder to see her staring intently at his bum. He blinked in surprise and then decided that he would likely be doing the same if their roles were reversed.

"I wish I had the courage," she said, blushing slightly when he turned to face her once more.

"Courage?" he asked, "for what?"

She pointed down in the general direction of his genitals and blushed again.

"To do that," she said, "to go naked out here. Back home they have nude beaches and no one thinks much about it. Here..." she shrugged and frowned. "Here's it's a big deal and a naked girl draws a lot of attention."

Ken shrugged and nodded in agreement.

"It's a big deal for me to go naked too," he said. "That's why I was afraid of you reporting me to the landlord; or worse, to the police."

"I wouldn't do that," she said. "If I didn't like it I would tell you myself."

"You're right though," he said. "If a woman goes naked she does get a lot of attention; especially if they look like you do."

She smiled in surprise and cocked her head to one side.

"What do you mean?" she said.

"Well," Ken said as he blushed right down to his chest. "I think seeing you naked would get a lot of people excited."

She looked down and giggled, pointing at his cock.

"People like you, you mean?" she asked.

Ken looked down and saw with dismay that he had allowed his imagination to run away with him again. 

Flaccid, his cock was small and stubby, no more than an inch or so in length and surrounded by reddish blond hair. Beneath his over large stomach it looked tiny and pitiful; something that was hardly deserving of the name penis. Now it was beginning to stir as he thought about what Katia might look like naked. It was a little over four inches in length and was pulsing slightly as the blood began to engorge it.

He blushed and turned away and then disappeared through his balcony door. He went to the shower and tried to wash away his embarrassment. After a long time under the spray he dried himself off and then did his best to forget the whole incident.

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Saturday night Ken returned home from the pub. He'd had a few drinks, not so much that he couldn't drive himself home, and was now standing on his balcony dressed only in loose track shorts. 

Aside from this morning's incident on the balcony, it had been a pretty uneventful day and now he was just savoring the muggy heat that seemed to radiate up from the street below. 

Suddenly the lights went out for as far as the eye could see. From here and there he heard gasps of surprise. He also heard the sound of squealing brakes and he looked down to see a car screeching to a halt at the corner. The driver looked cautiously from side to side and then proceeded slowly through the now-dark traffic lights.

It was after 1:00 am so Ken knew that most people wouldn't even know the power had failed until they woke up to find their digital clocks blinking. A few stragglers on the sidewalks passed by the building, most of them drunk enough to find the situation amusing.

Without lights, the city could not be seen except for when cars passed with their headlights shining. Even then, very little of that light made its way to the sixth floor balcony were Ken was.

"Everything looks different when the lights go out doesn't it?" he heard Katia say.

He looked to his right and saw her silhouette outlined against the glass of her balcony doors. 

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked.

"I only just came out after I heard that car," she said.

Ken watched her as she approached the balcony rail and noticed she was wearing something different; it was a white nightdress with large buttons going from her neck to her knees, but none of them were fastened. Instead she had the robe tied at her waist and it hung loosely on her willowy frame.

She leaned out over the rail briefly to look below and then stood with her hands on the rail, her upper torso bent forward and her bum thrust out behind her. One of her legs was bent at the knee and her foot moved idly from side to side as she gazed into the darkness. 

Ken watched her intently as he noticed her nightdress had fallen open slightly. He could see the curve of one breast as she leaned forward and she turned to him and smiled.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you this morning," she said. "I didn't think you'd run away after I saw... well, you know; after I saw it growing."

Ken blushed in response, though Katia could not see it.

"It's a perfectly natural response you know," she said.

She shifted her position and brought her right foot forward to rest on the lower rail. Her knee pushed the flap of her nightdress open and Ken felt his heartbeat quicken as he saw a flash of black at the top of her thigh. He looked up, trying to focus on her face and noticed that her robe had fallen a little further open. He could now see her entire breast, the mole-like nipple standing up proud on the tip of it, the curve a wonderful silhouette against the white of her nightdress. It looked like a generous C-cup and he could feel his cock stir as he stared.

"It wouldn't be natural if it didn't respond, you know?" she said, leaning forward again to look down to the street. She straightened and then backed up until her arms were stretched out straight and her torso was almost parallel to the floor. She leaned backward further, stretching the muscles in her arms as she held on to the rail and then stood up straight again.

Ken couldn't help himself; he saw now that the belt was still tied at her waist but her nightdress was now open to reveal a couple of inches of her bare midriff. Her nipples were covered but the valley between her breasts was almost entirely exposed. The nightdress fell just across her pubis, covering all of it except for a tuft of black hair at the top of her right thigh. Ken knew that even the slightest motion of her left leg would push the nightdress open further, showing even more of her mound.

"I told you I didn't have the courage," she said with a rueful smile. "It's only the wine that's made me able to do this much." She said as she turned and pointed to a half empty wine glass on her patio table.

Ken followed her pointing finger to the wine glass and then looked back to see that her nightdress was now fully open. The belt had come untied and dangled at her sides. Her pussy, covered in jet black hair, showed clearly between the flaps of her nightdress and one breast was entirely exposed, the nipple puckered and hard.

His cock inflated to its full size and pushed the front of his track shorts out. She looked down at the bulge and her hand went to her breast and pinched the nipple almost of its own volition.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you this morning," she said again.

"That's okay," he replied as he continued to stare at her body. 

"Do you like it?" she asked.

She put one foot forward and thrust her chest toward him; somehow still managing to seem demure as she did so.

"It's beautiful!" he said.

"Thank you," she said. "I liked seeing you too."

"Me?" he said in surprise. "I'm an old man! I don't even have a flat stomach or a big cock!"

"It looks pretty big right now," she said, pointing at the front of his shorts.

"Oh," he said uneasily.

"It's okay that it's hard," she said. "I'd be concerned if it wasn't hard. There might be something wrong with me if it wasn't hard!"

"There's definitely nothing wrong with you," he said quietly as he continued to stare at her.

"I was actually wondering about that from when I first saw you," she said. "It looked so small when I saw it both yesterday morning and this morning. I wondered if it got bigger."

"Oh," he said.

"Now I see that it does," she said with a giggle. "Would you like some wine?"

Ken stammered a response but she was already inside. She returned a moment later, her nightdress flowing out behind her as she walked, holding a bottle of red wine and an empty glass. She filled it half way and then studied him with a grin.

"If you want this," she said smiling, "you have to remove your shorts."

Ken smiled back at her, his eyes roving over her breasts and pussy, and hooked his thumbs in his waistband.

"You too," he said. "Take off the robe."

She smiled and placed her glass on the table beside her. She reached for the flaps of her nightdress at her shoulders and paused.

"I told you I didn't have the courage," she said.

"I'll loan you some of mine," he said and pulled his shorts to the floor and then stepped out of them. 

He straightened and his erect cock bobbed slightly as he stepped toward the cedar panel separating their balconies. She watched him and she pursed her lips for a moment trying to decide what to do.

She looked at him again, her eyes dropping to the cock she had only seen flaccid until now. It was pulsing and was probably six and half inches in length. What made it very impressive was its girth. The head had to be at least two and a half inches in diameter and she could see a drop of precum glistening at his pee hole.

She shrugged out of her nightdress and hung it over the balcony chair. She picked up the two wine glasses and walked slowly toward the cedar panel to meet Ken at the railing.

"I'm not feeling very brave," she said as she handed him his wine. "In fact, I'm terrified!"

"No one can see up here even when the streetlights are on," he said. "They certainly can't see up here now."

"My heart is pounding from fear," she said. "Feel it!"

She pulled his hand to her left breast and Ken's own heart seemed to skip a beat.

"Can you feel it?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "It's wonderful!"

He gently squeezed her tit, his fingers curling around her nipple and pinching it softly. Katia sighed and leaned her shoulder against the cedar panel. Ken felt her weight against the panel at his shoulder and he playfully toyed with her nipple. Mole-like in appearance when she wasn't excited, it was now almost twice its original size and was obviously very sensitive judging by the sighs and moans she made.

Almost imperceptibly, he felt her small hand close around his cock. Her touch was so gentle he had to look down to see it before he knew for sure she was holding it. She moved her hand back and forth slowly, her fingers forming a ring around his shaft. She began to seep up her stroking as he continued to play with her nipple. He pinched it and she gasped sharply. He caressed her tit with his hand and then went back to her nipple, squeezing it between his straightened fingers as they cupped her breast. She was now stroking his cock expertly, gathering up the precum from his pee hole and smearing it onto her hand and then stroking his shaft until his own fluids coated his cock from root to tip. She stroked harder and faster as he caressed her breast and began chanting to him breathlessly as he stroked her.




The Balcony Ch. 01



"Yes, like that," she said. "Just like that; I'm close, I'm going to cum. I'm really close!"

Ken groaned and her hand felt almost like a pussy; slimy with his own precum she worked her hand back and forth bringing him to the edge. She was panting with her own need and was desperately trying to make him cum too. She pressed her wineglass against her pubis, grinding her clitoris against the rim of her glass, and then she groaned as quietly as she could. Her orgasm was slow to build and slow to release. She redoubled her efforts on his cock until she felt the first shot of semen splatter against her hand. She groaned even louder then as her own orgasm blossomed from the feel of his warm sperm spattering over her wrist and arm.

She opened her eyes after a moment and looked down to see the world going on as it was before; no one was pointing their way or yelling out catcalls and she relaxed. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs and was still holding his cock in her hand as it softened. She smiled warmly at Ken.

"No one saw us," she said.

"Not a soul!" he said.

"I always liked this balcony," she said. "Now I have even more reason to like it."



The Balcony Ch. 01



Each day he walked past her house on the way home from work, heading for his apartment near the bottom of the hill. She lived on the second floor, and seemed to spend most of her time in the afternoons on her balcony facing the street, as she was there almost every nice day. Sometimes she was carefully watering her flowers, others, sitting at a small round table, reading or sipping what appeared to be iced tea. On hot afternoons it looked awfully good, and so did she. Often he could faintly hear the sound of a radio playing, usually smooth Latin jazz. Occasionally she was hanging over the balcony railing, peering up or down the street. That seemed odd, since it is a very quiet street with very little going on. He was usually the only pedestrian in sight. But he enjoyed that view of her because he could see her breasts hanging slightly as she leaned, obviously very well developed, under the tee shirt or tank top she usually wore. 

Not once did she ever make eye contact with him or even seem to notice his presence, though he walked directly beneath her. Since the street went down a fairly steep hill, he could see directly onto the balcony most of the way down the walk, until he was 60 feet or so from the house. There was only a wrought iron railing surrounding it, offering a complete view from the floor up. The days he enjoyed the most were the ones she sunned herself on the chaise at the far end of the balcony, lying flat and seemingly oblivious to anything on the street, even though it offered a direct view of her for those that might care to look. He cared to look very much. She was never naked, but always wore either a light teal or hot pink bikini on those days, and appeared to be well oiled up for protection from the sun. Since she could not see him then, he could stare as much and as long as he wanted, and of course his pace always slowed considerably. 

Sometimes she was face up, wearing an eye shade, her breasts standing firm under the little patches of cloth. Other days she was face down, always with her legs spread slightly so he could see the tiny strip of material that barely concealed her pussy, and didn't cover her hard smooth ass in the least. On those days his breath would catch in his throat as he caught sight of her when he came around the corner three blocks up the hill. Without a conscious thought he could immediately feel a slight swelling in his briefs. Lately those days seemed to happen more frequently. The only time he would avert his eyes were the rare times a car or pedestrian passed. As the weeks went by he began to fantasize about her, picturing her without the bikini, in different poses, and wondering what she was like to be with. She certainly added a little excitement to his life even if she had no idea he was alive.

Each day he walked past her house on the way home from work, heading, she supposed, for an apartment in the building he turned into near the bottom of the hill. She had admired him from the moment she first saw him, about her age, pleasant looking, and, she thought, quite muscular, though it was hard to tell under his work clothes. As she was terribly shy, she never let him see her glancing at him, but often hung over the balcony so that after he passed she could watch as he walked. She fantasized that he could see a little of her exceptional figure in that pose, and though he never really seemed to pay attention, she had caught him glancing at her from time to time. She always tried to find something that would be revealing without being obvious, and never wore a bra, preferring the natural look for him. As time passed she started to think more and more about him, imagining what it would be like to talk to him, and wondering what his life was really like. Was he married, did he have someone, or (she almost dared not think) was he like her, alone and often a little lonely. 

At first she had simply read a book or enjoyed the afternoon, sipping her tea and listening to the music of the small radio playing inside her door, her Latin heritage showing in her choice of music. Occasionally she would maintain a bit of a tan by sunning herself for an hour or two during the quiet part of the day when the sun was directly on the balcony. It occurred to her he might be looking at her then, even though she could not see him, and little by little she tanned more frequently. The truth was, which she would never admit to herself, she began to really ache to meet him and talk to him, but she had not the vaguest idea how that could happen, and would not even allow herself to think of actually approaching him.

Friday the 13th there was an employee meeting at his company. Work stopped two hours early and they all met in the main lobby. Fortunately there were only mundane subjects discussed, most of which had been thoroughly ground in the rumor mill long before the meeting. As a result, it ended half an hour early, and the employees were allowed to leave with full pay for the day. It was a gorgeous afternoon, and, as always, he looked forward to his walk home. It had become the highlight of his day. His face dropped, however, as he rounded the last corner and realized that she was not on the balcony. It was the first time all summer he had not seen her there, and he wondered if something had happened or she had moved away. 

As he walked, somewhat downcast, down the hill she suddenly emerged onto the balcony. He didn't realize, of course, that she planned her afternoons around the time he normally came by. In her hands she had a small tray with a pitcher of tea and a glass full of ice cubes. Surprised by her sudden appearance, he stopped and stared at her. As she stepped down onto the balcony she glanced up the hill and immediately saw him standing and looking. She had the sudden feeling of being caught in the act, and as a result missed her footing. She fell in a heap on the balcony, her forward motion throwing her tray against the outer railing, the pitcher clanking against it and shattering on the floor. The glass went completely over the railing and smashed on the street below. 

For a moment he could do nothing but gasp at the sight, and she was paralyzed with pain from a hundred places, her head having hit the large planter in the outer corner of the balcony, her knees slamming into the hard surface, and her left ankle firmly wedged under the bottom rail of the wrought iron railing. Without thinking he ran forward the hundred feet or so to her house and yelled up, "Miss, miss, are you all right"? As a reply he heard something between a sob and a moan. He said, "Can I help, are you ok?" 

A very weak voice with a trace of Latin accent replied, "No I don't think so, I can hardly move and my foot is stuck somehow." He looked up and saw her bare toes sticking past the edge of the balcony, and realized her slipper was lying on the sidewalk beside him. 

"What can I do"? he said. 

"4 1 7 2 5." 

"What?" 

"4 1 7 2 5 - the code." 

Suddenly he realized she had an entry code just like his apartment. He ran in the entryway and up the stairs, mumbling the code to himself. Punching it into the little keypad he still managed to get it wrong the first time, and had to cancel and re-try. Thankfully it worked and he slammed open the door, running through the little apartment to the balcony. He almost shuddered at the sight. She was lying on the floor turned to face him, foot firmly wedged and leg twisted, tears streaming down her face. At least he didn't see any blood, although there was a big red welt on her forehead, and the knee he could see was badly skinned. Muttering words of encouragement he looked at her ankle and realized the fall had forced it into the small space. Tentative pulling only elicited a loud gasp and moan from her. Glancing desperately around he noticed the small bottle of suntan lotion inside the door. He poured the greasy liquid over her foot and ankle that was outside the rail, and slowly and gently started working it back through. He could hear her groaning but she didn't scream, and suddenly it slid all the way out! She gave out a big sigh of relief and rolled over to untwist her leg, looking up at him. 

At that moment he realized he was with the girl he had fantasized about all these months. At that moment she realized she was staring up at the man she wanted so desperately to know. Neither moved. Then they both did. He reached down and caught her under the arms and lifted her in one motion, without even thinking. She pulled her legs under her and pushed up at the same time. It hurt incredibly for her, but at least she realized nothing was seriously injured, other than inevitable scrapes and bruises. She half stood, leaning against him, his arms still holding and supporting her. Little by little the waves of pain subsided and her head cleared. 

"I think I need to get inside and sit down." 

She discovered her ankle was extremely tender and put her arm across his broad shoulders, leaning into him as he helped her up the step. The apartment, strange to him, was quite dark, the hum of an air conditioner running someplace in the back, soft Latin jazz playing on the radio by the door. "Over there - the couch," she said, pointing to the far wall. 

He helped her over and she slumped down on it, half sitting, half lying. Since this was not a "tanning day" she was wearing blue denim cutoff jeans and a halter top (she had just gotten it and had planned to lean over the railing for him that day). He turned on the small lamp on the end table, the dim light was enough so that he could see her to assess what damage was done.. Both knees and one elbow were scraped and dirty, the welt on her head had grown larger, and it was obvious her ankle was very sore. He was relieved it wasn't much worse. Without asking he went and got ice from the fridge and two wash cloths from the closet in the bathroom. he soaked one with cold water and wrapped the ice in it, then put hot water on the other. Returning, he set the ice pack on her forehead and reached to wipe the her knees with the hot cloth. Her hand grabbed his arm. 

"I can do that." She reached for the cloth but he ignored her and gently started wiping first one knee clean, then the other, very aware that he was touching her smooth legs, although tending carefully to the job at hand. 

"I'm Lari," she said. 

Her voice startled him. It was first time she had spoken to him when not in great pain. 

"Dan," he said turning to her. She was staring at him. He stared back. Suddenly it was awkward. "I've seen you," he said. 

"Have you?" 

"Well only..." He stopped. "I wanted to meet you." 

"Really? I .. I saw you walking..." He put his hand on her cheek. Then bent and kissed it - if he had thought he never would have had the courage. Her hand suddenly tightened on his arm. He pulled back and looked at her ... and kissed her on the lips. Momentarily she stiffened, then relaxed and met him, her hand sliding to his shoulder and pulling him to her. Suddenly they knew each other. His lips pressed harder, moving on hers. He heard a soft cry or moan in response, as her lips parted. His tongue met hers deep in her mouth as their arms wrapped around each other, his gently for fear of hurting her. Gradually her body pressed harder and harder against him. His hands ran down her sides and one slid over the short cutoffs onto her thigh. The touch of skin sent electricity through both of them, and they ground their bodies against each other while maintaining their unrelenting kiss. Her hands were raking his body as she moaned into his mouth. She could feel the hard muscles through his clothing. The pain of her fall was forgotten by both of them. His fingertips ran up and down her thigh, sliding up under the leg of her shorts as he delighted in touching her smooth skin. As she lay under him she pressed her breasts into his chest, her nipples hard and longing to be touched. At last they tore their lips apart, gasping from the wave of sensations rolling over them and lack of breath from that prolonged kiss. Their hands could not be still, running up and down each others bodies, as they stared at each other in the dim light. 

Softly he said, "Did you know that I've been watching you every afternoon on the way home?" 

"I saw you look a couple of times, and I hoped it wasn't just an accident, but I didn't dare believe you were interested." she whispered. "I waited for you to come down the walk every day and tried to give you something to look at so you would notice me." she smiled. 

"Mmmmmm it worked!" he murmured, sliding his hand between them and slipping it under her halter, finding a firm breast with a rock hard nipple at the tip. She groaned, arched her back, and pressed herself into his hand, panting slightly. 

"Did you know I watched you walk all the way to your apartment every day? Thinking how good you looked in a set of work clothes and how much better you might look without them." She whispered against his cheek as his hand softly kneaded its prize. 

"I never even suspected," he whispered back, "or we might have met long before now." 

"If only I had known that," she gasped. 

Suddenly he realized why he was here, and recoiled a little, exclaiming, "Oh damn, you practically killed yourself and I'm manhandling you and crushing you into this couch!" 

"And don't you dare stop!" she ordered. "Now that we are together I'm not giving you any chance to back out." 

"Backing out is the last thing I have in mind," he chuckled, "but I don't want to hurt you any more than you already are." 

"Everything I feel now is just like I want it," she said, "except that I want alot more of it." 

"Lari, you don't have to ask me twice," he said, and lifted himself slightly so that he could undo the two buttons of the halter top and open it wide, staring at the gorgeous peaks that jutted up at him. 

She raised her arms and he slipped it completely off of her. "Fair's fair," she said and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. 

Soon that was on the floor with her halter, and the tee shirt as well. He lowered himself gently to her, and the skin of their bodies met for the first time. Gasping in unison they squirmed against one another, wanting to feel as much as possible of each other. Her rock hard nipples grated against the soft skin of his chest. Once again their lips locked and his tongue dove deep into her mouth, swiftly met by hers. Dan pulled himself completely on top of her, pressing her body down into the soft couch, and they rocked slowly against each other. Their breathing was ragged as once again their lips parted, allowing his to slide down the side of her neck and across her throat, kissing, nibbling and licking as he went. Pushing her hair aside his lips trailed up the other side of her neck, and found her ear lobe, which he eagerly sucked into his mouth, his warm breath in her ear. 

Lari moaned and ground herself against him, urging him on. He obliged as he kissed down across her shoulder and slowly slid his tongue down till it started up the rise of her waiting breast. Instead of going straight for the prize his mouth slowly kissed across the top, nibbling and teasing with his tongue as he went. His hand found the other breast and softly he ran his fingers around it, ever nearer but not yet touching the outer ring of her nipple. She was writhing in the ecstasy of his touch and the agony of waiting as he teased and played with her. At last, at the same moment he slid his lips down over one hot hard nipple and seized the other in his fingertips, his lips sucking, kissing and pulling as his fingers squeezed and twisted and stroked. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps, no longer able to speak nor needing to. Her nails were making red trails up and down his back. His teeth clasped the base of her nipple and he pulled against it. Both of them were shaking from the overpowering sensations of the moment. Lari could feel his raging hard cock pressing down on her already soaking pussy, only the last of their clothing separating them. Slowly she rolled her hips to feel him more completely and to urge him on. 

His lips released their captive and he kissed slowly over both breasts, using his hands to hold them steady as he ran his tongue along the bottom of each one. At last he forced himself to lift up off of her and stood staring at her as he undid belt, button, and zipper and allowed his pants to slide to the floor. As she watched him she reached and slowly undid the button and zipper of her shorts. 

Before he did anything further, she beckoned him to come closer. As he stood next to her she ran her fingers over that wonderful hard cock outlined in his briefs, already damp with his pre-cum. She lightly stroked and pulled at it, smiling up at him as she teased his iron-like rod, her fingertips making promise after promise - and she intended to keep them! At last she pulled herself up and smiled as she slipped her fingertips under the elastic waist band, slowly easing it down over his hips. Involuntarily she let out a gasp of excitement and pure lust as his cock finally sprang free of its confinement, pointing directly at her. She shoved the briefs down below his knees so that he could step out of them and reached out and grabbed her prize, little fingers wrapping around that hard shaft, squeezing, pulling. It was almost too much for him as he groaned long and deep, closed his eyes and bit his lip. 

She pulled hard until he moved so that his legs pressed against the couch, then smiled up at him, eyes shining. She moved towards that swollen red cock head and lightly kissed it. Her tongue followed, first licking the head, then down the sides of the shaft. Her other hand fondled his balls, full and ready, as she slowly eased her lips over the tip. As he stared down at her Dan could not help rolling his hips forward, urging her to take him deeper. Slowly she complied, her tongue wetting his long hot shaft as it slid through her lips, making it slippery. His fists were clenched and shaking as he watched himself disappear into her mouth. As the tip touched the back of her mouth she felt herself start to gag, and the saliva flowed freely, but she wanted all of him -- she had to have him! She fought off the feeling and forced the tip to begin sliding down her throat. Somehow she felt that when she had taken all of him he would know that cock belonged where it was. Somehow he knew and agreed. Gasping for breath, she looked and could see about two inches of him remaining to be consumed. Slowly she slid him partially back out, grinning up at him, his cock shiny with her saliva, so she could catch her breath. Her hand had not relinquished its hold on him. Once again she leaned forward, mouth opened even wider, going faster and feeling that slippery shaft sliding deeper and deeper. Ignoring discomfort, she grabbed his cheeks in both hands and pulled him to her, forcing it down her throat and finally, triumphantly, pressing her lips against his groin. Lari felt her chin pressing against his swollen balls. She held him there, looking up, eyes smiling, lips, tongue, and mouth kneading that throbbing rod buried inside her, her throat blocked beyond all possibility of breathing. 

Dan was somewhere in orbit, beyond sanity, his entire being focused on the wonderful sensations in his cock. With an almost sorrowful moan she released him, sliding him slowly out of her mouth so she could gasp for air. Still her tongue never stopped circling the slippery dripping tip, teasing and tasting. Dan took her head in his hands and tilted it up towards him. He said to her quietly, "I've never felt anything close to that, and if you do it again there is no way I can keep from cumming and I won't even try." Smiling, she felt her lungs once again filled with fresh air and the heaving of her chest slowing. As if in answer she gently kissed his tip, tongue swirling against it. Then, quickly, she shut her eyes and engulfed him, swallowing him whole in one long slow stroke. She ground her lips against his groin. His hips were rolling, making his cock move inside her mouth and throat, though she would not let it slide back out a fraction. He was groaning, growling, mumbling, and she could feel him throbbing inside her. Lari squeezed him with her lips and mouth, ignoring the reflex action of her throat, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips. One hand softly massaged his balls, squeezing, urging, asking, demanding! She heard his muttering change to exclamations, then suddenly a single startled oath, and she felt his white hot cum jetting down her throat. Forcing herself not to relent she held him captive as he pumped every drop into her, his hands holding her head hard against him. Finally, feeling lightheaded, she slipped him slowly from her lips, cum and saliva mixing and dripping onto her breasts. Her hands still holding his legs, she could feel him shaking almost violently. 




The Balcony Ch. 01



He stuttered "Oh.. Goddddd... Lari!! I .. I never..." 

Looking up she gave him a wet smile and said "Shhhhhhhhh - Dan - I know.. me too." 

Dan knelt next to the couch, arms sliding around her, and locked his mouth over hers. As they kissed deeply once again he could taste himself on her. One hand found the top of her undone shorts, and she lifted so he could slip them down her legs to her knees. He realized then that she had been wearing no panties along with no bra. Lips still locked he slowly ran a hand down her body, starting under her breasts and sliding slowly over her tummy. Lari squirmed at his touch. His fingertips found the bit of fuzz at the top of her needy pussy and played in it for moment. But then he moved his hand to her thigh, slipping it down the front almost to her knee, then back up the inside. Since her shorts still held her legs together, his finger tips grazed both thighs. She pulled her lips from his, threw her head back and gasped at the sensation of his touch. Slowly a single finger slid up over her soaking wet pussy, dipping slightly between her already swollen lips, becoming slippery and wet. Instantly her hips lifted in response. He smiled at her, seeing the expression of lust on her face, and brought his finger to his lips so she could see, then licked it dry. 

"Mmmm, damn you taste good!" She wrinkled her nose at him, making a face to cover her embarrassment, but secretly his words thrilled and aroused her. With that he moved down along the couch and, grabbing her shorts with both hands, slipped them off. Dan pushed one leg off the couch so her foot could rest on the floor, grasped her other ankle, lifted it, and started slowly kissing and licking up her calf. She wanted to watch, but the sensations were so strong she was forced to shut her eyes tight. As his lips slid past her knee on their long journey she lifted the other leg and put it over his shoulder. This meant his head was between her thighs, right where he wanted to be. He played with her, lips kissing, tongue sliding, teeth nipping as he moved ever upward. 

Lari was nearly crazy with desire. She forced open her eyes and saw his face between her legs, smiling back. As she watched, he kissed first one side, then the other. She held her nipples in her fingertips, pulling squeezing and rubbing. He let her see his long tongue as he ran it up and down the soft smooth skin. Her hips were in continuous motion as the tingle in her pussy grew ever greater, and she was making little mewing sounds with every touch. She could feel the juices already running down over her sweet hard ass. He moved higher. She could feel the heat of his breath waft over her pussy as his head moved from side to side. His nose brushed her shiny wet lips. That was it - she totally lost control. 

"Dan - now!! Please ... NOW!!!" slipped through her clenched lips. Her legs wrapped around the back of his neck and the motion spread her legs wide for him as she pulled his face hard against her. One hand reached down and pulled his head forward even more. He was momentarily shocked, but thrilled by her need, nonetheless. He rammed his tongue between her sopping wet lips, licking and drinking her nectar. She felt his tongue move up and down, sliding along one lip and then the other. His lips locked onto her and she felt his tongue ram deep inside of her in one glorious motion. Her head flew back and her legs tightened almost into a death grip as his tongue swirled. She could hear him drinking her molten juices as his tongue swirled deep inside her. Lari had to muffle a scream. The sounds telling him how close she was. 

He slid his tongue up once more. The tip found her tiny rock hard clit and his lips instantly locked onto it, sucking hard. She screamed! And then again. Her back arched and her hips lifted so violently she pushed him back. It was an orgasm like she had never felt before. Loving her reactions, he was not deterred, lips sucking and tongue swirling and grinding. Her hips pumped again and again, her ass lifting completely in the air. A flood of her hot nectar flowed from her and he moved to lap it up and drink it down, in the process licking up and down her lips, inside and out. Her body was shaking, shuddering, and she was making incomprehensible sounds in her throat. His hands clutched her hips as he softly kissed and licked, devouring every drop she offered him. Lari was wracked with orgasm on top of orgasm, until at last she collapsed onto the couch. He smiled up at her, hands softly sliding up and down her legs. 

"Fair's fair," he said, teasing her. "Now you really know how I felt." 

She was panting, gasping, but she mustered a bright smile for him and said, "I hope it was really that good." 

He pulled himself up next to her, cuddling her on the couch, his already stiff cock pressing against her stomach. They kissed and It was her turn to taste herself. He wanted her so badly, right now, but he knew she needed to recover a bit so he was content to kiss and tease, running his hands over her. Slowly her hands moved in return and they explored each other. 

Soon Dan felt a little hand slip between them, and felt her fingers running over his swollen head, then slowly and softy moving up and down his shaft. A groan came from deep within him, and his hips pushed him more firmly into her hand. Her fingers closed around it, and she began to stroke him, very slowly and carefully. In reply his fingertips found a very hard nipple and started playing. Stroke, pull, stroke, twist, squeeze, stroke, pull. Her back arched and pressed her breast into his hand. Their hips moved in unison as their tongues battled deep within her mouth. He knew it was time and could barely control himself, but he wanted it to be right - perfect! With a low growl he fought himself loose and rose from her. Her wide eyes were asking, but he bent and slipped his arms under her, lifting her easily in one swift motion as she gasped and grabbed hold. 

"Which way"?"

"That door to the right." Holding her gently, he eased his way through the door and turned into the bedroom. The covers were thrown down to the foot of the bed, and he lowered her softly to the sheets, noting that they appeared to be a smooth silk or satin. They stared, his eyes devouring the body he had so recently met but so long imagined, her eyes drifting from his face to his hard muscles to his rigid cock. She reached out for him and he tumbled onto the bed on top of her, sprawling as he enveloped her in his arms for a final kiss, cock pressing against her hip. He didn't think anything had ever felt so good as her body did then. Lari spread her legs and his body slipped between them, cock pressing directly on top of her swollen mound. His hips moved slowly, cock becoming slippery with her juices as she raised her legs, their eyes locked on each other. 

Her mouth opened but made no sound as her lips said "Dan, I need you - do it - Fuck Me"! The last words were whispered softly. In reply he grasped himself and, looking down, slipped the swollen head between her lips, barely entering. In response she groaned and lifted her hips, forcing him in deeper. 

His breath softly escaped, "Ahhhhh," and he pressed harder, feeling her tightness but sliding easily into her sopping wet and slippery depths. 

Her hands made little fists as she felt him deeper and deeper. Almost in, he stopped, feeling her shudder, knowing she would open little by little. He slowly slid back, not quite out, and she gave a sigh, almost of sadness. But he did not make her wait, pressing forward hard, driving himself slowly but steadily into her, until his body pressed against hers, his balls against her firm ass. Her feet pressed into the bed as she lifted to meet him, wanting, needing, taking every millimeter he had to give her. They ground together, his never-so-hard cock buried in her tight, sopping, churning cunt. 

"That's so damn good!" he whispered. 

"It is now," the response. 

Slowly he fucked her, long strokes, each a little harder, driving that hard rod into her soul. Both were making little sounds, moaning, gasping, panting as the sensations grew, peaked, and grew again. Soft slapping began as he rammed himself into her, a little harder, a little faster. Her hips rolled in time with his strokes so she would be sure to get all of him with every one. The bed was moving in time to their beat, and the headboard started tapping the wall. 

This was so good - too good! Dan rammed himself deep into her and fell forward on her, slowly rolling his hips and feeling his cock moving slightly in her tight sheath. They kissed, relaxing slightly, taking time to savor the exquisite sensations. He could feel her shaking under him from extreme excitement and pure lust. He realized he was shaking too. She ran her nails up and down his back slowly, ground her pussy up against his body. 

This was the time. Dan pushed himself up over her, eyes locking for a moment. He began slowly, but each stroke was harder and faster, the bed soon slamming against the wall. Her ass was being driven into the mattress and she could no longer meet his thrusts nor needed to as he rammed his swollen rigid cock into her, pounding against her pussy time after time. Now each thrust brought a gasp or squeal from her lips and her eyes were locked shut, her head back, as she went up, up, up. He moaned deep in his throat and bit his lip to prolong the inevitable as long as possible. 

No more! Dan buried his throbbing shaft into her and Held it there, arching his back and pushing against her. A growl broke from his lips as his cock burst deep within! She choked, the scream having trouble leaving her almost paralyzed throat. Then shrill cries, again and again and again as her climax came and went and came again over and over. His hips churned as he pumped his cream into her, panting, gasping, breath ragged and uneven. A flood of her cum enveloped his cock and dripped between them. Their words tumbled out together, what few they could manage. 

"O Damn!... ." 

"I never thought... ." 

"That was... was... ." 

He collapsed beside her, both still breathing hard, bodies still shuddering with little spasms. A long deep kiss, both too spent for sex to be involved. Lari snuggled deeper into Dan's welcoming arms. Slowly she rolled 'til her back was to him and his arms surrounded her, hands covering her breasts and pulling her against him as he lightly kissed her neck and shoulder. Breathing slowed. Eyes closed. They slept.



The Balcony Ch. 01



Tonight will be the first time he sees her face, Laura knew what he looked like from the photos he sent. Excitedly, she walked into the hotel, got the key from the front desk and headed up to the fifth floor. The first thing she noticed was four candles, two on either side of the bed; they filled the room with a soft glow. From the door, she could see the slider to the balcony was open and the curtain was waving from the soft ocean breeze. There was a faint clicking sound and she followed it to a pair of cuffs dangling from the railing. It was clear Sir had plans for the evening that included something outside.

Her instructions were on the bed; a sheet of parchment paper folded with exacting edges. Looking around the room she felt delighted and aroused. On the head board were two ropes draped over the posts; a long sleeve white shirt hung on the closet door and it appeared as if it had been pressed. A garter belt with stockings and black panties were on the foot of the bed. On the table was a plug and a shot glass filled with brown whiskey; it was jack, there was no doubt in her mind. Apparently, Sir went through painstaking detail to get the room ready.

The writing on the outside of her instructions was hand written and his penmanship was impeccable; "drink first, and then read." She grabbed the letter, sat down and hit the shot like a pro. The warmth went down her throat like sliding into a steaming hot tub on a clear cold night. She remembered one of the first private things she told him, "I have a shot of Jack, just one." Damn, he understands how a woman works.

"Laura, it's been quite a while since our first email and I feel we're ready. Please follow these instructions and let's enjoy our evening together." Before she finished the first sentence, her heart rate had increased and she was wet with anticipation. "In the nightstand are some toys; I want you to choose three you think we will play with and place them on the pillow. Dress in the items I have provided and put the panties on the outside of the garter and stockings."

The excitement she felt as her clothes dropped to the floor was exquisite and donning the objects he picked made her feel sexy, wanted and desired. The shirt had a hint of his cologne and it smelled discerning, "please leave all the buttons unfastened except for the last two."

She opened the nightstand and was excited to see some her favorite things; she selected nipple clamps, a blind fold and the firm leather paddle. Thoughts of him spanking her ass, blind folded while the clamps pinched her nipples made the heat between her legs intensify.

"Insert the plug into your sexy ass and when I bend you over, I want to see the outline of the base against your panties." His commands made her aroused beyond anything she has experienced and slipping it in her bum was sensational. "When you're properly dressed, go to the balcony and peer over the edge."

Laura made her way to the balcony and looked down; she could see the activity around the pool and the Tiki hut. Sir was at the bar, looking intently up at the balcony; she instinctively knew what to do for him. With her waist pressed against the railing, she opened his shirt and let the girls enjoy the night air. Laura cupped her breasts and she massaged them as he watched. The evening air made her nipples erect and she pinched them between her thumb and forefingers until she felt the electricity run to her crotch.

Sir took one hand and clasped it around his wrist and then the other; she knew what this meant; she cuffed herself; and waited.

Laura's back was to the door and she heard him come in. "Do not turn around," his voice was stern and deliberate. He didn't waste time; she felt the blind fold slip over her head and cover her eyes. "I expected you to arouse me with your balcony show and you didn't disappoint. You looked quite sexy playing with the girls; but I especially liked when you cuffed yourself to the rail." There was something about hearing his voice and not seeing him that aroused her.

Sir tugged at the collar of the shirt and he slipped it off her shoulders; it bunched around her wrists and hung there, draped over the cuffs. He stepped back in the room and left her on the balcony, naked and alone. She heard a metal on metal sound in the room and wondered how long he would leave her there.

It's almost like you could hear the air parting as the leather paddle made it way to her ass. The type of sound that makes you wonder; what is that? And just as the thought makes its way into the receptors in her brain, a sudden and abrupt action changes the entire situation.

CRACK!!!!! Laura was not sure if the sound startled her more or the impact, whichever it was, her had her full attention. She felt the sting of the paddle and it was loud enough for others to hear. Sir's hand grasped the back of her hair, knotted it up tightly in his fist, bent her over at the waist and pulled her backwards. Her arms were stretched out and he forced his knee between her legs. "Spread your legs Laura, I want to see if I can make my pussy drip as I paddle you." Out on the balcony she was exposed, vulnerable and on public display. Her mind recalled another chat they had and she remembered telling him this is what she wanted.

Whoosh, SMACK!!! A second jolt was delivered to her sweet ass; this time to the other cheek and he spanked her with authority and purpose. She could hear voices around the hotel and she knew if others were on their balconies, they would see her being throttled, hear the impact. There was no mistake, Sir liked this and she understood something; this was as much for him as it was for her.

"I was once considered a pansy type; thought unable to push boundaries to the desired limits. Do you feel like that is the case, Laura? Am I a pansy?"

"Not really, I..." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!

"Please remember protocol Laura; or it may turn into a long night for you." Damn, the chats they had were not just playful and innocent talks; he was training her. She started to put these things together; he's been molding me for this night; for our sessions together. Her pussy was soaked and she wanted more...



The Balcony Ch. 02



I arrive home tonight from my remarkable night with you and as I think about the events of the evening I wrap my arms around myself and I feel your touch on me still. You are so good to me and I do adore being with you. 

My lips are still swollen from your good night kiss. I walk to my bedroom and I am so reluctant to remove my dress. The look in your eyes when you saw me in it made it worth all the money it cost. As it slides down my body I see a flutter of white. Reaching down I pick up the business card. A wave of heat washes over me and I look at the clock. I wonder??

I slip on a robe and reach for the phone. A 

"Hello Jane" is what I hear on the third ring. 

Soft and sexy, just as I remember it. 

"Hi Julia. Did I wake you?" 

She reassures me that it is fine. I settle back on my bed and my mental picture has her doing the same. 

"I am so glad you called. Did you enjoy the rest of your evening?" 

"Oh yes! We went to his condo on the ocean and I just now got home." 

"Good for you" she says "Did you ever get your underwear?" 

I burst out in laughter. It brings your face back in focus and the shades of red you turned when Julia brought them to our table.

We talk like high school girl friends learning about each other. I wonder what she sees in me. When I ask, she assures me that she is very attracted to me and she understands I am not usually attracted to other women. She asks what you thought of her watching and I tell her that It was certainly exciting. 

"David was excited to think we might meet. He seems to think it would be good for me." 

"Are we Jane? Going to meet again?" she asks. 

I would like to, is my answer to her. She giggles when I say 

"But you know David is expecting to watch us." 

"Well, that would be exciting." 

My heart stops at her words. I don't really want to share you yet but how do I ask? My relief is swift when I hear 

"Jane, I am being completely selfish here. Please don't fret about me trying to attract David. I am going to be there for you baby, only you!" 

We talk and learn of each other but soon my eyes begin to close. We have been on the phone for almost 2 hours. We make plans to meet for lunch the next day. She thanks me for the great evening and we say good night before I fall asleep. My dreams full of You and of her.

We meet at the restaurant and greet each other with a slight kiss. We settle in and order light. She only has 45 minutes for her lunch hour and while my time is a little freer for the summer months, I am pleased she wanted to spend the time with me. As our lunch arrives we both appreciate the ass of our young male waiter. 

I sit at the table watching, as you run your finger around the edge of your water glass...the slow, wet circular motion makes my pulse begin to race...I study every bite you take...the way your lips wrap around your fork...your lips are moving but I cannot hear what you are saying...caught up in a trance that surprises even myself. Our eyes meet, 

"I want you Jane!" she says and I surprise even myself when I assure her the feeling is mutual. 

I wonder why I do though. I love the feel of a man hands on me and the feel of his cock in me. No woman has never yet made me feel as passionate as a man can. Julia is not surprised at my words. She also feels the same except that she has felt the intensity of a woman. And she tells me she knows I would feel it with her if I would like to try. 

Time is short now and before we part I let her know that you will be taking me out again on Friday. I ask if she would like to join us. Her smile is electric. She will meet us at the club not far from your condo. The kiss she gives me is sweet and deep and I like the feel of her lips on mine. 

"Til Friday" she says and we head our separate ways. 

The week is slow but finally Friday arrives. The day is charged with electricity and my excitement level is so high. You call to confirm our dinner plans. And I assure you I wouldn't miss it. You do not ask about Julia. I do not offer any information. I am so very excited about the prospects of the day. I choose my outfit carefully. I will be trying to wow two people tonight and I want the look to be perfect. The scent I use is subtle and all me. I sweep my hair up to expose my neck. 

The dress I choose is sexy in its simplicity. Midnight blue, silk, and very short. The top barely covers my breasts and I just know that the way it hugs every curve of my body it will thrill the two of you. The deep blue thong I slide up my legs makes me feel so damn sexy. The silkiness of them against my shaved mound feels like fingers touching me. 

I am ready when you ring the bell. The hungry, intense look you give me makes me shiver. Standing there and making no attempt to touch me has me searching your eyes. My alarms go off. Too much? Not enough? Not good? My hands begin to shake and I start to cover myself when you clear your throat. You clear it again and I hear your voice …deep, so deep 

"You take my breath away Jane!" 

The fog clears from my brain and I run to your arms. My arms around your head locking my lips against yours. All my insecurities disappear and your kiss is full of passion. I arch into you. Forgetting everything but the feel of your lips on mine, I grind my body into yours. I crave your touch. And I reach down and begin to rub you. You grab my hand to stop me. 

"No Jane" you say. "Not here." 

Oh god! Your right! What am I doing? You hold me tight until that ache goes away. Caressing my hair and back until the shivers stop. 

"OK now?" you ask and I nod. Taking my hand you lead me to the car. 

We arrive at the club before I know it and the music is drifting outside. The valets eyes are on me as he opens the door. I smile at the sweet young thing as I put my hand in his to have him help me step from the car. All legs is what he sees and his eyes widen and appreciates the view. 

You come up behind me and hand him the keys. Your arm circles my waist possessively and I absolutely adore that. To feel like I am yours. We walk in and head to a table. My eyes search for Julia I cannot find her and the disappointment is deep. You notice my smile has dimmed somewhat and ask if I am alright. 

"Yes baby, I am just fine. Could I have a glass of wine please David?" 

As you walk to the bar and I turn and look at the dancers. I do not hear you return until I hear your voice. 

"Jane? Look who found me at the bar." 

I turn and see those beautiful blue eyes looking straight at me. The sadness lifts and is replaced with lightheartedness. 

Julia leans forward and kisses me lightly. Her kiss is so sweet that I feel my body responding to it. You watch the interaction between us with a curiosity. 

"David, I asked Julia to join us tonight. Do you mind?" 

"Of course not my sweet." is your reply. 

Sitting back against you, we both admire her outfit. The white is a perfect foil for her tan. Her shoulder are exposed through the cut outs in the top and as she crosses her long legs the short skirt rides up and exposes luscious firm thighs. You wrap your arm around me holding me close and I feel your finger tracing the side contour of my breast as we talk. My body aching for you to reach the nipple. But that finger is just lightly teasing me and it is electrifying.

Julia's drink arrives and we talk of everything we can think of but the real reason we are here. You take control of the conversation and suggests heading over to your place. I slip my hand in yours and squeeze. No words are needed between us. 

The drive to your condo is short and Julia and I walk in together. Your wall to wall windows show the moon on the ocean and it is so beautiful. I open the doors and the waves and breeze sweep over me. As you move up behind me and kiss my neck, I tilt my head and enjoy the feel of your lips on me. I marvel that I could want two totally different people at the same time. You whisper in my ear that there is something different but exciting about me tonight. 

"Do you mind terribly?" I ask . 

"Not at all Jane, this is your night." 

You are so good to me, indulging me this way. Julia stands and watches the interaction between you and I and with a kiss you leave my side. 

Julia steps in and her arms wrap around me. We stand together for a minute looking at the ocean. The sights and sounds of the waves building power to crash the sand charges us both. The passion of the ocean guides us and her hands slide down my body. The softness of the silk making them glide smoothly. We hear soft music come on and we know you are setting the mood for us. Your movements are subtle and non distracting. 

Lips find my neck and the kisses have my body instantly responding. Bouncing and shivering. She is so surprised that I respond so violently to such a simple thing. The intensity shocks even me. Julia lead me to the bedroom and we are both shocked at the scene that un-fold before us. You have certainly been busy! 

Candles are lit everywhere and the intoxicating smell of their scent hits our senses. They cast shadows on the walls. The coverlet is folded back and down. And you placed a tray in the center of the bed. It holds two glasses of wine and an assortment of body lotions and it also holds my toys that you love to use on my body. The rose and carnation touch my heart. 

Knowing that I do not like roses you place my favorite flower on the tray. I take the carnation from the tray and drink in the scent of it. My eyes search for you and see you lounging on the loveseat you moved to the shadows. You toast me with your glass of wine and I mouth the words thank you and smile. 

I feel Julia come close and her hands touching my bare skin. 

"Jane? Lets get you out of this shall we?" 

I feel my dress begin to lift off of me. The cool air chills my body as it is removed. At least I think it is the cool air. Maybe it is the thought of her hands and mouth on me. Either way she notices the shiver and holds me tight. Her hands softly caresses my back and ass and I arch up to meet those hands. 

Our mouths meet. Our tongues begin to touch. So softly, they meet, they explore, they entice. Our breath mingles and her hand moves to my nipple. My chest heaves up into hand as I take a deep breath. Thrusting them full in her waiting hand. My nipples are hard and puckered. Easy for her to take in her fingers. 

"OH God!" I whisper. 

It feels so good. Suddenly I am left alone and when I open my eyes she is removing her top. Beautiful naked breasts slightly smaller than mine and very aroused come into view. My hand reaches out to touch them but she steps back. She slides the zipper down on her skirt and it falls down her long shapely legs so slowly. 

Anticipation has me aching to touch her. She stands before me in her white g-strip looking so absolutely gorgeous. This is the moment where I can change my mind or stay and follow my feelings. My decision made I reach out and take her hand. Our bodies meet and bare skin touches bare skin. The feeling is electric. Our lips meet, soft and gentle and kiss full of passion. 

I lick her bottom lip and that opens her lips slightly. Just enough for her breath to mix with mine. I turn and hand her a glass of wine and we each take a sip. I take another and place my lips to hers. The wine flows from my lips to hers and we drink together. She removes my glass from my hand and I lay back on the bed. I move to the center and watch as she slides out of the g string and slithers up to me.

Kissing my mouth, her hand again moved to my breast. Using her nail, circles the very hard nipple. Her hand trailing down to my stomach. My body is swaying with her hands. Her tongue touching mine, my fingers in her hair. She slides my thong down and off. Her fingers trail up my legs and finds my shaved pussy and she moves her hand over it. 

Cupping it, I bring my hips up to her. She moved down my body and I feel her mouth biting me, licking me, sucking on me. My moans begin and her finger slides in the folds of my lips. She teases me with her fingers. Circling my clit, not touching it. 

"Please" I whisper. 

"Not yet" is her reply. She reaches over and takes the vibrator off the tray.

Turning it on low she begins to touch my body. My lips quiver at the sensations. My body shakes from the familiarity of it. She touches every part of my body and I bounce and shudder. I am so wet and ready. She slides it in my waiting pussy and it glides in easy. I arch up to meet it and the rhythm begins. In and out. Her fingers touching me. I begin to moan loudly and move wildly. 

"Stop! Oh please stop" I whimper. 

Her hand slows but does not stop. I am on the edge and I want so much for her to have that feeling also. I wiggle out of her grasp and reach out to her. Kissing her mouth and touching her tongue with mine my assault begins on her. She moves her body closer to me and my confidence grows. My fingers tips run down the length of her body and she begins to respond. 

She is so sexy, gyrating and moving to her own music. I take the body lotion from the tray and I straddle her hips facing her. I hold the lotion up from her breast and let it slowly drip on to her. I can see the expectancy oh her face and as the first drops fall and hit her nipple I hear a sharp intake of air. It comes from Julia but also from the love seat. 

Oh David! Are enjoying this too baby? Mad at yourself for your decision to just watch tonight? Oh how fun it would be to have you join us. I feel a sudden surge of energy at my thoughts and using the tips of my fingers I begin to rub the lotion in a circular motion around the hardness of the nipple. Around and around my fingers move and her hips keep pace. My ass moves with her pussy and we rub on each other. 

I again lift the bottle and the maddening length of time it takes to drip to her nipple has her breath short and shallow. The drops hit and she arches her chest to meet it. I lower my body and our breasts slide together. My mouth on hers, our nipples rubbing together, our hips grinding. 

We share the heat from the lotion on our bodies and the intensity of the moment is huge . Each touch now sends shock waves through us. Each of us building to our own orgasm. When our fingers touch each others clits we both explode in that instant of supreme ecstasy. We both new the orgasm would be fast and furious. Something is missing though. I have the satisfied feeling of an orgasm but yet…..

Julia senses this change in me. I feel my body being shifted and harder hands now are touching me. 

Ohhh David! You come up behind me and wrap your arms around me and I lean back onto you. Julia smiles and kisses my lips. 

"I know you need just a little more baby"

I hold her head in my hands to look in her eyes searching for disappointment, but I see none. The kiss I give her is sweet and loving. She leans over me to give you a kiss. The instant your lips touch the air is electrified. As you lay on your back Julia looks at me. I do not mind sharing you with this special woman and so with unspoken words between us and she chooses to straddle your hips. Your cock so hard and so ready for her body. Together you are both glorious! I watch as she rides your cock and your fingers pull and twist her nipples. I caress her neck as I hold her head and bring my mouth to kiss her. 

I feel your hands on my hips, pulling and guiding me over your mouth. I straddle and lift my hips for your tongue. Your fingers open my pussy lips and it finds my clit. It is hard and so sensitive. I am facing Julia and you both are moving to a nice rhythm and the look on her face is exquisite and I am so happy that she is enjoying you. You are a fabulous lover so I know exactly what she is feeling. Your fingers seem to have a mission and slide into me. My pace now matches your pace. 

I push Julia back a little so she is laying back on your legs and still able to ride you but her clit is now available to my mouth. I lean forward and up and as I touch her clit with my tongue she explodes in movements. Your groans and hips are moving with her and it makes it all worth while for me to watch and feel you both. Her clit is hard under my tongue and I am ruthless on it. She is so close and begins to call out for us both. Her body tenses and I watch in wonderment as her juices surround your cock. Your concentration is on Julia for a moment so your fingers have stopped their magic on me which is fine as my concentration is also on her. 

I watch her face as the release comes for her and it a mesmerizing moment. She slides off you, kisses me and leans back against the headboard to watch us. You are still hard and I am thrilled. I feel your fingers leave my body and I turn to look at you. You push me forward and I land on my hands. Oh I love this position. 

My body begins to tingle as I know what to expect. You kneel behind me and run your cock up and down the crack of my ass. I move with you and you know by experience that I am ready for you. Settling the head right at the entrance of my ass you begin to push forward as I push back. With a little pressure the head enters and you hold still, knowing I need to adjust my body to your size. It doesn't take but a second as I am so primed for this. You finish your journey to satisfaction while mine is just beginning. In and out you slide. My breaths and thrusts match yours. 

"Faster, oh god David, faster please." 

You thrust at me hard and fast and I am so into the sensations you are causing to my body that I do not see Julia as she slip under me. Her fingers slide into my wet pussy and begin their magic. In and out they slide rubbing your cock as you slam in and out of my ass. 

When her mouth finds my clit I begin to buck hand on you. Her hand finds your balls and begins to squeeze them and your moans of pleasure reach my ears. The are full of cum and it is all for me. Your breath accelerates as you climax in my ass and her mouth hardens on me causing me to experience mine. 

Everything goes black for a split second. When the fog clears and my brain engages I realize that I have fallen face forward on the bed. Your cock still buried in my ass and I feel hands on my body. Hard ones as well as soft. I delight in the feel of them all. 

We all shift and you hold me up close to your body. I pull Julia into my arms and the three of us rest holding each other. I feel your lips on my neck just below my ear and you whisper 

"Thank you babe… that was exceptional!" 

I tighten your hold on me and your breathing goes deep. Julia turns and looks at me. Our eyes meet and I kiss her lips that are so close to mine. I say what is in my head and heart 

"You have made me feel so very special tonight Julia and I will cherish what you gave me always." 

She smiles a wonderful smile and I know I have made a good friend. We hug close and fall asleep. 

Written by Jane 07/02  



The Balcony Ch. 02



Sunday morning Ken woke up early; at least early for a Sunday. It was 8:00 am and he was wide awake and grinning like a fool as he thought about last night. 

Seeing Katia nude had been thrill enough. Her body was gorgeous with her long black hair hanging in ringlets as far as her C-cup breasts; her triangle of jet black hair framing her pussy. Even thinking about her naked was giving him an erection that wasn't going to go away until he did something about it. 

He closed his eyes and let his mind drift back to last night; feeling all over again the sensations as she had wrapped her hand around his cock so tenderly. He could still feel the soft weight of her breast in his hand. He had held her tit lovingly as she stroked him, gently squeezing and pinching and caressing it. He had made a girl cum just by feeling her breasts once in his life before, but they had been fucking like rabbits the whole day prior to that, so she had been ultra-sensitive at the time. Last night Katia had cum as he played with her tit. He wondered how she would respond if he had actually sucked on her nipple as he wanted to.

He had cum onto her hand as she stroked him and she continued to cradle his cock with her fingers afterward, squeezing it softly as they stared at each other in the darkness. His hand remained on her breast as well and she smiled at him as he squeezed it. 

"Feel my pussy," she said softly. "I'm soaked!"

Ken put his hand over her mound and sighed as he felt her heat and wetness. Her clitoris, buried under tufts of black hair, was protruding and she gasped when his palm brushed against it.

His cock began to grow again and she giggled softly.

"I thought you said you were an old man!" she said playfully. "Old men aren't supposed to be able to get hard so quickly after they cum."

Ken smiled in response and pushed two fingers against her pussy lips and then gently slid them inside.

"I think I'm a bit drunk," she said. 

"Is that the only reason?" he asked.

"I have a boyfriend," she said with a rueful smile. "He's a good guy and I can't let this go too far."

Ken withdrew his hand reluctantly and nodded.

"I understand," he said, though he noted that her hand was still caressing his cock; his now very erect and throbbing cock!

"Turn this way!" she said, her voice little more than a whisper.

Ken turned and she put her hand on his bum, drawing him closer to the cedar panel that separated their balconies. The panel was made of cross-hatched cedar slats, each of them about one inch in width. The slats were fastened to the frame on all four sides, half of them on a forty-five degree angle to the left and the other half on a forty-five degree angle to the right. Where they crossed over each other, there was a diamond shaped space about four inches across between them.

She pulled him close enough to the panel so his cock could push through one of the spaces between the crosshatched slats. She knelt down and engulfed his penis. Like her hand, the touch of her mouth was soft; Ken could barely feel her lips, but the wet warmth made is head spin. 

She looked up at him, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and her sapphire eyes big and wide. Tenderly, she reached her tongue forward along the underside of his cock and dragged it back, the sensation from it causing Ken to hear thunder in his ears. She circled her tongue around the head and then repeated her forward and backward motion along the underside. Ken swallowed involuntarily and closed his eyes, as much as he wanted to watch this happen.

When he opened his eyes again he saw that she was now moving her mouth back and forth against his shaft. She moved slowly, her lips dragging against the skin of his penis as she moved. He could feel the pressure from her teeth. She had them pressed against the inside of her lips so as not to hurt him as she sucked. She cupped his balls with one hand and began stroking along his shaft with the other. She continued moving him in and out of her mouth, her breath puffing softly from her nostrils against his pubic hair. 

She reached for his hand and placed it once more on her tit, moaning with pleasure as he touched her. Then she returned her hand to his testicles, kneading them gently and tracing a finger around his sphincter. She allowed some saliva to drip onto her finger and then she was pressing against his asshole once more; insistently worming it around until it pushed past his opening. 

Slowly she pushed it deeper inside him and then she was tickling his prostate.

Ken gasped and then his cock was all the way in her mouth and pressing against the back of her throat. She made several swallowing motions and then his semen was pouring out of his cock and onto her tongue. His knees buckled and she put her hand once more on his bum, holding him firmly as his cum spewed into her mouth.

When he stopped cumming she shuddered through her own orgasm and rested back on her heels with her eyes closed and a soft sigh purring from between her lips. Her hand still held his cock as she leaned back and she opened her eyes after about a half minute.

"I think we'll both sleep well now," she said with a grin.

"I'm sure I will," Ken agreed, "but how about you? Isn't there anything I can do for you?"

Katia smiled, her teeth gleaming in the darkness.

"You're sweet for asking," She said, "but I have a boyfriend and I've already let things go much too far."

Ken nodded and closed his eyes once more as he felt his cock stir again in her hand.

"My goodness!" she said with a laugh. "I'll have to forget everything I've been told about older men!"

"I won't take credit where it's not due," he said. "You're the first girl who's even seen that thing in months! Besides, seeing you naked has given me inspiration that I haven't felt in a long time. I'm sure I'll be just like every other old man first thing tomorrow."

She got to her feet and stepped as close to the divider panel as she could, her hand still caressing his cock. Ken reached for her pussy and cupped it over her mound, squeezing gently. She gasped sharply and then shuddered. She let herself fall against the panel and breathed deeply for a few moments, her chest rising and falling with each intake. She dropped her head to her shoulder and reached around the outside of the panel. Ken leaned forward with her and their lips met. 

Like all her touches, Katia was a soft kisser. Their lips pressed together gently and their tongues danced around each other. They held each other close, their bodies pressing the cedar panel between them, their kiss slow and insistent.

"I should go," she said.

"Yes," Ken said, "You should."

He pressed his hand against her mound once more and she shuddered again. She laughed softly as she came and put her nose against his.

"You're going to kill me with kindness!" she said.

She stepped away from the panel and then backed slowly toward the balcony door.

"Thank you," she said, "for everything! Even with just your hands, you're an excellent lover! I think you'd be too much for me if there were no barrier here."

Ken laughed.

"Charity toward the elderly is an admirable trait," he said. "Now I'm going to go and stare at my bedroom ceiling for the rest of the night."

"Not me," she said. "I'm going to sleep better than I've slept in ages."

"Me too, as soon as I can make this go away!" he said, pointing at his erect cock. 

"I'm sure you'll think of something," she said and then she turned and walked into her apartment. The glass door was pulled closed and then she was gone.

He did too. He came two more times jerking off to thoughts of their encounter before he fell asleep.

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With his morning coffee in hand, Ken stepped naked onto his balcony to greet the day. He turned to his right and saw Katia sitting in her patio chair turned at an angle halfway toward his balcony and halfway toward the streets below. Her own coffee was on the table beside her and her feet were resting on a second chair in front of her. Her white nightdress was tied at her waist and, although it covered her from neck to mid-thigh on her right side, her left thigh was exposed as the bottom hem fell toward the floor on the side nearest to Ken.

"Good morning!" he said with a smile.

"Good morning to you!" she replied with an amused grin, her east European accent sounding so exotic. "Did you sleep well?"

"Eventually," he said as he sat in his own chair to face toward her.

"Surely you must have been tired enough after I went inside last night!" she exclaimed with a smile. "I know I slept very soundly."

"I slept after a while," he said coyly. "I had to work through some things before I could relax enough to sleep."

Katia giggled and sipped her coffee.

"The truth is," she said, "so did I. It was a little while before I could sleep too."

They both grinned knowingly and Ken closed his eyes and leaned back as he soaked up the sun. He stood and stretched, grunting pleasurably as he worked his stiff muscles.

"Don't you ever worry that someone down there will see you like that?" she asked.

Ken tapped the metal sheet that covered the front of the balcony from about eight inches off the floor to about three and a half feet. 

"No one can see past this thing," he said. "The most they could see is my feet and from about here up." He said putting his hand just below his nipples.

"That could be a problem for me," she said.

Ken nodded.

"Yeah, that would draw some attention," he said. "But they do look beautiful."

"So you like these things do you?" she asked as she pulled her robe open to reveal her left breast.

"Very much," he said, fixing his eyes on her as she cupped her tit, weighing it with her hand and holding it up slightly.

His cock sprang to immediate attention and she smiled.

"That's more like it," she said. "I saw it hiding in your tangle of hair when you stood up and stretched. I decided I prefer to see it when it's not being shy."

Ken smiled too and opened his legs wide, offering her an unobstructed view. She gave an appreciative murmur and placed her left foot on the floor, opening up her robe and giving him an equally unobstructed view up between her thighs. 

Ken wrapped one hand lightly around his shaft and stroked upward once.

"I like that view too," he said.

She untied her belt and opened her robe completely. She allowed her knee to fall to one side, spreading her legs wide and placing her finger in the tuft of hair at the top of her slit. She pushed one finger against her clitoris and sighed in contentment.  

Ken watched her in fascination, his cock now as hard and long as it ever had been. 

"The head looks so big," Katia said. "I'd love to feel it inside me."

"Me too," he answered. "I've been imagining how your pussy feels all night long."

She smiled and pushed her finger downward, sliding it against her pussy lips languidly and making little wet noises as she moved it back and forth.

"I liked it when you came in my mouth," she said. "I came as soon as I tasted it."

Ken grunted as he remembered the feeling of her lips and tongue on his cock. By now, precum was leaking freely all over his hand and she stared raptly as he stroked himself. She was pushing two fingers inside herself and occasionally pressing her palm against her clitoris. She bit her lower lip in concentration and pushed her pelvis forward until she was right on the edge of her chair. 

Ken grunted and then he was spurting his cum all over the concrete floor in front of his chair. Seeing this, Katia sighed and shuddered as she came all over her own hand.

They both sat back panting as their orgasms subsided and then they were grinning at each other.

"You know," she said in her accented English, "you're a very bad influence."

"Good," he said. "If that's so, then we can do this again sometime."

Katia grinned and asked him for his cell phone number. She programmed it into her own phone and then gave him a saucy grin.

"I think I'm going to introduce my boyfriend to my balcony tonight after dark," she said. "I'll text you in case you might want to be out here when I show him how nice it is."

"That sounds like a great idea!" he said.

"It's not what you really want," she said, "but maybe it's the next best thing."

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Ken sat in the darkness, a light bathrobe belted loosely at his waist and a pitcher of sangria on the table beside him. He sipped from his glass quietly, waiting impatiently for his promised show. 

He had turned the lights off in his apartment and could barely be seen in the dimness. The lights from below only served to reveal him as a softer shadow in the dark.

About halfway through his pitcher his cell phone vibrated quietly on the table. He picked it up eagerly and read the message. It was short and to the point.

"Fifteen minutes!" it said. 

Just then the lights in Katia's apartment went on and he heard muffled voices and occasional thumps as they moved around. He heard her giggle and then heard him laugh in response. He heard him say something to her; though he couldn't make out the words, it was unmistakably a question. She giggled again and then he saw her moving close to the window. She was topless and was dancing for him, teasingly undoing the zipper on her skirt as her hips swayed. Then she was stepping out of her skirt and she was wearing only her panties; a light blue French cut with elaborate needle work along the waistband. 

Her boyfriend came into view then, rushing toward her and circling his arms around her waist. He was a couple of inches taller than Ken and lean and muscular; the classic jock type.

He leaned down to kiss her and she returned his kiss lovingly. She continued to sway and looked up at him with fire in her eyes. She said something Ken couldn't understand and then he realized it was in Russian. She spoke in a soft sensual voice and her boyfriend gasped at what she said. He asked her something in the same language, his tone disbelieving and the concern in his eyes mirroring that. She giggled and pushed him away long enough to wriggle out of her panties and then the balcony door was sliding open. Ken heard him protest but then she was stepping on to the balcony, gliding lithely through the door. Before he could stop her she was standing with her back to the rail on the side opposite the cedar panel that separated her balcony from Ken's. She had a playful grin on her face and her chest was flushed and heaving as her man stepped toward her. He spoke to her harshly, obviously upset that she was naked on the balcony. He pointed toward the apartment and spoke again, his tone still harsh and demanding.

Katia laughed at him and then ran toward him, jumping up and wrapping herself around him as he instinctively caught her. With her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, she kissed him hard, gasping in Russian as she did. He protested again and she soothed him, running her hands through his hair and placing kisses from his eyes down to his chin.

He relented and fell into a chair with her still straddling him. She cooed to him, kissing and stroking him and writhing on his lap as he obviously fell under her spell.

Watching from the darkness, Ken could feel the envy welling up inside him. He watched as her passion grew, feeling his own desire rise as he imagined her writhing on his lap, pushing herself against him. He sat very quietly, not even reaching for his drink, even though he had taken the precaution of making sure all the ice in his sangria had melted so it wouldn't clink in his glass or in the pitcher.

He watched Katia slowly sink to the floor, reaching with her hands to unzip her boyfriend's pants. His cock sprang out hard and throbbing and Katia took it into her mouth hungrily. Ken was happy to note that, while his cock was about the same length as his own, it did not have the girth that Katia had remarked upon this morning. 

Her man fell back in his chair and closed his eyes in ecstasy. She looked up with her lips around his cock and saw him with his head back. She took the opportunity to look toward Ken and smiled at him around her boyfriend's penis. Ken gave her a thumbs-up gesture and she giggled. 

"Do you like that Valeri?" she said, looking up at him lovingly.

He put his hands on both sides of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair, and pulling her mouth toward his cock again. She opened wide and let it slide past her lips, pausing to swish her tongue around the shaft as she swallowed it.

Valeri held on to her head, moving it back and forth as he started fucking her mouth. She let him move her head at his own pace, wrapping her lips around his cock and letting the friction build up. He started moving her head faster, bucking his hips as the tension in his balls rose. With a cry, he stood almost to his feet, leaning back across the chair and supporting his weight with his leg muscles alone. He began pumping his hips while still holding on to Katia's head, his cock pistoning in and out of her mouth.

He held her still as he pumped, muttering to himself in Russian and burying his penis down her throat. He muttered in Russian again and released his hold on Katia's hair.

She pulled her head back just as he came. It spurted on to her face and chest and she sat back on her heels. His cum splashed on to her and left white trails across her chest and face.

Valeri stood up straight and zipped his pants. He sauntered leisurely through the balcony door and continued through the apartment on his way out. 

Ken heard the front door open and close and then he was gone. He looked at Katia who was still on her knees and staring through her balcony door in shock. 

"What was that all about?" Ken asked in amazement.

"I don't know," she said. "I think he wasn't happy about doing this on the balcony."

"Do you think he saw me?" he asked.

"No," she said with a chuckle. "If he had seen you he would have gone crazy. He's insanely jealous. I think he just didn't like that I forced him to have sex out here."

"That's too bad," Ken said.

"You're telling me!" she said as she got to her feet and slumped into a chair. "I'm so horny right now I'm going to explode!"

Ken's mouth dropped open and he looked at her in shock.

"I think you'd better come over here." she said. "I need a cock right now and yours is one of the nicest ones I've seen!"

Ken stepped forward, shucking his bathrobe as he went and got to his knees. He pushed his cock through the cedar screen and Katia smiled.

"That's not what I had in mind," she said, "but I like the way you think!"

She slid to the floor and backed her hips up to the panel and wriggled her bum back and forth a little bit when she felt his cock close to her entrance. After some mutual positioning, his cock was nestled between her pussy lips. 

She grinned over her shoulder at him and pushed back slowly. Ken wanted to put his hands on her bum while he fucked her but the cedar panel wouldn't allow it. Instead, he hooked his fingers into one of the spaces close to it and pushed himself forward and back slowly.

"I just knew I'd like the way it felt!" she said. "It's so big around! Bigger than any other cock I've had in the past."

Ken groaned in appreciation and shoved it forward. Katia sighed as it penetrated her and then they moved in unison as it pulled out. She reached between her thighs and touched the head as it rested between her lips and Ken groaned again.

"I'm going to cum soon!" he said.

"Me too!" she replied. "In fact, I'm cumming now!"

Her pussy contracted and Ken felt his head explode. He saw stars as his semen shot inside her. Katia bucked as she felt him spurt inside her and then pushed back against him to push him as far inside as he would go. She felt the slats of the panel digging into her bum but she didn't care.




The Balcony Ch. 02



Ken fell forward against the panel and felt the slats against his face. His cock twitched twice more and then he was leaning his weight against the cedar, although his cock was still nestled against her pussy lips as it shrunk.

"If you break that panel the landlord will make you pay for it!" she said to him breathlessly as she came down from her orgasm.

"I don't care!" he said, panting for breath himself.



The Balcony Ch. 02



Lari was the first to awake, startling momentarily as she realized she not only was not alone but was wrapped in a pair of strong arms. But in an instant the events of the day rushed back to her, and she lay still, almost unbelieving, allowing her mind to recall them. She felt she should be afraid or uneasy, everything had happened so fast and so unexpectedly. But instead she felt great, a warm glow inside her, loving the touch of those arms she had just come to know. As last she could recall, Dan's hands had cupped her breasts and held her back firmly against him. They were still in place, but now relaxed as Dan slept on. 

She moved ever so little to press against those hands, and immediately felt the tension as her nipples started to wrinkle the moment they felt his palms. She gave a quiet deep moan of satisfaction. She eased her hard ass back slightly and pressed lightly into him, smiling as she felt the nub of his soft cock between them. Very slowly she started to roll her hips so the cheeks of her ass rubbed lightly against it. She thought she heard a soft sigh from him, then realized his cock was very slowly starting to swell and harden. Another smile as she realized he was now awake, and at least had not suddenly pulled away from her. Lari hoped he was as glad as she to be where he was. 

He didn't say a word, but his hands gently tightened over her breasts and his fingers began to make tiny circles, instantly bringing her nipples to full aching hardness. His fingers began to knead and squeeze and she pressed into them. All the while she could feel his hardness growing, pressing against her, til she was sure it was a big as when she had first freed it from his briefs - a sight she remembered in great detail. Now she moaned aloud, hips pressing back, both of them moving so his cock was massaged by her sweet ass. A groan of pleasure in response, and Lari felt her hair being swept aside as his lips started kissing the back of her neck. 

She rolled her head back and felt his lips, tongue, and teeth as they moved over her neck and shoulder. She turned her head slightly and felt her earlobe being sucked in. He pulled and teased. No more! She couldn't stand it - she turned partially so she could see the face of the man who had so gallantly and suddenly entered her life - though of course a bit of him had been there for months. 

Dan awakened from a deep and contented sleep to feel her body moving against him. Like Lari, it took just a moment to realize where he was and how it all happened. It seemed his cock had awakened before his mind, as he could already feel a slight tension in it. Relief rushed through him at the realization that not only was she not rejecting him, but seemingly wanted more just as much as he did.

He allowed Lari to take control for the moment as the cobwebs of sleep cleared, then moved to claim her once again. As she moved, his cock was sliding between her sweet cheeks, harder by the second, and he could not help pressing against her. The sweet smell of her overpowered him - he grasped her and his lips moved to taste her once again. Her response was as he hoped, and as she turned to him their eyes met in the dim light. It filtered in from the lamp he had lit by the couch, and he realized it was pitch dark out. The little clock by her bed said 9:20 - they had slept for hours. The shine in her eyes told him all he needed to know. "Hi," he said, and his lips covered hers before any response was possible. No longer strangers, their lips moved against each other and hers parted as his tongue slipped in. Gently, tongues played as their hands began exploring. Of course he wanted her right then, and he knew he could have her, but something made him want everything to be just right. 

Slowly he untangled himself from her and said, "Give me a second." 

He went to the bathroom and started the shower, making sure it was just the right temperature. Then he returned to her and offered his hand. 

"Come on," he whispered. 

When she arose they embraced and kissed once more, but he slipped behind her with his hands on her hips, gently guiding her down the hall. 

When they reached the bathroom door, Lari made him wait outside for a moment, relieving herself and cleaning up a little, realizing as he did that they had made more than a bit of a mess of each other. When she opened the door and pulled him in, the steam clouds had started to form, and her skin was already hot and moist. In the bright light they admired each other for a moment, the first time either had had a good look at the other. Both liked what they saw, just what they had imagined and more. Dan was hard from his job in shipping, with muscles that bulged each time he moved, natural and not overdone. Lari had kept herself trim with a daily exercise routine, and lately she had worked a bit harder as Dan had become more frequent in her daydreams. She was moderately tanned from her sessions on the balcony, with just little patches of paler skin from the bikinis she wore. Her Latin heritage dictated that nowhere was she truly white. As Dan reached out and traced the outline of one of those patches his finger grazed her already erect nipple and she shuddered. Seeing that, his fingers closed over the hard tip and he pulled lightly. 

"Ahhhh," she said, and with a smile turned to the shower. "I hate to waste all this nice hot water". 

He helped her in, mindful of her tender ankle, and stepped in behind her. He wrapped his right arm around her waist, and reached around with his left hand until he could grasp her right breast, her body pressed tight against him. 

He pulled her back under the water with him and said, "MMmmm, you're right it feels wonderful. And so do you!" 

She giggled a little and squirmed in his arms. His lips found her wet neck and started kissing, squeezing her even harder. Of course by now his cock was rock hard, and as she moved, it slipped between her legs. She reached down and put her hand under it, pulling it up against her and stroking all that she could reach. He thrust his hips forward to give her more and in the process almost lifted her off the tub bottom. As her hand moved over him he bit lightly into her shoulder. Both of them moaned as her hand closed around him and squeezed. He rolled his hips forward and back so that his shaft moved through her fingers, quickly swelling and hardening to its full size. 

"That's just too good to waste," she said, as she wiggled free of his grasp and turned to him, dropping to her knees on the rubber mat. 

Hot water cascaded over her head and his erect shaft, until she grasped it with both hands and started pulling hard, stroking him til he felt it throbbing. Finally she slipped her lips over the head, sucking and tonguing, just as she would have a Tootsie Pop. 

He groaned with pleasure and wanted more, but she teased him, refusing to take more than just the tip. One hand slipped to his balls and started massaging them, taking care not to press too hard, the other hand firmly wrapped around his shaft, controlling him. 

She leaned back from him and the water, smiling up. "Mmmm, he's better than I imagined - and I imagined alot." 

He chuckled and replied "I'm glad, but thats only a sample." 

"Don't worry, he'll get a complete workout," she said, "that is, if you can handle it." 

She slipped his luscious cock back through her lips and immediately he put both hands on the back of her head, pulling as he rolled his hips forward, his entire length forced into her mouth. He could feel her gag, but held tight, saying, "I can hardly wait"! 

He relented and she slid back off of him, taking deep breaths. She looked up and smiled. "Waiting's over" she whispered, as she slid her lips back over his head and swallowed him, ignoring the discomfort. 

Her tongue ground on his shaft and she closed her teeth on him just a little as payback. She could feel him shuddering as she began to ram her mouth down over him with hard fast strokes, cock bottoming in her throat each time. As she pulled back she pressed as hard as she could with her lips, sucking hard so he got the maximum effect. 

He clenched his fists and bit his lip, determined not to let this end prematurely. Every stroke elicited a groan from deep within him. At last he could hold out no longer, grabbing her head and holding it hard against him. A growl escaped his lips as his hot cum shot into her throat, causing her to gag all the more, but she had no choice but to take all he could give. Which was just what she wanted. 

Dan released her head and she gently slid off of him, saliva and his hot cum mixing with the water flowing over her. Lari felt a sense of triumph as she gave him a cum-eating grin. He grabbed her and pulled her up to him, pressing her hard against his chest. He was shaking, and she could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. His hands moved lightly up and down her smooth, wet, slippery body. She pressed herself against his rapidly softening cock. 

"Was it good?" she whispered, knowing the answer. 

"Fantastic," he said, "almost as good as what you have coming." 

A long kiss followed, bodies grinding together. His fingertips found her nipples and played with them, slipping and sliding with the wetness, pulling and twisting and squeezing just enough. 

Lowering his head he sucked one in, lips pulling on it as his tongue played, circling the tip, then grinding down on it. One hand slipped between her legs and his fingers were immediately inside her. As he sucked and nipped he slowly stroked her, fingers finding her impossibly wet and slippery. Lari moved her body up and down slightly, arching her back to press her breast into his mouth, while her cunt devoured his fingers. 

She shuddered as the waves of pleasure grew, her head back, moans of lust escaping her lips. Suddenly he moved both hands to her hips and dropped to his knees. The moment he moved his lips close to her she rammed her pussy into his face and grabbed his head. 

"Oh Damn! Eat her, Dan, she's sooooooo hot!" 

Knowing what she needed he rammed his tongue into her hot cunt, drinking the juices waiting for him. He grabbed her ass with one hand and pulled her against him as he pressed his other thumb on her clit, rubbing and circling it. Her hips went into overdrive, fucking his face as he devoured her delicious offering. 

It took only moments. Lari grabbed his head and pulled him against her, his face buried to the point he was unable to breath. Still his tongue circled and rammed inside her and and his thumb frantically massaged her hard swollen clit. She shuddered once, stifled a scream and came. Hot juices poured onto his face, far more than he could swallow. He grabbed her ass with both hands or she would have fallen. She could not stop grinding as his tongue went up and down the hot slit between her swollen lips. 

She was shuddering and gasping, almost crying with pleasure. Dan was giving her little kisses and licks all over her swollen, sopping wet pussy as she slowly regained her senses. When Lari came for him it made him feel so good he hated to let go. But he knew they were not done yet. 

Dan stood slowly in front of her, running his hands up her legs, over her hips, up her sides and at last cupping her breasts as he leaned in for a long lingering kiss. Lari's arms held him close as she enjoyed the taste of his mouth and the feel of his lips and tongue. Dan got the soap and started lathering both of them up, and they made a little game of washing each other. 

Once they rinsed off, Dan got a towel and wrapped her in it, then climbed out and got one for himself. She took his hand and climbed out after him, still wet and glistening where the towel did not touch. He took her towel and slowly dried her, frequently rubbing and touching, and sometimes kissing a special spot. Finally they dropped the towels and stood for a last lingering kiss. Bodies cool from the wetness quickly re-heated. 

They walked hand in hand to the bedroom and dove onto the bed together. Quickly they were wrapped up in each other, kissing and touching and murmuring how good it felt. There was no hurry now, they were enjoying the luxury of slowly and gently pleasing each other. Dan's hands traveled over her body, lingering to tease a nipple or stroke her pussy, but never staying too long. 

Lari was enjoying the feel of his hard body, giving and receiving kisses in all the little out of the way places, occasionally reaching to run her hands over his cock, hard but not yet completely rigid. 

She gave it a few strokes and then playfully slapped his ass. In return he flipped her over and gave her a little spanking, reddening her cheeks slightly, then kissing all over each one. He ran his tongue over them, then slowly up her back. 

As he did he straddled her backside, leaning forward over her, kissing across her shoulders and neck, his ever hardening cock resting between her cheeks. Lying on top of her, Dan slid his arms around her, finding her breasts in his hands and gently kneading them. She moaned with pleasure and wiggled her ass against his cock. He gave a sigh of satisfaction and started rolling his hips, sliding his cock between the firm smooth mounds. 

Finally he slid back off of her, kneeling between her legs, as he did so whispering, "Up on your knees." 

She did as she was told and wiggled her smooth ass at him. In reply he bent down and gently bit one saucy cheek. She jumped at the unexpected shock of it, giving a little whimper, but then immediately started rolling her ass in a little circle. He slid his hands up and down her thighs and over her hips, loving the smooth feel of her body, then slipped one hand between her legs. His fingers gently stroked her smooth pussy, then slipped between her waiting lips, slowly in and out. 

Dan could feel her tremble when he touched her and when he finally slipped two fingers inside her, she moaned and pushed back onto them. She was already soaking wet and his hand was instantly slick and slippery. When he slipped his fingers up over her clit and rubbed it with the slippery liquid Lari started making those little mewing sounds he loved to hear, rolling her hips back and forth in time with his hand. 

He moved forward a bit and replaced his fingers with his cock, letting it press against her pussy, slipping up and down. As he slid back she spread her legs wider, opening herself for him, and he pressed forward, watching as he slid smoothly between her lips, his cock slowly disappearing. Half way in he stopped, but she thrust her ass back at him, taking more, so he grabbed her hips and pushed until he was buried in her sweet cunt. She gave a moan of pure pleasure at the feel of him inside her, and slowly clenched and relaxed her muscles around him. 

The feeling was amazing, and he held himself pressed against her ass, loving the way her pussy massaged him. Slowly back and just as slowly in again, her ass rolling back to meet him. Little by little they moved faster, and he rammed his cock in harder with each stroke, slapping against her waiting ass. Both of them were gasping with pleasure at each stroke. Her body bounced as he slammed into her, and the bed started to rock in time, headboard tapping the wall harder and harder. 

She began mumbling soft little sounds, urging him on, begging him to give her more, faster, harder! of course he complied and rammed his rigid cock in and out like a piston, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back as he fucked her like never before. Finally a full blown scream as she came hard, boiling juices flooding over his cock and dripping onto the bed. Dan rammed it in and held it, letting her feel all its swollen length, and he felt her contractions, holding him captive as she shuddered with one orgasm after another. 

Both of them were panting and breathless, Dan sweating from his efforts. He ran his hands over her smooth ass and back, cock still hard inside her, finally leaning to kiss between her shoulder blades. 

Lari pushed herself up on her hands, and slowly pulled off of his still throbbing cock. She turned over and stared at him, at last giving a prolonged sigh. "Damn, I just can't get enough of you," she smiled. 

Unexpectedly she leaned over and turned on the little light on the nightstand. Then she reached down and grabbed his shaft, still shiny with her cum, and started stroking it. She crawled over to him and without ceremony slid her lips over his cock. She didn't take it all this time but started to move her tight lips up and down it hard and fast, feeling him get harder with each stroke. Her eyes looked up to him, shining in the bright light. Dan just stared and enjoyed every stroke. Finally she pulled off of him and laid back down, stuffing a pillow under her ass as she did so. 

He could see the fires of lust burning in her eyes. "Please, fuck me again, so hard I won't be able to walk, and this time I want to watch every stroke. And then I want you to cum on my breasts and all over me so I can see it and taste it. Dan, I never felt anything like this, never thought I could feel like this, but I don't want to miss a thing." 

"Mmmm I'd love to do everything you want and more besides." Dan replied. "This is more than I ever imagined and I don't want it to stop." 

With that he moved between her legs as she spread them wide, grabbing his cock and stroking it to its hardest possible state as he stared at her naked, wanton body. She rolled her hips up at him to show how ready she was, and in reply he slid the tip just in - and then rammed it to the hilt! 

The force pushed her back a bit and she grimaced, but through clenched lips she hissed, "Yesssssssssss, damn it yesssssssssss, now harder"! 

Even as she spoke he began to pound against her pussy, hard and fast, the angle with the pillow was such that he was ramming her ass down into the mattress. Both of them were grunting and groaning with each stroke, her hips lifting her waiting pussy for each new invasion. He leaned over her, hands at her sides, while she stared at his hard shaft burying itself in her, then re-appearing shiny and wet with her juices. Suddenly he bent his head down and bit her nipple, hard! He rammed his cock into her and held it as he pulled up, stretching the hard tip and lifting her breast. It hurt - it felt wonderful! 

"AHHHhhhh," she breathed, as she rolled her hips so she could feel the hard shaft inside of her. He released her aching nipple and grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing hard, as he once again began to pound her. Loud slapping, heavy breathing, and their moans, the only sounds in the room. 

She felt her pussy begin to to tingle as she neared her final climax, and she began to whimper, "Yes, yes, yes!" in a little girl voice. 

In response he redoubled his efforts and at last drove her over the top. Lari's aching cunt gushed its juices around his throbbing cock and flooded the sheets as she cried out in extasy. He rammed down into her and held as her body jerked and spasmed again and again. His cock was throbbing and ready to explode, but he remembered what she had asked for. Quickly he withdrew and slid up over her, straddling her still convulsing tummy. He pressed his cock down between her breasts and his hands squeezed them hard against it. Her eyes were wide as she watched the head appear and disappear as he fucked her tits frantically, determined to give her all she wanted. 

It felt wonderful, and in a moment he began to shudder. His fingertips pulled up on her nipples as his cock sprang up and spurted, showering his cum on her tits, her chin, even her shoulders. His body jerked uncontrollably as he emptied his load for her. 

"Oh god, yesssssssss," she exclaimed, as she lifted her head and sucked his oozing cock into her mouth, milking the last drops from him. 




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Her fingers found little pools and transported more of his honey to her lips. He stared down at her, hardly believing that this was happening to him. Reluctantly she released his softened cock at last, and he fell onto the bed next to her. Their hands and fingers intertwined, but they were too spent to do anything more. Bodies pressed together, they drifted off once more.



The Balcony Ch. 03



Katia was sitting on her chair facing Ken. Ken was on his own balcony, facing toward her on his chair. They chatted as the night went on, sipping from a pitcher of sangria that Ken had made earlier. Both of them were wearing bathrobes tied at the waist, though Ken had to admit, she looked much better in her blue linen robe than he did in his light gray cotton. 

Her long black hair falling in ringlets past her shoulders and her willowy body were something to behold regardless of what she was dressed in. Her sapphire blue eyes seemed to penetrate from the darkness as they talked.

"Do you think you will still see Valeri as a boyfriend?" Ken asked.

"I'm sure I will," she said thoughtfully as she took a sip from her sangria. "I think he was just a little overwhelmed when I wanted to have sex with him out here on the balcony."

"He just left without saying a word!" Ken said. 

Katia laughed.

"Yes," she said. "That's his way of dealing with things he doesn't understand."

"What, by running away from them?" Ken asked with a chuckle.

"Exactly!" she answered with a hearty laugh. "He's not the kind of person to talk about what's bothering him. He goes away to think about it for awhile and, when he's made up his mind how he feels about it, he comes back to let me know."

Ken smirked and looked at the floor.

"He's not like you westerners," she said, rolling the liquid in her glass around the inside. "He's not like your Doctor Phil."

Ken laughed long and hard then.

"Neither am I!" He guffawed. "If I were, I think I wouldn't have been able to do what we did earlier!"

"Nor so often," she said with a sly grin. "In fact I'm betting you could probably get your cock hard again if you wanted to."

Ken grinned at her and pulled his robe aside to reveal a very erect penis surrounded by reddish blond hair.

"Too late," he said. "It's been hard for a little while now."

Katia stood up and walked saucily toward the cedar panel separating their balconies and leaned slightly against it, sliding her left foot out and to the side until her bathrobe was parted just below her crotch. The crosshatch cedar slats pressed the linen robe against her body and Ken felt his erection throb as he watched her.

"Perhaps it's time we finally did something about this damned partition between us," she whispered.

Ken got to his feet and stepped toward the partition, reaching his hand around the outside of it and resting his hand on her bum. He reveled in the feel of the linen robe as he cupped her ass cheek and squeezed it playfully.

"Your place or mine?" he asked. 

"Perhaps we could just meet in the hall and fuck each other senseless out there," she said coyly.

"Or maybe I could climb around the outside of this damned partition and we could fuck each other senseless out here," he said. "I'll bet you'd sound very sexy bent over this rail if I banged you from behind. You could scream to all the neighbors about how good it feels."

Katia grinned and kissed him.

"I think I'd like to see that," she said.

Just then they heard a knock at the door. She whirled her head and stepped back from the partition.

"It looks like Valeri has had enough time to think," she said. She handed her glass of sangria to Ken and gave him a fierce look. "Stay quiet! If he senses you, he'll lose his mind. There's no telling what he'd do if he knew you were there."

Ken nodded and sat back in his chair. He left his balcony door open in the event he had to make a quick exit and then faded into the shadows.

She went to the door and greeted Valeri. She led him to the balcony and, when he protested, she took his hand and guided him to the chair with his back to the cedar divider and to Ken.

"So, what's on your mind?" she asked as she settled into her own chair.

Valeri hesitated and Ken just knew he was frowning as he thought.

"You've never done this kind of thing before," he said with his heavy Russian accent. "You always keep the curtains to your balcony closed until a short time ago. Now you want to... you want to be naked out here and to... you sucked me out here!"

Katia grinned teasingly.

"You didn't like it?" she asked.

"Well of course I liked it!" he stated emphatically. "I didn't think you'd like it!"

"You've wanted to do this before?" she asked with her eyes wide and a bright smile.

Valeri hesitated again and was finding it difficult to speak.

"I did," he said. "But, I never thought you'd do it. I thought maybe with someone else it might happen, but not with you."

Katia's eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Someone else?" she asked coldly. "And who might this someone else be?"

"There is no someone else!" he said quickly. "I just meant... I only... I thought if we broke up, there would be someone else; but there is no someone else."

"We're breaking up?" she said dubiously.

"No!" he exclaimed. "I didn't mean that! I only meant if we broke up."

"So," she said slowly, "if we broke up, you'd find someone else to have the sex you've been craving, instead of the plain old boring sex you have with me."

"No!" Valeri said in exasperation. "That's not what I'm saying at all!"

"Hmm," she said, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Did it occur to you that I might want to have this sex that you've been craving too; that I might get just as excited by having you take me from behind while I bend over this rail?"

She stood up and leaned against the rail then and shoved her bum enticingly toward Valeri. She reached back with one hand and raised the back of her robe until her pussy, framed in jet-black tufts of hair, was peaking from just below the hem.

Valeri swallowed hard and stood up almost in a trance. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his ankles and then started to walk awkwardly toward her.

"Take them off," she said as she grinned over her shoulder at him. "Take it all off!"

He blinked twice and then hurriedly removed his clothes. He stepped out of his pants and boxer shorts and pulled his white button-down shirt over his head. He dropped it to the floor and then hopped from one foot to the other to remove his shoes and socks. 

Then he was naked and even Ken had to admire his physique. He was almost six feet tall with a lean muscular build. His stomach was flat and his arms and legs showed the toning that only people who work out regularly get.

His cock was about six inches long and slender. Katia stroked it lovingly, reaching back with one hand as she guided it toward her slit. He thrust his hips forward and squatted slightly until his cock was lined up with her entrance. She pushed back slightly until it popped past her lips and then Valeri shoved it into her. He began pistoning his hips as hard and as fast as he could. Ken could see Katia's bum jiggling from the force of his thrusts. She gasped with each thrust, the breath being pushed out of her as she was forced against the rail. Valeri grunted like an animal and hissed between his teeth as he mumbled something in Russian. 

After a couple of minutes, he shoved forward hard and held her still. Ken guessed he was cumming. He grunted loudly and then he fell back, almost tripping over the chair a few feet behind him. He found the arm of the chair with his hand and lowered himself into it shakily and mumbled something Ken couldn't understand.

He spoke again, this time obviously in Russian, and Katia grinned in response. 

"I told you it would be enjoyable," she said as she glided toward him and sat on his lap.

Valeri nodded and leaned back with his head over the back of the chair until he was staring at the ceiling and spoke again between gasps for air.

"What do you mean?" Katia asked suddenly. "You just got here!"

"We've been out all night and it's late," he said. "I have to go!"

"You've been wandering around for the past hour!" she countered. "I've been stuck here waiting for you to come back all that time!"

"I still have to go," he said.

"Perhaps you should go then," she said. 

She stood up and walked into the apartment and Valeri watched her go with a bemused expression. He stood up and stretched and pulled his clothes on and then walked back into the apartment. 

After a few minutes Ken heard the door open and close and then he heard nothing. He sat there for almost five minutes, wondering whether Katia would come back out and then he finally decided that she wasn't. 

He gathered up his glasses and pitcher of sangria and returned to his own apartment.

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The next day Ken didn't see Katia. In fact, he didn't see her the whole week. 

Every morning, he went to his balcony before work and drank his coffee as he looked out over the neighborhood and soaked up the morning sun. Each time he sat naked at his patio table hoping that she would come out to say good morning but each time he was disappointed.

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Friday night came and Ken went out for drinks. He came home around midnight and stripped his clothes off and went to the balcony. He sat at his table and sipped sangria. Sometimes he stood up and leaned over the rail and watched the world go by. 

He heard a sound from next door and saw Katia staring at him through the glass door to her balcony. She was wearing her white nightdress tied at her waist and appeared to be trying to make a decision. He returned her stare and smiled and then turned away. He heard the glass door sliding open and then she was leaning on her rail, their elbows less than two feet apart.

"Have you been waiting for me?" she asked as she stared out at the night sky.

"Sometimes," he said.

"I had some thinking to do," she said quietly. 

"I guess you did," he said, leaning over to watch as a carload of people were dropped off at the front door of the building. He watched them head to the door and then he looked outward once more.

"Valeri doesn't want me anymore," she said sadly.

"Then he's an idiot," Ken replied.

Katia smiled ruefully and turned toward him.

"You're sweet," she said, her east European accent sounding so exotic in the darkness.

Ken made his face expressionless and stared down at the street.

"You liked him didn't you," he said softly.

"I thought I did," she answered, "until I realized what a selfish lover he was."

"I noticed that," Ken said with a frown. "He's young; he doesn't know how to be a good lover yet."

"Were you like that?" she asked.

"No," he said with a throaty laugh.

"I didn't think so," she said with a smile. "I can't imagine you being selfish about anything."

"I can be," he said with a frown.

"I don't believe that," she said, staring at him now with amusement.

"For instance," he said, turning toward her and smiling, "I'd like to see you naked again; that's selfish."

She shrugged her nightdress over her shoulders and it fell in a small pool around the back of her feet. Her nipples hardened and grew as they came into view and she blushed brightly. Despite her bashfulness, she squeezed her arms together under her breasts, pushing them together and upward. Ken's cock grew to half mast upon seeing them and smiled in appreciation.

"That's not selfish," she said. "That's honest."

"I can be honest a lot!" he said.

She giggled and stepped as close to him as the cedar panel would allow.

"Don't you think it's time we did something about this damn partition?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "I do."

He hoisted himself up on the rail and, gripping the cedar panel for support, dropped down on to her side of the divider.

"That was very dangerous!" she said sternly, although she was giggling as she said it.

"Yes," he said breathlessly. "Did I mention I'm afraid of heights? I was terrified the whole time! I don't think I could ever do that again!"

"Then how will you get home?" she asked with a grin.

"I'll worry about that when I need to," he said.

He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. His hard-on grew as it was squashed against her pubic mound and she purred appreciatively as it probed her wetness.

Ken guided her backward until her legs contacted the patio chair. He grinned and gave her an exaggerated shove. She yelped as she fell backward into the chair and then Ken was on his knees between her thighs. He rested her legs over his shoulders and bent forward to inhale her aroma.

He pushed his nose into her entrance and she sighed heavily. He nuzzled her slit with the tip of his nose, pushing it upward until it was directly against her clitoris. He mumbled wordlessly against it and then took it between his lips, sucking and nibbling on it as she wriggled her bum. She put her hands on his head and twined her fingers in his hair, mashing her pussy against his face. She moaned and gripped him with her legs crossed behind his neck. 

Ken grinned against her mound and then lapped his tongue upward beginning at the base of her slit and all the way to her clitoris. Her pubic hair, normally a tangle of soft black curls, was soaked with her juices. The more she wriggled against his face, the more matted it became and Ken laughed softly as he pulled some stray hairs out of his mouth. 

Katia groaned audibly and Ken could feel her grip on his head tighten. With both arms and both legs, she was pulling him tighter and tighter until he could barely move. She cried out and he began moving his face from side to side, smearing her pussy juices all over himself. She cried out again and started pushing his head from side to side with her hands in rhythm with the motion he had already begun. Grinding herself against him, she moaned loudly and then she was cumming. 

Her voice became shrill and she tensed up. Ken just held on for the ride until her spasms subsided. When she finally loosed her grip, he straightened up and leaned against her in the chair as she gasped for breath and stared at the ceiling with her head thrown back.

From somewhere out in the darkness they heard whooping and cheering. There were men's and women's voices shouting out catcalls and one woman shouted loudly.

"You go Girl! Make him work for it!"

"Don't' worry," Katia called out breathlessly. "He's earned it!" 

There was laughter and Ken looked at her with a grin.

"I have?" he asked.

"Oh yes!" she said as she pushed his head between her C-cup breasts, her skin sweaty from exertion and her chest still heaving. "I'm going to have to work for it now."

Ken moved his head slightly and took her left nipple between his lips.

"Oh God!" she cried out. 

She shuddered again and gasped loudly. She threw her head back again and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close enough that his cock was nestled between her pussy lips. Ken nibbled on her nipple and she gasped again, her legs pulling him closer still, so he was now inside her. He breathed deeply himself as her warmth engulfed him and sighed. 

Katia shuddered again and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her thighs were trembling and her whole body seemed to be quivering. 

"Oh yeah!" she said, her voice high pitched and squeaky. "I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming again!"

Her thighs tensed against his bum and Ken groaned as her pussy spasmed. She tensed again and then she was pushing him away, her arms straight against his chest and her thighs closing together until his cock popped out of her.

"I can't take anymore!" she gasped. "I've never cum four times in a row like that! I can't breathe!"

Ken leaned forward and hugged her.

"It's okay," he said. "We can wait."

They heard a girl's voice call out softly from somewhere close by.

"Could I come and join you guys?" she asked.

Ken chuckled and Katia opened her eyes wide.

"Who's that?" she said with alarm.

"My name is Jenn," she said in an exaggerated whisper. "I've never cum four times in a row like that either. I was hoping I could... you know... try it!"

Katia laughed softly and buried her head in Ken's shoulder.

"I think the neighborhood is enjoying our show," she said.

"I know I am!" he said as he leaned against her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Katia smiled and sighed at the feel of his body next to hers.

"Hello?" they heard Jenn call out. "Are you guys still there?"

"We're here," Katia replied, grinning broadly.

"What do you think?" Jenn asked. "Can I come over?"

Katia looked at Ken, her face unreadable.

"What do you think?" she asked him.

Ken stared back at her a little overwhelmed.

"What do you mean?" he said in surprise.

"Do you want her to join us?" she said.

Ken frowned and studied her face. 

"This is some kind of test right?" he said dubiously.

Katia laughed and shook her head.

"It's no test," she said. "It might even be fun!"

"Okay," he said. "Go for it!"

"Hello Jenn?" Katia called out.

"I'm here!"

"Come to the sixth floor." She said.

They heard Jenn give a triumphant shout and then silence. 

"Do you think she'll come?" Katia asked.

"Probably," Ken said. 

Katia stood up and reached for her nightdress. She pulled it on and went into the apartment. She went to the front door and opened it and peeked out into the hall. Ken watched her from the balcony and Katia looked back at him shrugging her shoulders. She looked back into the hall and then Ken saw her tense. She said something into the hall and then a girl was coming through the door and into the apartment. 

She looked to be about twenty three and had straight auburn hair that hung just above her shoulders. She wore a tight T-shirt and jeans over her petite build and she was grinning shyly as Katia led her to the balcony.

"Ken," she said, "meet Jenn."

Jenn giggled at Ken's nudity and blushed as she looked at his cock, which was still semi-erect. 

"Jenn says she wants to watch us for awhile," Katia said with a chuckle.

"Sounds great," Ken said. "But you're going to have to take your clothes off if you want to stay Jenn."

Jenn opened her mouth in shock and looked at Katia. Katia shrugged and nodded her head and then dropped her nightdress to the floor so she too was naked.

Jenn giggled and looked from Ken to Katia and back.

"I've never taken my clothes off for two strangers before," she said as she slowly began pulling her T-shirt up to reveal her tummy.

"I've never allowed someone to watch while I have sex before," Katia said as she knelt on the floor beside Ken.

Jenn giggled again and pulled her shirt over her head.

"Okay, but don't laugh!" she said self consciously. 

"I don't think so!" Ken said as he stared at her bra covered tits. 

They were smaller than Katia's, probably a small C-cup, but her petite build made them look bigger than they were. She unclasped her bra and blushed as she saw both Ken and Katia staring at her. She giggled again and undid the buttons to her jeans and slid them to the floor. She was wearing a black thong panty and Ken knew before she pulled them down that her pussy was shaven; the outline of her lips could be seen against the dark fabric. She pulled those off and looked up sheepishly to look at Ken and Katia. 

"She's gorgeous isn't she?" Katia said softly.

"Very!" Ken replied.

By now his cock was rock hard, as hard as it had been when he was inside Katia.

"Why don't you bend over the rail for me?" he asked Katia. "I really need to cum!"

Katia stepped to the rail and bent forward. All three of them were now consumed with lust and there was no more grinning or giggling. Ken stepped behind her and lined his cock up with her slit and pushed inside slowly.

"Oh God!" Jenn gasped. "I've never seen anyone do that before!"

They both stared at Jenn as she settled into the patio chair with her thighs spread wide. Her hand was buried in her pussy and she plunged her fingers between her lips furiously as she watched them fuck.




The Balcony Ch. 03



Ken moved in and out of Katia rhythmically. Katia was amazed at his gentleness considering how horny he was. He slid his cock back and forth, reveling in the friction against her tunnel. He cupped her breast in one hand and tweaked her nipple. Katia sighed and cooed and moved her bum against his belly. Ken gasped and started pushing faster. Katia sighed and Jenn moaned softly.

"Do you like watching us?" Katia whispered.

"Oh yes!" Jenn replied with a gasp. 

"Come closer!" Katia said to her. "I want you to suck Ken's cock!"

As if in a trance, Jenn stood up from her chair. She stepped slowly toward them and then got to her knees beside them. Katia pushed Ken's cock out of her pussy and held it with one hand. She guided it toward Jenn's mouth and the girl opened up wide. Katia stroked Ken's cock softly while Jenn took the head on her tongue. Katia kissed Ken on the cheek and whispered in his ear.

"Cum for me!" she said. "Cum in her mouth! Let me see how horny you are!"

Jenn closed her lips over his cock head and Katia kept stroking the shaft.

"Come on Baby," she whispered. "Cum in her mouth for me!"

Ken grunted and Jenn squeaked softly as he came. She clamped her mouth closed and Katia smiled as she nibbled on Ken's ear. Jenn started swallowing though a trickle of semen rolled out of the side of her mouth and down to her chin. Katia pressed her pubic mound over Ken's thigh and ground against him, clenching her own thigh around his and pressing her breasts into his side.

"Mm!" Jenn mumbled around Ken's cock as he started to shrink. 

She swabbed his head with her tongue and stood up. Ken pulled her close and kissed her, dipping his tongue into her mouth to taste his own cum. He turned then to Katia and kissed her, sliding his tongue past her lips and sharing the taste with her too.

Ken reached down with one hand and cupped Jenn's bum. With the other he cupped Katia's bum. After that, he didn't think life got much better with the two naked girls snuggling against him, the taste of his semen still lingering on their lips and tongues.

He moved to the chair and sat down. Jenn sat in the other chair and Katia crouched against his legs on the floor. 

"Are you happy that you came here?" she asked Jenn.

Jenn grinned and blushed again, her pebble-like nipples hardening in response. 

"Yes," she said with a giggle. "I've had sex before with a few guys, but I've never done or even seen anything close to what's happened here before!"

"I've had a few men too," Katia said as she placed her hand on Ken's cock, "but I haven't seen a penis with such a big head before. Is it big or am I just inexperienced?"

Jenn blushed again and leaned forward to watch her stroke him.

"I think I'm not experienced enough to answer that," she said. "I've seen bigger heads before, but they were cocks that were longer than his."

"I've seen longer cocks too," Katia said. "But the heads were never as big and round as this one."

Katia stood up from the floor and then turned her back to Ken. She placed her feet on either side of his and then began to squat down over his lap.

"I can't take this anymore!" she said with a smile. "I want to cum while Jenn is watching."

Ken grabbed his cock and held it in place as Katia lined it up with her pussy. She wriggled her bum a little and then the head was between her lips. She sank down on it with an audible sigh and closed her eyes in bliss. She started moving her hips and Ken leaned back in his chair and held her hips with his hands. She ground against him, swishing her mound against his pubis and bit her bottom lip. She reached down and held her hand against his cock and then started moving up and down. She gasped and leaned forward, using her thigh muscles to move her pussy against him. She looked back and under her as she did, enjoying the sight of his cock disappearing inside her. When she looked forward again, Jenn had her legs spread wide. One hand was rubbing her pussy and the other was holding her tit. 

Jenn cupped her breast and pinched her nipple and watched intently as Katia rode Ken's cock. She gasped a little and her hips started swiveling against her hand. 

Katia gripped her own nipples and pinched them as she watched Jenn get herself off. She redoubled her efforts, sliding her pussy up and down Ken's shaft as quickly as she could. 

"Mm, watch me cum," she whispered.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she mumbled softly. She thrust downward on to Ken's cock once more and moaned. Her thighs gripped Ken on either side of his lap and her face grew beet red with effort. She cried out and then leaned back against Ken's chest breathing heavily.

She placed her hand languidly over her mound and cupped it, loving the feel of Ken's still erect cock buried inside her.

"You're still hard!" she said with a smile.

Ken nodded and cupped her tits with both hands, loving the feel of her naked body splayed against his own. 

"Would you like to fuck Jenn?" she asked him, turning her face back to look at him. "She looks like she could use it."

They both looked over at Jenn who was watching them intently. She was masturbating herself with both hands and her petite body writhed in ecstasy. 

"Do you want to fuck me?" Ken asked her.

She looked at him, her eyes half closed with lust, and nodded wordlessly. 

Katia moved off of Ken's lap and he stepped toward Jenn with his cock bobbing in front of him. Jenn locked her eyes on it as he approached and cooed softly as he picked her up out of the chair. 

Ken threw some pillows from the chairs on to the floor and lay Jenn down in front of him. She spread her legs wide and stared into his eyes anxiously.

"I've never done it with an old guy before," she said quietly.

"Don't worry," Ken said with a grin. "It'll be just like with a young guy except slower."

"And better!" Katia put in as she pulled a chair up to watch them.

Ken placed his cock at her entrance and put his hands on the floor beside her head. He pushed it in leisurely, sliding it past her pussy lips and savoring the feeling as it went in inch by inch. Jenn gave a small cry and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him toward her. She locked her ankles together and started bucking her hips, her breath coming in short gasps as she bumped against his pubic bone. She put her hands on his bum and pressed him toward her, urging him to go faster. 

Ken placed his mouth over hers and kissed her. When he did she immediately stopped pulling him into her. He rotated his hips sensuously as he bumped his cock against her vaginal walls and then brought the head almost all the way out and up. He pushed it against her clitoris and she gasped. She mewled quietly and lay back, allowing him to dictate the rhythm. She gasped again and then Ken was pushing in and out of her with a slow measured pace.

They stared into each other's eyes as they fucked and Jenn's eyes started to grow wider. She grunted and then moaned and Katia leaned down close, her face hovering just over theirs.

"That looks like it feels good," she said.

Jenn nodded and made a small sound agreeing with her.

"She's so wet and slippery!" Ken said. "I feel like I'm in heaven!"

"Wet like me?" Katia said. 

"Yes!" he said with a grunt. "I'm going to cum soon! I want to cum inside her!"

"Oh yes!" Jenn said in a small voice. "Cum inside me; I want to feel you shoot!"

Ken grunted and started pushing inside her harder.

"I'm going to cum too!" Jenn said, her breathing becoming fast and shallow. "Cum for me; I want to feel it! I'm going to cum; cum inside me Baby!"

She squealed and tensed her thighs just as Ken shoved into her hard. He groaned as he shot his semen inside her. He groaned again when he felt her pussy spasm around his cock. He raised himself over her with his arms straight and growled like an animal. Jenn wailed as she held on to him and then fell back against the pillow beneath her. Ken rolled to his side breathing hard and Katia leaned down and took his shrinking cock into her mouth. She swabbed it clean with her tongue and then pushed her tongue inside Jenn's pussy and lapped at the semen drooling out from between her lips. Jenn squealed again and held Katia's head still as she ground her clitoris against her face. She shuddered once more and Katia sat up looking surprised at her self.

Suddenly, the sounds of catcalls and cheering could be heard from somewhere out in the darkness. 

"Way to go Jenn!" a woman's voice called out.

"Give her one for me Man!" a guy shouted.

Jenn blushed to a beet red and rolled her eyes as she tried to cover her embarrassment. Katia and Ken laughed softly with their heads bent together and then looked up in surprise as Ken's cat meowed at them loudly from the opposite side of the divider separating their balconies.

"She's confused why I'm on the wrong side of the panel," he said laughing. "She wants me to come home."

"How are you going to get home?" Katia asked him with amusement.

Ken frowned and stood up. He pulled himself over the rail and walked gingerly along the ledge and then climbed onto his own balcony where the cat watched him cautiously. 

"I am never ever going to do that again!" he said with feeling.

"I'm coming over there too," Katia said. "But I'm going through the front door."

"Me too," Jenn said with enthusiasm. "That is... if it's okay with you guys."

"I'll get the sangria ready," Ken said.