0 comments/ 29160 views/ 0 favorites The Balcony By: CAHC There was a soft breeze blowing. The smell of pine was in the air and the full moon had just risen over the tree tops lighting as far as the eye could see. The mountain lake looked like glass as the moonlight shown down over the glassy surface. The night critters of the woods were coming out singing their calls and chirps. They rented a log cabin for the week with a balcony that overlooked this incredibly beautiful lake. He was in an unbuttoned, long sleeved, cotton gauze shirt. She had on a white, silky robe with see-through sleeves. It was barely long enough to cover her feminine sexuality. The cabin had rustic patio doors that opened to the balcony and the lake looked so inviting, they had to go out to feel the breeze and gaze on the beauty of nature around them. She stepped out to stand against the railing. He followed and they stood together with her back to him. Her long, chestnut brown hair brushed against his bare chest in the breeze. He moved closer to her putting his arms around her as his hands started exploring the front of her body. He was kissing the side of her neck softly. She turned to face him, placing her hands on his chest under his shirt and began caressing his chest and around to his back. They were kissing deep passionate kisses and time stood still. The chase lounge which was to their side had become invaluable to the romance they were longing to develop. She laid down with her legs slightly spread as her robe rose further up exposing herself to him. He laid to her side just a bit and started probing at her to play, to tease to entice. She shivered as he stroked his fingers over her pussy, teasing her clit and ever so slightly penetrating her with one then two of his fingers. His fingers glistened from her juices as he continued to arouse and stimulate her. Soft moans were coming from her as he enticed her more and more. Sliding down her body to the flower he wanted to taste as she had gotten so wet from his playful teasing. From the distance they could hear people walking along the sandy beach beside the lake. She giggled knowing that all the guests had to do was look up to see their silhouettes against the skyline. Now with his head between her legs, tasting her nectar, he slid his tongue inside her and her moans became louder. Using his fingers, his tongue, he knew just where to touch to drive her so completely to sexual ecstasy. On and on he manipulated his tongue and fingers on her pussy taking her closer to orgasm and then slowly backing down to not let her cum too soon. “You’ll cum for me, baby, but not just yet.” He said so softly. Taking her clit between his teeth he nibbled gently, as he parted her lips with two of his fingers to penetrate her slowly on first entry, then LUNGED his fingers as far in as they would go. She GASPED as it took her breath away. Holding his fingers there for a moment, he then slid them out of her to LUNGE them back in again. On that she SCREAMED with delight!! Now on the verge of orgasm, he stood leaving her there on the lounge trembling, while he went inside the cabin. She was trembling uncontrollably from being taken to near completion of ecstasy to...nothing. Within a few minutes he returned with two glasses of wine that they may continue to enjoy the moonlight dancing across the mountain lake. But he had something else with him that he slipped into his shirt pocket before she could see what it was. She was composed enough that she was able to stand and the urgency to cum had subsided...for a while. Sipping at the wine, he stroked her hair as the breezes off the lake increased, as they heard the leaves from the trees rustle. Arms around each other and standing at the railing, they could see down on the beach below a few more guests from the resort gathered to enjoy the romantic setting of moonlight and lake. Finishing the wine, he turned her toward him and kissed a deep passionate kiss, his tongue entering her mouth and entwining with hers. She floated as though her feet left the ground and she was going through time and space. Again he began caressing her, fondling her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples. From the breeze of the night air and his touches, chills overcame her entire body. Giving her a moment to let her ease back to earth, he turned her around to face the railing. Taking each of her hands in his, he out stretched her hands on the railing. He pressed his chest against her back while leaving her hands on the railing placed his hands on her lower hips. Then starting to fondle her buttocks from under her robe. She felt his cock had become so erect that it was pressing between the crack of her ass. Now she felt one of his hands placed on the middle of her back and the other on her hip as he bent her forward over the railing. He then pulled out of his shirt pocket what he had slipped in earlier. She wasn’t able to see what it was but felt what seemed to be a small probe sliding up and down her pussy. She then realized it was a butt plug that he was teasing her with, to arouse her and get it wet before inserting it into her ass. Enticing her more and more with it, she was getting excited and very wet with what he was going to do next. Just below their balcony she could see the guests looking up as they had clear view of what was happening. From the moans and sighs that were heard, the small crowd was intent on watching the activity on that balcony from the silhouettes in the moonlight. Sliding the plug in her cunt, she squirmed playfully and before she had any more time to react, he shoved in her ass and again she GASPED. Pulling her back slightly from the railing, he then bent her forward further with her still holding the railing. He parted her legs with his as he started stroking his cock and parting her pussy lips with his hardening member. Just the head of his cock he penetrated her, teasing her. She moved closer to him to try and get a bit more penetration from him but he moved back. “You’ll get it when I want you to have it.” He said firmly. “Oh, PLEASE!” She begged. But to no avail. Dipping just the head in her, she was now whimpering. “Do you want it?” He asked her sharply. “YES, PLEASE!” She begged again. “Then tell me what you want!” He commanded. “Please fuck me, please! Shove your cock in me DEEP! PLEASE!!” She said with almost a cry. Nothing... Again she begged him, “FUCK ME NOW, PLEASE! LET ME FEEL YOU!!” When he felt she could stand no more waiting from him, he PLUNGED his cock hard into her! She screamed so loudly, it startled the people below. He watched as he started pumping a slow rhythmic motion, innn and outtt of her. Between him pumping her and the butt plug in her ass, she was losing any control she might have had. Her own juices was surrounding his cock and flowing from her. Her mind was, as it does, soaring through air and she was feeling herself coming to climax as he was now pumping faster and harder. Together their movements were in sync and both their hearts pounding as both were approaching final ecstasy. “Oh God!” She cried out, “I’M CUMMINNGG!! YES NOW, OH YES NNOOOWWWW!!” Hearing that he could not hold back and he came inside her with what felt like a bomb going off. “MMMMMMM” His low toned moans told her they were together in their sexual explosion. Both trembled as they came together, bodies joined, emotions in harmony and once again time stood still. The crowd from below the balcony were silent as they watched the couple. Knowing full well that to the two there was no one else in the world to them at the time and were happy to see two people enjoy each other so much but at the same time were also a bit jealous. The two lovers faced and held each other. Kissing each other and knowing they had a whole week with nothing but each other to enjoy. The Balcony The moonlit night blanketed her frame as she stood on the railing of the balcony. The black slip nightie billowing to the left of her as the wind whispered through it. Falling, off her shoulders were the slim spaghetti straps of the thin fabric, threatening to allowing twin lush mounds to escape. She watched with luminescent pools of wonder....had God's ocean always been so beautiful or was it just that love made things look so much better...so much brighter? She pressed against the wrought iron railing with silken hands, steadying her posture as she watched the gentle roll of the ocean. He entered the room stealthily, his panache' for sneaking up on her increased almost daily. Within his strong hands a green stem, thorny and fierce if touched without care. Atop it a red mound of crimson fragrance that wafted through the room like a sheer tapestry. He moved behind her on the balcony, running the bulbed head over her back. Silk upon silk he thought. She threatened to turn before his manly hand stopped her turn, holding her securely in place along the railing. His body moved forward....a study in manly physique. One hand snaked around her stomach, the other tormenting her senses with the rose; his body pressed into hers pinning her against the cold railing. Hands lifted and draped over his, the one with the rose, moving in synchronized rhythm with his over her body. Releasing the rose she clasped it and twirled it under her nose, taking in its heading scent. His fingers drew up the sides of her legs and under the silk nightie that attempted to cover them. Clasping his thumbs within the slim black bikini panties he spoke the first words... "My angel...you are exquisite in the moonlight." His thumbs lopped the tiny fabric and slid them down her toned legs to her ankles. Stepping out of them the heat rose on her face, her eyes lowered...the heat also rose between her for him. Resuming his standing posture a soft flick of his hand and her long soft strands were thrust to the side as his mouth lowered to her neck. Gentle soft kisses placed along the smooth contours of the perfect curve, his hands continued their upwards travels now without barrier he explored the smooth flesh beneath. She gasps quietly, his hands were electric on her body, sending her to shivers. The crisp night air made already erect nipples to strain upon the fabric of their silken prison. And then nothing. His hands left her body in what she could only deem erotic torture...but no matter torture all the same. She tried to turn again. Was he a dream? Reality? Fantasy? She held the rose and inhaled it's fragrance...her body unable to move, subduing herself with its scent. Then heaven. His hands moved over her stomach and inched slowly up the swollen mounds that ached to be released. Left hand moved to encircle his fingers and guide them to her leg..skin upon skin. The electric heat of hands that made her body weak with lust... Lips again careened to collide with the softness of her skin, hands slipped under the silk prison once more to give his lover what she so desperately craved. Slowly they moved up her frame, coming to play upon firm erect nipples that almost sprung between his fingers, grateful for the attention. He played with then, pinching lightly, turning them between strong fingers...tugging a little. She ached for his lips upon them, wanting to turn and beg for the kiss that he gave so sparingly. It was not to be this night. Nibbling upon the flesh of her neck his hands disappeared once more. She whimpered and he spoke... "Patience angel...good things come to those who wait you know..." "I know...I would wait an eternity for you" He smiled. His fingers running up the length of her thighs, the slight fingernails leaving contrails of passion engraved in her creamy skin. The moment at hand, he slid a finger over her smooth flesh, no barriers, just the slick smooth flesh of her netherlips. Again she whimpered and fell back into his strong form. His smile broadened. Fingers continued to probe the soft regions before one invaded the space between and slide slowly inside her; showered in heated lust it probed the deeper regions of her body. Her body shivered, she ached for release...she ached for him. "You're ready for me..." All she could do was nod, fingers gripping the thorny stem as it pierced her hand causing a small trickle of blood to spring forth. He removed his hands....and clasped the silhouetted nightie that fell over her body. Gently, with precision care he slid it over her body, exposing her to the elements...to the night. He discarded the black fabric to the side and stepped back, admiring her form from behind. Her skin shown like a porcelain doll placed upon a thick black velvet blanket. Chocolate tresses hung to her waist, caressing moonlight washed over the smooth firm buttocks, long shadows cast over silken toned legs and finished with long narrow feet tipped in crimson red. Again, he smiled. "Exquisite" He said. His hand pressing her lovingly, gently against the railing. She bent forward for him, her body opening to him. With a naked foot he pushed her feet apart, the pinkness of her lust washed in a crystalline bath beckoning for his touch. His finger slid along the length of her netherlips, he knelt behind her... Her eyes closed tightly to the sensation behind her, under her, through her. It was his lips, his mouth, his tongue she craved and he obliged her. He tasted her sweet feminine bath as it coated his tongue dipping inside the forbidden fruit whenever he felt the need. Her body reacted in kind...the soft shudder coursed through her, her knees buckled slightly as he held her firmly around the waist. He tasted the fruits of his labor as it washed his tongue. His fingers elevated and probed at her breasts, molding them and caressing them at will. Having his fill of her sweet nectar he rose behind her. The rose still griped in her hand as she leaned over cold wrought iron railing. She felt him. Ecstasy..... He had given her the ultimate gift and he was inside. Moving torturously slow he eked the head inside her swollen lips. The heat contrasted the night air sent a shiver down his spine, but she never knew the exquisite ecstasy he felt just by that slight movement. He wanted her as much as she craved him. His hands fell to her waist, slowly guiding himself further into the hot stream that was his reward as much as it was hers. Her body constricted tightly around him, pulling him deeper. Tightly embracing that gift he gave her until systematically he began to withdraw and reenter. She gasped as he invaded her further with each powerful stroke of the thick smooth muscle. The rose fell somewhere in the sand, she was quite unsure. He pressed himself deeply inside of her and paused, his eyes welling with love, lust, greed, need, it didn't matter. She was his. He rocked in and out of her canal, her body moving to capture him each time. His thick muscle bathed in glorious heated moisture and it increased with every stroke. His legs contracted and pressed the full way, a little harder a little more urgent. Fleshy white mounds glistened in the moonlight, creamy smoothness of taut ass rippled with each thrust, the catlike purr emanated through her body. In heated moment she covered him in thick rich fluid, her body rocked like a weeping willow in a violent storm, her knees buckled. He would not have her to buckle on him, not now. He held her within his powerful hands and continued his relentless pursuit. It was his need now that propelled him. He felt the tightening deep within him, felt himself growing again inside her smooth canal. He craved the release, he ached for her body and she was his. He moved with practiced care and sped the pursuit of intent. His member solid within her as the made a beautiful picture along that balcony. She moaned quietly...again her body reacted to him. His ever closer. He playfully spanked her telling her... "Not so loud you'll draw a crowd" One....two.....three strokes later she felt his fingers dig tightly into her waist, she felt the bulb swell inside her. She pounded back against him...urging him on. Urging for his release to feel the hot liquid reverberate out of him. His gift to her, hers to him... Her inner walls were washed the saline fluid. He grunted and collapsed over her back momentarily before slowly sliding himself from her. She turned and knelt in front of him. Her mouth moving around his spent member as he stood and watched her. Her tongue snaked around the head and slide slowly down to the base, lapping the cocktail of juices that had flowed between them. She belonged to him. He smiled. The Balcony I stepped out onto the balcony and breathed in the cool night air. The old house turned bed and breakfast was set further back off the street than the buildings in the heart of the french quarter where the balconies actually hung over the sidewalk, and a big magnolia tree in the small front yard left it with a secluded feeling, but I still had a good view of the neighborhood from my balcony. Just a few blocks away was the hustle and bustle of the quarter but the street in front of me had a more residential feel, even though most of the old houses had been turned into vacation rentals. A couple strolled along the street hand in hand talking too softly for me to distinguish what their conversation was about but from their smiles and the glow on their faces I guessed they were on their honeymoon. In the distance I could hear the sounds of the city but I felt a million miles away from it all. The cool breeze felt like it went straight through my thin gown leaving chill bumps on my entire body but I felt so alive that I almost enjoyed the chill. The warmth of his hands as he wrapped his arms around me and slid his hands down my arms startled me. I leaned back into him and enjoyed the feeling of his skin against mine. "I missed you," he said as his lips found the bare skin of my neck and nuzzled in close. I smiled. "I was only gone for a few minutes." His hands slid back up my arms then across my breasts, covering them but not really caressing them. I didn't turn around to look at him but I could feel bare skin and realized that he was standing behind me on the balcony in his boxer shorts. I was surprised that he wasn't worried about someone seeing him. He was kissing my neck and ear and I could feel myself getting aroused. "Have you decided what you want for dinner tonight?" I asked, trying to not think about how good his lips felt on my bare skin. "Mmmm hmmmm," he mumbled moving down to kiss my shoulder. I could tell that he didn't have food on his mind. His hands stroked back down my bare arms and came to rest on my hips. He lightly gripped my hips from behind, sending a little thrill through me because it reminded me of how he holds on to my hips when he takes me hard from behind. His lips were still busy kissing me, every inch of me that he could find access to while standing behind me. The kisses were moving back across my shoulder and onto my back. As he moved down my back I could feel his lips through the silky material of my gown. His grip tightened slightly on my hips and I breathed in deeply fighting back the passion that I felt rising. After all this time it still amazed me that he could turn me on so much with just a kiss. "We'll order in for dinner," he said his lips now kissing the back of my head through my hair. His hands skimmed across the thin fabric covering my hips, across my bottom and came to rest at the top of the back of my thighs. I closed my eyes and drank in the sensations as he touched me like no man had ever touched me. His fingers curled in towards my inner thighs. I arched my back and rolled my head back against his, spreading my legs slightly for his fingers. I could feel him slightly starting to gather up the fabric of my gown, lifting my skirt with each movement. I started to protest since we were standing on the balcony within view of the street but it felt too good to stop. There was only an occasional couple walking by and most likely they wouldn't look up and see us. But still, we were not very far from the street. My heart raced with a little bit of fear and excitement as he continued to lift my gown higher. I gripped the balcony rail with both hands bending slightly from the waist as he finally lifted my gown high enough to get his hands on my bare hips. My gown hung low enough in front to cover me but anyone walking beneath us and looking up at the balcony would have been able to see my bare, completely shaved and very wet pussy. His finger traced down the crack of my ass until he hit the wetness between my legs. I heard a small moan escape his lips. I loved knowing that it excited him to feel how excited I was. I felt his finger move away and heard him lick it. I smiled as he moved it back between my legs, this time slipping inside about half and inch, just enough to part my pussy lips and let those juices flow. I whimpered softly, enjoying the feel of his warm fingers exciting me while the cool breeze caressed my bare thighs. His touch was more than I could take, and I started to turn to go back inside to the bed but his hands immediately gripped my hips hard turned me back facing the street. I realized that he had me where he wanted me so I leaned back onto the rail and let him continue touching me. His fingers slid across my hips and around front. I felt my breathing quicken as his fingers found my clit and started slowly stroking. I rolled my hips towards his hand, enjoying the way he was touching me. As he stroked me he stepped closer to me, pressing his hard cock against my ass. There was nothing between his growing erection and my bare bottom but the thin cotton underwear. One hand continued caressing my clit while his other hand started pinching my nipple through the thin fabric of my gown. I could feel an orgasm building as he touched me and rhythmically thrust his hard cock against me. I reached behind me with one hand and stroked his hard cock as best as I could since it was pressed so hard against me. "I want this," I said firmly but there was a slight tone of begging in my voice. I managed to slip my hand through his fly and pull his cock back out so it was exposed to the cool night air. He moaned as it made contact with my bare skin. I expected him to lead me back to the bed now that we were this close to fucking but instead I just felt the pace of his thrusting increase. I bent his cock downward and moved to my tiptoes, tilting my ass up so the head of his cock slid across my wet slit. He inhaled sharply and gripped my breast tighter. Sliding back and forth across my wet pussy, his hard cock was throbbing, making me want it deep inside of me. "Please," I whispered, never thinking he actually would here on the balcony. But I was wrong. I bent further forward from the waist and stretched on my tiptoes, opening myself up for him. In one smooth movement he slipped into my wet pussy burying it to the hilt, hitting bottom with a guttural grunt. I cried out softly in pleasure, enjoying feeling him that deep inside of me. I held on tight to the rail as his hand moved back to my hip, gripping tight as he started moving in and out of me. I could feel my own juices on my thighs and his finger settled into that spot just above my clit that he knows I love to have touched so much. He was whispering to me how good it felt to be inside of me. I could tell that I wouldn't last long like this. I could already feel the orgasm building inside of me. And judging from how hard and fast he was moving against me, he wasn't going to last long either. I could see a couple walking down the sidewalk and I closed my mouth tightly making sure I wasn't making any noise as he pounded into me from behind. As they walked down the sidewalk out of sight I giggled at the idea that we could have been caught. I could tell he had noticed too as he started making more noise as they were out of sight. He was talking to me telling me how good it felt and I was moaning in pleasure. Occasionally I would cry out in pleasure as he hit bottom hard. I knew I was about to cum hard and it felt wonderful. I looked back to the street and thought I saw movement through the branches of the magnolia tree. I started to stop him and insist that we move back to the bed but his fingers slid down just enough to land directly on my clit. I was so aroused already that the direct touch sent me into an immediate orgasm. I gripped the balcony rail tighter and cried out as the orgasm gripped my body. I rocked into him hard and he grabbed my hips and started fucking me with an abandon I didn't think I had ever seen in him before. I could feel him cumming with me and that just excited me more. As we both came down from the incredible orgasm, he leaned into me and kissed my back. I squeezed him and felt his cum.... our cum.... dripping from my pussy and running down my thighs. He tensed as I squeezed him then relaxed again stroking my back through my gown. Finally he pulled out of me and pulled me back upright leading me inside to the bed. I wondered if someone had been watching us or if it had been my imagination as we continued to make love in the privacy of our room for the rest of the evening. The Balcony My wife Alanee and I decided, at the spur of the moment, to spend a weekend at a nice hotel and just un-wind!! Sometimes we did these things just to put some spice in our lives. There didn't have to be any special occasion other than just another reason to be together. Little did either of us know that this would be the most delightful time of our lives. As we checked into the hotel, she was in an ever pleasant mood, snuggling up against me and just wanting to be close. I got our keys and waited for the directions to our room when she asked for a corkscrew. We just had to have some Reisling, knowing it would make her horny!! And horny was what I was starting to feel. When we got to the room, we did the usual unpacking and looking about the room to see what our money had bought us for a delightful weekend. Alanee went to the sliding door and pulled open the drapes to catch a glimpse of our view from the balcony. As she stood there taking in the view, I could not help but notice the silhouette of her stunning body. I could not help but think of how lucky I was going to be tonight, lucky in love and lucky in lust. I never knew from one moment to the next what she had in store for me or what new adventure she would take me on. This was one reason I was so madly in love with her. Her silhouette showed off her tight little ass that I loved to grab and touch. Her tight pants showed the luscious form of her smooth silky legs that I longed to wrap around my waist or neck! It did not matter, wherever she wrapped them, I would be totally satisfied. As she turned sideways I could not help but notice how voluptuous and supple her breasts were. They were every bit the 36C's I longed to hold and suck with the largest, most erotic nipples I ever laid my tongue or eyes on!! Her tight pants and halfway buttoned blouse revealed just enough of her to turn her into the slinky love doll she can be. As she turned towards me, smiling that ever wicked smile of hers, she suggested we undress and go to the pool. "Sure," I said, not admitting that I would rather take her to bed and fuck her brains out. None the less, to the pool we went, but not before pouring a couple of glasses of wine. At the pool, there were the usual assortment of people you see at a hotel pool. Except for him. I noticed Alanee was intrigued by him right away. I was not sure if it was his looks or his body, but it turned me on that she would notice another man that seemed to turn her on. She was noticeably excited by him, even as she tried to hide it for me. As we were in the pool, she would snuggle up to me while we were in the water, wrap her arms around me and subtly kiss me while teasing me with her exotic tongue. Even as I enjoyed her playful advances I could not help but notice she was doing this in front of him and teasing him as well. She could turn any man on, up close or at a distance!! We drank more wine as she played with the both of us. After she was, without a doubt, completely excited she said, "Let's go to the room." And away we went. When we got to the room she said she wanted to shower. As we entered the shower, I noticed her nipples were hard and erect like gumdrops. Was it me or the pool?? Who cares, they were there for me to enjoy. I could tell she was in the mood for play and lovemaking this weekend because she had taken the time to trim her pussy hair. This was something she always did for me knowing that it always excited me to watch her shave. I always fantasized about her letting me shave her pussy. I love fantasizing about being able to lather lots of soap suds on her pussy and gently shaving and trimming her delectable bush. This exposed her clit, which I always enjoyed swirling my tongue around it and watching it get hard. As she soaped my back she always reached around the front of my body and playing with my cock. She always enjoyed watching or feeling it get rock hard in her mouth or her hands. She gently stroked my cock as she applied more soap to get me all lathered up. She never failed. As she turned around and bent over, I easily slipped my rock hard cock into her hot, wet pussy. Putting her leg on the edge of the tub, she was better able to reach under and grab my balls as I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy. Grabbing her hips with my hands, I was better able to push her body in and out of my cock with ease. Watching my dick go in and out of her and hearing her moans of pleasure drove me into a state of sexual ecstasy. Just as she felt my dick swell and throb signaling my readiness to explode my hot cum inside her pussy, she stood up and tells me we need to go to the bed. As we both go to the bedroom, dripping wet, she notices the drapes of the balcony door swaying in the wind. Giving me that sly and slutty smile, she motions at me with her finger to follow her outside to the balcony. Unsure of what she has in store for me, I follow her like a lovesick teenager going after his first fuck. The sun was settling into the horizon so there was just enough light outside to make it interesting and discrete but yet not so obvious. Nonetheless, out we went. She grabbed the top of the balcony rail, opened her legs and invited my thirsty cock inside her pussy. As I thrust my cock into her she pushed her hips against me driving my cock deeper into her pussy. To an almost hypnotic rhythm, she gyrated her hips onto my dick and I enjoyed watching her body dance around my dick. Just as I was about to explode, she stopped, turned around and threw the lounge chair mattress onto the floor. Making me lie down first, she then proceeded to lay on top of me and placed my dick between her legs while she squeezed my dick with her creamy thighs. She always loved this position, as much as I do. This way I can enjoy her breasts bouncing and sliding up and down my chest. She loved teasing me with her large rock hard nipples by placing them near my mouth to kiss and suck on them as she slid her ass up and down my cock. She rode my dick this way, pushing the head of my dick against her hot bulging clit and against her ass. My dick would go back and forth against her clit and ass until she falls faint form orgasm after orgasm. As she was in orgasmic heaven, I noticed we were not alone. In the balcony above us was the guy from the pool watching our every move. He was enjoying the show that Alanee and I were giving him. Not saying anything, I rolled Alanee under me and started to kiss and fondle her breasts. At the same time I noticed that she was looking at him from the balcony above us and she started to pinch her nipples and smiling. I am sure that by this time, his dick had to be rock hard. The thought of her enjoying him watching us made me even harder and more determined to fuck her brains out in front of him. I am sure that his watching turned Alanee on also because as I slid down to lick her love juices from her pussy she fervently grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples as she looked up and smiled at him. As I licked her love juices, she would thrust her hips upwards burying my face deeper into her pussy and giving him a better look at her petite body. For a brief second I glanced upwards and noticed that he was stroking his manhood enjoying her as much as I was loving her. No longer able to control myself, I grabbed both of her ankles and spread her legs wide open and thrust my dick deep into her wet pussy. I can't remember her being so wet! As I thrust deeper and deeper her moans grew louder and louder as she came again and again. I could see her love juices completely cover the shaft of my dick as I watched my dick being squeezed by her pussy lips. By this time I could no longer hold back as I felt the veins of my dick bulging like never before. I reached an orgasm that sent a torrent of cum into my beloved's wet pussy. Having shot all of my energy into her pussy I fell limp on top of her. Likewise, she wrapped her arms around my body, kissed my neck, and whispered "I love you" into my ear. A perfect ending to a perfect lovemaking adventure. I am sure he got the best show of his life and whether he came or not, my wife smiled that sly sexy smile of hers. I would give anything to have been able to read her mind at that time. The Balcony For those of you who are in the hurry, a little warning: it takes a while for me to get to, well, to the naughty parts. My editor complained about the story being long — and he got the version that had been translated into English, trimmed and then trimmed again. Mind you, he didn't say 'too long', and, personally, I read more before breakfast, but some of you may want to come back some other time. The rest of you — imagine, if you will, a balcony. * "Okay, so then I asked him if he wanted to go to 'The Fountain' — and he just shrugged. Again with the shrugging! I can see how you might not think of a place you want to go to — you know, sometimes — but if I ask about a particular place, how hard is it? Just tell me if you want to go. Just a yes or a no, how hard is that? Not a shrug. A yes. Or a no. It's not that hard, is it? Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. See? Real easy. I can do it. You can do it. Why can't I find a man who can do it?" It's hard to chatter and look indignant and stuff your mouth with blueberries and ice cream all at the same time, but Natasha's good at it. Lots of practice, you see. She invited me over to tell me about breaking up with yet another guy. I have to admit I'm not listening very carefully; the story changes little and I've heard it already, but it's a lazy summer evening, she makes the best ice cream I've ever tasted and doesn't mind when I put my feet up on her windowsill. In my humble opinion, a guy not being overly assertive about where he takes you out for a drink is not a reason to break up with him. I can see her trouble though — it's romance, after all, it's supposed to be all whirlwind and swooning and memorable, and here we have the hero shrugging indifferently at the choice of the setting and likely keeping to himself that he doesn't care where they go to, as long as there's a tv or she promises to invite him up to her bed afterwards. A guy not being overly assertive about anything ever — that's what's bugging her, although I have a feeling she doesn't quite realize it. I'd tried to talk to her about it once and she ended up in tears. I need a change of subject and it comes in somewhat unexpected form. "Um... Is he doing what I think he's doing?" I ask and she nods darkly, without even looking over her shoulder. She's leaning on the railing of the balcony and, behind her back, on the construction site across the yard... "Yep. Our yard is a urinal." She pouts. "Disgusting." Then she pats me on the knee. "Hey, stick your tongue out at him!" I know my mouth must be a mess and my tongue violet; there's ice cream in my cup somewhere but it's hard to find it underneath all the frozen blueberries, sour cherries and whatnot. "I will if you do it too." She frowns, cocks her head, and finally smiles, turns in her chair and leans over the railing. "Hey, you!" The poor little construction worker is quite taken aback by the sight of two girls sticking out their tongues colored with blueberry juice and giggling. I'm not sure if it's because we'd caught him with his pants down or because of what we're doing. I imagine we look like two Dracula brides, tongues sticking out and dark liquid all over our mouths. I know Natasha is a sight, with her innocent blue eyes, porcelain skin and lush lips, usually pink but now blood red with fruit juice as if she'd just fed on someone's carotid. And I'm just the opposite, with black hair, dark tan and eyes that make people uncomfortable, if that's what "I nearly soiled my underwear" means. I assure you, the effect is rarely intentional. We slump back into our chairs, still smiling. "I wonder if that one will pee from the second floor again," I giggle. "Shame none of them is anywhere near cute," she says almost simultaneously. For a second, I'm confused; construction workers are not her type. Owners of construction firms, possibly even an architect, but grubby brutes who use her yard as a urinal — definitely not. But then, when it comes to sex, you never know, people may surprise you every now and then. So, "Mmmmhm" is all I say. She digs into her ice cream with a spoon as if there's a diamond wedding ring at the bottom of the cup and, if I'm not mistaken, there's a bit of a flush in her cheeks. "Shirtless," she says and raises an eyebrow in a challenge. It's a game we invented about two years ago when we were in Greece on a vacation and realized how much fun it is to invent sexual fantasies in a middle of a full restaurant when no one has any idea what we're talking about. Or, with all those who can understand us wisely keeping it to themselves. I can actually see her pupils dilate as I smile. "Sweaty," I respond. She wrinkles her nose but then we both take a moment to enjoy the picture. "Tattooed," she says. "A little sun," I offer, and she grins because we know someone with a sun tattooed on his chest. "No," she says decidedly, "it has to be something more... um..." "A dragon." She nods happily. "A big scarlet dragon." Oh, my. Next she'll ask for it to be looming out of his pants. "On the small of his back." She frowns, but doesn't argue. "Blue eyes," she proposes, for my sake. "Ah, green perhaps?" Her eyebrows rise. "Really?" "Yup." "Well, that's new." I grin. There's not much to tell her about the one with the green eyes. Yet. "I'll tell you when it's time to tell you." "Okay." She hates it when I don't tell her everything, but she knows that I'm more stubborn than she is and that insisting on more information would be a waste of time. But she pouts, just to let me know I owe her one. I ignore it. "Voice low and husky, whispering..." "Stubble on his chin scraping your cheek..." "...and thighs..." I expect her to wrinkle her nose again, but instead, her ridiculously colored tongue darts out to lick her lips and there's a barely audible "Ohh..." Two years ago, Natasha and I went to Greece. You probably don't want to know how we ended up in a small hostel room that could have been cleaner, and sharing a bed that creaked like it had had one young couple too many abusing its welcome; I certainly don't want to remember it. I'll just say that it involved three guys, each big enough to have to turn sideways to fit through a doorway and one of them holding a bottle of cheap champagne in one hand and a gun in the other and saying "Choose, baby." We bolted out of our five star hotel foyer and decided it was safer to manage through that night with only what we had in our pockets. Fortunately, the guy with the gun was too drunk to find the trigger on that thing. That night, my friend did two things that were a bit out of character. The first was to be unusually quiet about the guy with the champagne bottle; usually she teases them until their brains spill out of their ears and then later, complains about men being cowards or assholes, depending on how they deal with her teasing. The second woke me up about an hour before dawn. She was masturbating, very unceremoniously and roughly, not in hurry but in surprisingly urgent need, her breath hissing in and out so rapidly it was in time with vibrations her hand sent through the mattress — and then suddenly it all stopped. I had to make myself breathe slowly in sudden silence, not quickly as if I was awake and curious, not deeply as her own bated breath made me want to. I wondered if she'd orgasmed without me noticing it or had somehow heard that she'd woken me up; but then she started again. And stopped again. Again and again, and just as I'd successfully convinced myself that she must have been reading one of those articles that mention dynamite and orgasms too many times, she stopped again, and a soft, childlike "Please..." drifted off her lips as she exhaled a long, suffering breath. There were no vibrations, except those her body made convulsing and choking trying to keep silent. Oh, nice. She threw the blanket off, overheated from the orgasm. After a few minutes, drew it back on with her arms over it in a very chaste pose of a corpse arranged for a funeral, but it wasn't long before they were back under the blanket and the mattress trembled again, and this time it felt like she'd nearly fallen off the bed. She waited to see if she'd woken me up. My back was to her and I decided to keep it that way. If she was teasing me, she deserved to be kept guessing. But I thought it was more likely she didn't have much choice and just didn't feel like going to the bathroom for her little adventure — and I didn't blame her; the last thing I'd want to be breathing in while having an orgasm was the smell in that bathroom. "... As you squeeze his shoulders..." Natasha's voice is low now, hushed so even I can barely hear her. She's blushing. It's her balcony, not a restaurant in Greece, and if her neighbors hear us... Well, if I know Tash, moving away and to a different city the next day would be her solution to that problem. "...strong and sleek... his hands gripping your ankles..." Her lips are parted, she's staring blindly at the basil and parsley plants innocently growing in the ceramic pot in the corner of the balcony; since she doesn't take her turn, I continue, "He probes your pussy with his finger, feeling its wetness, his skin so much rougher than your sensitive flesh; he knows his hands are too calloused to fully appreciate the softness, but even his slim finger is gripped tightly by your muscles. He curls it upward and your hips follow, rising off the bed; he smiles, watching your body dance to his will. The temptation of watching you writhe is almost too much, he almost takes off the rest of his clothes to use your body the way you both crave — almost, but he doesn't. He wants to take you at the point where you can't discern between ecstasy and agony—" Suddenly she stabs her spoon into the ice cream one last time and says, "I want you to write it." It's not that she'd asked me for a story — it's not the first time. It's the demanding tone and the unusual lack of 'please' that catch my attention; for one long second, my mind drops out of reality and, when it comes back, I lick my spoon clean and wave it at her. "You know... I do have an idea or two... One condition, though." "What?" "After you've read it, we never speak about it, ever." "Why not?" I shrug. She pouts again, but she doesn't really have a choice. "Oh, okay." So here it is, her story. ~ ~ ~ It's a building, more or less. People are bodies first, skeletons later. With buildings, apparently it's the other way around. This one is yet to be given its body; at the moment, it's just concrete platforms, stairways and a few walls. Just a skeleton. I've been watching its birth from my balcony; it grew surprisingly fast for a while, but now it's been still and silent for a couple of months, as if it couldn't decide what to do next. I know the feeling. My weight is supported partly by platform steps. He's covered them with a cloth I couldn't identify in the dark, but if I had to guess, I'd say his jacket. It's not his shirt; I know that much for certain. I've watched him take the shirt off — a yummy sight, if you must know, though I don't feel like admitting it at this particular moment — and tear it into strips. One strip to stuff my mouth; another over my stretched lips to make sure I didn't spit the first one out. My hands are spread, slightly raised and bound with rough rope — but, again, there's a piece of cloth between my skin and the rope that might scrape it. It's hard to say whether these little mercies are done out of kindness or ironic compassion that only keeps me on the brink of tears. I'm practically naked — all he'd left on me are my panties. And my legs... spread, raised, knees bent, bound. Every now and then the night air stirs, and the cool beginning of a breeze brushes across my crotch. The street I live in doesn't have heavy traffic even during the day, but there's still a sound of footsteps occasionally. Sometimes the sharp click of women's shoes, sometimes shuffle of a man's feet, once a dog running up and down the street, the soft thump of padded paws and the scratching of claws. Whoever it is, all they have to do is look up and see me spread like a frog before a high school student in biology class. I couldn't really complain about this though, even if my mouth was free. I came here because I wanted to. I'd asked for it. I'd have to shed that last bit of pride I have left to complain about my position now. Before you shake your head at me, let me tell you how I came to be in this position. I live alone. I'm not saying I sleep alone; if you have a reasonably firm ass and breasts that don't quite fit in men's palms, you don't have to. I just wake up alone. My mother wouldn't agree, but it's not my choice, being single. It's just that men aren't...what you might hope them to be. And life is too short to be wasted. When you live alone, you develop these little habits, rituals almost. Mine is having a smoke out on the balcony. I work from home; when you spend endless hours staring at the computer screen, you're likely to end up with an ashtray full of cigarettes you can't even remember lighting, let alone enjoying. This is why I only smoke out on the balcony, and never more than five a day. And, this is why I was more than a little annoyed when the small house that I'd stared at for years got torn down. It was an ugly old crumbly thing, but, over the time, I'd grown fond of it. It was right in front of me and safer to look at then the street to my left; it was something to look at when someone from my apartment building would come down the street and, seeing me on the balcony, expect me to nod and smile and even answer brilliantly inventive questions like, "How are we today, dear?" despite the fact that I live on the second floor and have to shout so that entire neighborhood can hear that I'm just fine, thank you. What? No, I'm not ill-tempered. I'm twenty three and not an idiot. Two decades on this planet is enough to make anyone with any brains in their head a little grouchy. Instead of a small family house, they're going to build a large noisy thing high enough for my new neighbors to see me on my balcony. Dammit. Anyway... There were machines with giant steel balls swinging, and a lot of digging and dust and noise and sweaty men with their asses hanging out of their pants and a brand new building started to grow. It became interesting to watch, and then it stopped. The men left — all except one. A night watchman of sorts, I guess, although he'd come in the late afternoon and work a little, taking the rubble out of the yard or doing something I couldn't see that involved a lot of hammering and banging, down on the ground level. It seemed more like something he was doing to pass the time than serious work; he dragged his feet, whistling to himself and peeking under my skirt every time I went out on the balcony. The peeking I don't mind; but why is it that construction workers pee standing on the edge of the first, even second storey platforms? They all do that. During the night, of course; during the day, apparently, it would be inappropriate. Do they think that no one can see them? There are streetlights, and there I am. I can see them. I don't get it. I refused to be exiled from my balcony; I'd stare straight at them and if they were not embarrassed about being watched while dispersing their urine all over the yard, why should I be? Fortunately, they had enough decency to stop. Not the one left behind, though. Not only did he not avoid doing it in front of me, he seemed to purposely seek the chance to drop his pants in my face. I was curious, I admit — although the yard separating us was too large to make out anything interesting, really — yet there was something about his expression that bothered me. It reminded me of a crocodile, or a snake; cold eyes that didn't waver when I stared at him, and predator teeth that showed; not quite a smile, more like they were too big and sharp to remain concealed by hard lips. He was always there. I'd water my plants and he'd sit, leaning against the concrete wall and having a sandwich. I'd have a smoke, pretend to watch the passers-by and as I turned to go back into the room, I'd see him just sitting there looking at me. It was odd. My balcony was no longer mine and it was annoying. On the other hand, he was almost company. In the afternoons, I began to watch him through the shutters of my bedroom. I keep them shut, except when I'm cleaning. He couldn't see me. I could see him through the cracks. He wore the same washed-out and stained pants as the others — but his ass didn't hang out. He was often unshaved, but the ragged look kinda suited him. He was often shirtless, sweaty, with long, lean muscles glistening in the light of the setting sun. Nice. Then one night, just as I was putting out my cigarette and he was finishing getting rid of three beers I'd watched him sip earlier, he didn't pull his pants back up. He simply stood, his hand curled in front of his crotch, and suddenly the yard was not big enough; his penis grew out of his fist and my breath caught in my throat. I whirled and retreated back into the room. I stood there for a few frozen moments. Soon regretting my impulse, I stuck my nose between the window shutters to see what he was doing, but he was gone. Damn. As if it had never happened, he was back the next day, whistling and following me with his eyes every chance he got. I thought I'd just play along, but it wasn't the same anymore. It wasn't just a smoke and a nosy neighbor; it was flirting — whether I wanted it to be or not. ~ ~ ~ The night air plays with my skin where his hands don't, reminding me it's bare, revealed to anyone who might walk down the street and look up to see me half-naked and tied up. "You have great tits. I'm not a big fan of tits — I prefer the ass — but these..." He envelops them in his palms. He's got large hands, but my quivering flesh still bulges out. His palms are rough and callused from all the menial work, but not hurtful; the touch has precise force to it, exactly enough to make me worried, but not to do any damage. "...These I'll enjoy fucking later." Later? He releases one of my breasts and takes the nipple between his fingers. As they squeeze gently, I moan, distracted and confused. What does he mean, later? What's...? Ohhh God.... He rolls my nipple, sending hot flashes right to my clit. Yes, yes, yes — hey! Where is he going? ~ ~ ~ It had been a long, very hot summer, but in all honesty, my plants did not need that much watering. What terrified me was how safe I'd felt, how careless I'd been. How it never even occurred to me that he knew where I lived, that he could have knocked at my door — or broken in — and done what some men think they should when they're being shamelessly led on. I'd felt safe, that is, until I found a note in my mailbox downstairs. "You have too much clothes on." It hadn't been delivered, he'd just put it in there; I knew it was from him although there was no address, no name, nothing but that one sentence in surprisingly clean, educated handwriting. I got up the stairs, into my apartment and out onto the balcony before I started to wonder what I was doing there. His eyes took in first my street clothes, then the note in my hand and at last I saw him smile for the first time. It was a breathtaking, lewd smile and my body responded on its own. My smile he could see, the wetness between my legs he couldn't, but I had a feeling he was equally certain of both. I figured it had to be a joke. I mean, I barely had enough clothes on not to be arrested when I go out on the street. The Balcony He did not expect me to strip... Did he? As if he hadn't seen enough of me already. Like I said, it had been a hot summer. Anything other than a skirt that barely covers my ass would be self-inflicted torture. Come to think of it, seen from the first floor, the poor thing probably doesn't even cover that much. The high heels instead of usual slippers made the outfit more exciting from a man's perspective, I imagine. And the shirt was sooo uncomfortable. I started to unbutton it slowly, just to see his reaction. I had absolutely no intention of stripping for him. The sun had just set; anyone could see me — but a quick tease I could get away with. It was more than worth it; he seemed absolutely transfixed, watching me slide the shirt from my shoulders and cup my breasts to lift them up a little. Our eyes met and my breath wheezed as if I had a hole in my lungs — it felt like it too. Back in my bedroom, I collapsed on my bed and lay feeling my body tingle. My fingers traced the path his eyes had burned into my skin — down my throat, into the lace bra... under the skirt, wondering how far up he could see. I couldn't remember the last time I was so horny. It was just a piece of paper, but it had been in his hands and it had invaded my private space so easily. The thought of him so close had me gritting my teeth and orgasming in minutes. Twice. Well, I like them in pairs. The second one is always so good. I get these chills and feverish tingles all over my skin, a bit like when you shower with water that's too hot; and they flow to my.... Mmmmm... Well, anyway... You'd think it would be enough, but I was back on the balcony that night. He came out seconds later and stood, waiting. This time, I wanted to strip. Only I couldn't; I stood frozen, trying to make sense of how I felt, of his handwriting, of how he always knew when I'd be on the balcony, until I couldn't look at him any more and went back into the room, shaking. ~ ~ ~ With or without me in his building, it seems the routine is the same. He eats his sandwich, sips his beer, has a cigarette... I hate him. It's easy to have no more than five a day — unless you're watching — smelling — someone smoke right in front of you. Bastard. He stands up, the hand holding the cigarette raises a little and I expect him to drop it to the floor and put it out. Instead, he flicks it toward me. I gasp. It connects with my skin only for a moment, not long enough to do any real damage, but it's unexpected and on the very brink of what we'd agreed on. My body is awash with dread. My mind knows, trusts him he won't take it any further than I want him to; but my veins are bursting with adrenaline, my limbs fighting the restraints wildly...not for long. Fear turns to excitement. There's that lecherous smile on his lips again. He likes me naked, splayed in front of him, frustrated, writhing in vain. ~ ~ ~ The sides of my balcony are solid wall up to my waist; only the front is railing. The street is to the left, to the right the back facade of another building. This is why, if I'm sitting in the left corner of the balcony, I can only be seen from the building across the yard. This was my favorite place to sit, although the last few days I've been doing it like a proper lady, back straight, knees together. Ignoring him. Or trying to. It had been only a matter of time when my eyes would eventually meet his. He'd been waiting for it. He smiled almost imperceptibly, tapped his knee, pointed to mine and moved his finger to the side. As if I needed him to point to know what he wanted. I parted my legs a little, moving my knee to the side. He cocked his head and his finger moved again. My legs parted further. I could not understand the intense look on his face; I expected him to be disappointed. There wasn't much to see. White cotton skirt, white cotton panties. Very sensible. And comfortable. Yes, I know, black lace or crotchless panties would have been more alluring, but they'd make a clear statement. I felt more comfortable wearing what I usually wore and not wondering about my own intentions. He wasn't disappointed. Why would he be? Why ever did I expect solid white cotton to discourage him? After coolly watching me run my fingers up and down my thighs more in attempt to calm my nerves than to tease, he simply motioned for me to move the crotch of my panties aside. My fingers stopped, my half-smile frozen. I reminded myself no one but him could see me, but it wasn't quite true. My neighbor from upstairs could be on his balcony, see a man staring this way and lean over the railing to see why. Or someone might walk into the yard; dog owners did that occasionally, the yard littered with rubble, car tires, beer cans, cats and half-eaten sandwiches and thoroughly soaked with urine probably a fascinating cacophony of scents to their pets. Then again, we were playing a fragile game. A chance had brought us where we were, and we could drift apart just as easily. He could be gone tomorrow; he would certainly be gone sooner or later. To deny him what he'd asked for would probably end the game effectively. Oh, hell. My neighbors' completely unfounded but nonetheless confident opinions of me already ranged from 'snooty and weird' to a simple 'crazy' anyway. I did as he'd asked. I sat, cold air caressing my folds, feeling them swell and moisten under his gaze. I sat for maybe two minutes before I ran away. I plopped down on my bed, panting as if I'd ran three miles instead of only across my small apartment, embarrassment and excitement warring within me. Who would have thought? When I was sixteen, the sight of a man whipping his penis out, even if for no other purpose other than to relieve himself, or just the idea of being half naked in public, or at least in font of a stranger watching would have had me giggling and blushing like an idiot. But it's been a long time since I was sixteen. I thought I was experienced. I was comfortable with being nude, and men being nude, doing all sorts of things. And they do do all sorts of things. What I wasn't so blasé about, apparently, was the intensity of my own wicked desires. So I blushed and ran away, but only to end up sprawled on my bed, sweating and moaning in a violent orgasm. The next day, when his thumbs gave me another very suggestive movement, I didn't run. I put one foot on the railing to give him a better view and spread my pussy lips to reveal the pink, pulsing core. His hands were rolled into fists now, forgotten as he stood, eyes glued to me, but I could think of nothing but the small gesture they'd given just before; I could almost feel his thumbs on my exposed flesh, parting it for his eyes to pierce into my body and further, into my desire to give all up, to let it be taken away from me. I almost wished he'd ask me to come over. All he'd asked for, and that not until the next day, was to finger my pussy for him. I did. I would have come right there on the balcony, if at one point he hadn't simply turned away and walked into the building. I sat, confused, my finger still buried inside but forgotten. Just seconds later I saw him leave the building. I pulled my clothes into place and ran after him before I had the time to consider why I was doing it. My slippers flopping on the pavement had him turn around and wait for me to approach. If he was surprised to see me, it didn't show. "Why..." I couldn't. I couldn't accuse him of being a bastard and leaving in the middle of — what? And he was tall. Imposing. Muscular. Probably turned on — well, hopefully he was. And so close. One step away. I hadn't realized just how big he was; he didn't look so big from across the yard. I was quickly becoming a bit scared and so wet I wasn't certain my panties could handle the flood. Just as the silence became awkward, he took my hand and bowed his head to brush my skin with his lips. Looking through the eyes of a passer-by, he was a gallant gentleman kissing my hand, but we both knew he was only sniffing my finger, the one that had been in my pussy just seconds ago. Then he turned and he was on his way. This time, I didn't follow. ~ ~ ~ A car is coming down the street. I can't see it, but I hear it. It stops in front of the building just opposite of mine. It's a cab, I realize, or a friend dropping my neighbors off. People get out and say goodbye to the driver. I shiver until there's a buzz of the intercom and they're gone. I don't know if they'd seen me. I told him I wanted to be tied up. I didn't say I wanted to be tied up for everyone to see. I was just too worried he'd call off everything to tell him no when he began to tie me up here. He comes back later. I don't know how much later. Much later. He knows where my skin is sensitive between my shoulder blades and takes his time to make me wiggle. He knows how to make me shiver running his fingertips lightly across the skin on my side. He touches me, rubs his bulging erection lightly against my hips, into my ass — he's dressed, but I start to hope and worry — and he leaves. He comes and goes. Oh, he's near the whole time, in the building, there's noises of him working and whistling to himself. Odd repertoire, reminds me of old movies, or hotel dinners. And he really is working, as if this was just another night. As the evening drags on I can smell timber on him, and his sweat, and when he touches me his skin is damp and cool. I know he'd taken his shirt off, but that's the last I've seen; long muscular arms, flat tummy, wide shoulders. Then his shirt became my gag and my blindfold, leaving me in the dark with his scent. ~ ~ ~ "Are those to make me jealous?" a deep voice murmured into my ear. My heart catapulted out of my chest, hit the ceiling of the small grocery store and somehow bounced back into place. I stood rooted into the floor, looking over my shoulder right into his eyes, staring wide-eyed at his teeth like a deer in the headlights. He smelled nice, my numbed mind registered. Not French perfume nice, just sweet summer smell of a man. "Is this why you won't look at me?" I couldn't tell if his eyes were blue or green, even from this close, but they were sparkling, fixed on the contents of my shopping cart. I blushed, realizing what he was talking about. So I like cucumbers. To eat them. I can see why some — some who think they know me intimately — might not believe it, but it actually never occurred to me to use them... anywhere else. Too cold, too green, too...unlike the real thing. I don't even own a vibrator. Perhaps I will, one day, when my fingers are turned to claws by arthritis. I blushed some more. I had been avoiding him. Why had he walked away? Did I put him off? What I did the other day? Or was it what he'd seen? He leaned over, brushing against my shoulder, to pick up a cucumber out of the cart. His fingers curled around it. His other hand formed another fist on top of the first, engulfing the tip of the vegetable. His lips curled into a scornful smirk. "Is this the best you could find?" None of your business, you arrogant jerk. Okay. I know it's boys' favorite fantasy — girls' fantasies, or, rather, the accompanying activities. And, yes, perhaps many of my own — ah, hell, all of them — have revolved about him recently, which, by the way, is why I'm having trouble believing it's actually him not a step away from me... Still, I'm not discussing the size of a cucumber, or its intended use, in a public place. "It'll...serve its purpose." His eyebrows rose. "Will it? Lets see..." I gasped. His hand was under my skirt. You couldn't accuse him of being shy. My panties were pulled aside and my labia almost brutally spread apart. I could feel myself growing wet even while I frantically turned to look up and down the aisle. No one in sight. "You—" was all I got out before my eyes darted down. Those were not only his fingers I felt intruding. It was cold and wide and... green, and it slid in with almost no effort on his part. My body accepted it, but my mind had trouble doing the same. Absurdly, I wasn't worried about someone walking in on us, nor about letting him play with me like that; I was grateful the cucumbers looked washed. "Not exactly what I had planned," I breathed. I'd been right all along. The cucumber just didn't feel right. But his fingers lightly brushing around the vegetable were enough to get me to close my eyes and sway on my feet. His touch was gentle and warm now, despite the roughness of his palms. "Me neither." I felt achingly empty when both the cucumber and his fingers retreated quickly. My eyes opened in time to smile and nod to the girl walking past us. I knew her. The store was just around the corner from my house, and I'd known I shouldn't have come here. It was only a matter of time before I'd run into him. He tossed the cucumber back into the cart. "It was your choice, though." What is that supposed to mean? He smiled. "See you." ~ ~ ~ Next time he stops by he pulls my panties aside and crams a slim vibrator into me. It's on. It's driving me mad. I can't come, I can't relax. It takes a lot of concentration to unclench the muscles of my pussy and contract my lower belly to make the damn thing slide out. It clinks softly, falling on the floor. When he finds it there, he's silent for a few seconds, and without being told, I know I've made a mistake. He slaps my breast, a sharp, quick blow that connects only with my nipple, but stings like hell. Even while I bite my lip to remain quiet, I almost wish he'd do it again. It's exhilarating. My juices gush and when he pushes the toy back inside I clench my muscles the best I can, worried it might be washed out even before he leaves. He tugs on the soft cord attached to the dildo but, surprisingly, it stays inside. I'm just as worried about keeping it in now as I was trying to get it out just a little before. Doubled by the clenching of muscles, the elusive feeling of an approaching orgasm is back to torture me. He mutters something I can't understand and pulls my panties back over my pussy to make sure I don't decide to tempt the faith again. He gathers the fabric in his grip, pulls and then releases it to snap like a slingshot onto my clit. "Ohmgggg..." He looks at his handiwork for a few seconds thoughtfully before he tugs on the edges of the panties again, gathering them into a folded string that runs over my clit, between my swollen lips and ass cheeks. The increased constant pressure on my clit makes me sigh. Satisfied, he's gone. ~ ~ ~ I knew who it was before I picked up the phone. My number is listed. Through the shutters, I've watched him sit there for almost half an hour, looking back — except that he wasn't, was he? He couldn't see me. I've watched him pull a cell phone out of his back pocket and dial. After that little cucumber adventure, I'd made a little bet with myself — well, a bribe might be a better word. I wouldn't go out or open my shutters for three days. To see what he'd do, you see. If he'd do something psychotic. Three days was the amount of time I thought I could manage without anything other than secretly observing him. If he couldn't manage that long, then I supposed that would mean that he's more crazy than I am and I should keep away from him. If he could stay away from me... I still had trouble deciding what to do in that case, but it would be something good. I also had trouble remembering at what precise time three days would be up. I guessed it didn't really matter; they were up, or almost up, and I couldn't get to the phone fast enough. We were about equally crazy. "Hello," I said in my best businesslike have-no-idea-who's-calling voice. "Coward." My mind raced. He knew my name. I grinned. "Pervert." "Come out." He fell silent, but I could hear him breathe. My ear was hurting from how hard I was pressing the phone against it. I walked out onto the balcony. "The first time you ran away." He gave me enough time to remember what he was talking about. The night when he didn't get his penis back into his pants after its intended job was done. "Do you want to know what I was thinking about?" Hell, yes. "You tell me — do I?" "Wrong answer. Hanging up in four...three...two..." "Okay, okay. Tell me." "I was wondering if you'd still have that stubborn look on your face if you were not on the balcony, but kneeling in front of me." My mouth opened, but couldn't do anything else. "Humiliated... my piss soaking your hair." Jesus! Definitely far more crazy than I am. I threw the phone at him. My aim is good; years of basketball practice. He took two quick steps back and it crashed right in front of his feet. Shit. I really didn't feel like moving from this apartment. The note was longer this time. "Sorry," it read. "I was out of line. I promise never again to do anything you don't ask for." I didn't know what to think. That's how I know the feeling, you know? How it feels not to be able to decide what to do next. I was too much of a coward to play any further. I was too vain to give up my balcony. Two rooms and a balcony, it was all I had. I settled for hoping he'd just go away and send back the ones who were there before him, the ones with saggy bellies and loud obnoxious voices. I really am a coward, you see. On one hand, there was no way around the fact that his words kept replaying in my head. During the day, a whisper to remind me. During the night, a growl to send me into ecstasy. Except the part about piss. That was just plain disgusting. But the rest of it... humiliated...kneeling in front of me... On the other hand, I did what they do on TV. Got an unused plastic bag and put the note in, holding it carefully by the corner. You never know what you may need. ~ ~ ~ There'd been a sound of a distant siren once, and garbage truck to pick up its nightly feed. Other than that, I'm alone in the dark, left to oscillate from wondering if I'm crazy to thinking — hoping every faint sound in the night might be sound of him returning. Each time I reach that end of the swing, a delicious fresh wave of moisture trickles down my thighs. The crumpled panties have lost the battle long ago. He comes and goes. At first it was just teasing, touching, caressing, rubbing... Now it's becoming unpleasant. Fingers biting, pricking, scratching... Mauling my breasts. Laughing at me, mocking me. A light slap on my buttock. A cruel pinching of my nipple. He releases my hands and lowers my upper body until I'm lying instead of sitting; he straddles my neck, squeezes my breasts together and glides his rigid cock between them. I can smell it. I've never seen it, I've never touched it, except what I'm feeling right now on my chest through the thin material of his pants. It feels impressively big. Warm. Hard. He moves away. He chuckles at the pitiful sight I must make and something wet and warm lands on my face just below my eye. For a moment I think it might be sperm, but then my mind sorts out the sounds; he's spit on me. I love it. I hate him so much I could cry, but he could fuck me now and I'd scream in pleasure. He takes off my gag. "Don't you want to lick it off, you sad cunt?" He waits for me to give him an acid smile that's intended to be spiteful, but must seem rather stupid, followed by a nod. He snickers and leaves me again. My arms hang limply for a while. Then, after listening carefully for a while to make sure he's really gone, I run a finger over my cheek and bring it to my mouth to taste him. ~ ~ ~ I had things to do. Like buy a new phone. My work was piling up. I was getting mad and scared. This man has all but forced... well...maybe not.... Still, it was a cucumber and it was in broad daylight in the middle of the grocery store. There was no telling what he could do next. I should have said something. He might get it into his head that I'd liked what he'd said about my hair being soaked... Ugh. Who knows? In whatever parallel universe he'd come from, throwing a phone at someone might be short for "I want to have your babies". The Balcony Which is why I was out on the balcony that night, tapping my brand new handset on the railing. I hoped I wouldn't have to throw this one. It was light gray, much nicer than the old black one I had before. It was ringing in seconds, although I hadn't seen him. Hmm. "I don't know why you thought you could say these things to me!" I yelled. I probably didn't need a phone for him to hear me now. "God dammit! If you think I like watching you relieve yourself, you're wrong. Your friends from before got the message right; if you didn't, it's because of your own freaking messed up—" "Did you not get my note?" His voice, cool and almost apologetic, has calmed me down more effectively than a bucket of cold water dumped on my head. "I did." There was a pause; then, "I don't apologize often." Damn. "Well... I just wanted you to know that—" He hung up. I could not believe this man. He did not think it was my turn to apologize. Did he? It took a couple of days — I guess I am a bit stubborn — but here I was, in front of the unfinished building, with a picnic basket. The sun was setting, and I had no intention of going inside, where I couldn't be seen from the street. I stood among piles of rubble and torn plastic cement bags for a while, feeling a little relieved that he wasn't coming out. I was beginning to wonder if he had a sixth sense of some kind. Or lots of cameras hidden around. "Um... Hey?" I didn't know his name. How crazy am I? "Hello?" He sauntered out, looking curious, if not smiling. I held up the basket. "Thought you could do with something warm. Cold sandwiches and a beer are not exactly... Well, they're not good for you. Um, anyway... It's a sort of cornbread with... You'll see. My grandma's recipe, my favorite." Why did I feel so awkward? And why was there a glimmer in his eyes? He almost looked sad. Didn't anyone ever give him anything to eat? "And Greek salad... you know, with cucumbers." I tried to smile and not make wild guesses about his past. He smiled back and came up to me slowly, until he was close enough to take the basket from my hands. "Do you want to come in?" "Ah...no. I probably shouldn't." I watched him lift the lid and peer into the basket. "But you go on, before the bread gets cold and the salad warm." It's really good, that bread. You fill it with ham and yellow cheese and a bit of basil and pepper and serve while it's still warm, break the crust open and the steam comes out...Yummy, smells like heaven. He stuck a finger into it, the smell probably giving a clue as to what lay beneath the crust. "You are a beautiful woman," he said, swirling his finger around in the soft, squishy inside of the bread. I watched, mesmerized, until his eyes lifted to mine. He licked his finger and nodded, more to himself than to compliment my cooking skill. "You're half naked most of the time. You can't blame a man for his thoughts." "Um..." I said intelligently, hoping my knees wouldn't buckle. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. There was something I should say. I'll think of it later and regret not saying it. Right now, I just wanted to follow him inside and watch him eat. It made me incredibly hot, just watching his masculine hand as he fingered the food, his strong jaw, mouth hard, yet tasting the filling so slowly, sensually. "I was wrong to try to force anything on you, though. Won't happen again." Speak. Speak. Say something. Speak. "Unless you ask me to," he added. I swallowed. I was about to ask him to. I've always wondered what it would be like. But to ask a stranger to... "I'll think about it," I said quietly. "Do that. In the meantime — unless you want to come in — this smells really good..." Jesus. If he says 'come' one more time, I'm going to. "Ah. Yes. By all means." ~ ~ ~ I'm not even aware of a car alarm somewhere up the street. I need an orgasm. Or better yet, two... Or three. I can't take any more of this. I'm praying for release, and it comes, but only from my bonds. The blindfold the only thing left on me, I crumple to the floor. I roll onto my back and press my thighs together, shivering in need, ignoring his chuckle, or trying to; it's only turning me on more. He moves and my head moves after the sound. "Crawl, slut. Come to me." I follow. The floor is rough, but I'm only distantly aware of it; my world is his voice, beckoning. "Good girl." His fingers slide into my hair gently and hold me by my neck, the way you'd do with a large dog without a collar. I pause. "Careful now; stairway." His fingers guiding me, on my hands and knees, careful not to bump on my nose, I follow him down into what must be the basement, if my muddled up brain is counting the stairs right. My legs are going to be bruised tomorrow; crawling down the stairs is a tricky business. Fortunately, this building will be a plush place; steps are wide and he's leading me down slowly. After a sound of a door being locked, I'm left alone to listen to some muffled sounds, then he grabs fistful of my hair to hold my head up. He's silent and motionless, but I can smell him. From the angle of his hand I know he's standing. I know just where to look for his cock; I reach out and wrap my fingers around it. My sigh echoes his. I begin to stroke it slowly. ~ ~ ~ The salesgirl was not surprised when I asked if I could purchase only the handset. Apparently you can have more than one handset. I mean, per baseunit. How was I to know that? I'm happy if I manage to press the right button to answer my phone. I hate buttons, other than those on my computer. Those enable me to work away from people. In case you're wondering, for me, that's a good thing. I get nervous and very uncomfortable around people. Like with the salesgirl: not that she could have guessed why I needed a new handset, not in a million years — I knew it was just in my head — but it was there and wouldn't go out. She smiled friendly and added, "Many people need to buy only the handset — using the phone while in bath is not very healthy for the electronics." Hm. You don't say. Okay. The last I'd opened the shutters of the bathroom window was, well, never. I like my privacy. It took some effort and angry banging with my fists, but it opened. I didn't mind the noise. I was a little disappointed to realize that the window was further to the right to the unfinished building across the yard than I'd thought. It was too small and almost below the ceiling of the bathroom. There was no way he could see me through it, unless he were a cat and able to climb metal beams which, I supposed, would support the roof if anyone ever got around to building one. Still, it would be fun to leave the window open. He'd see the light and eat his heart out wishing he could see more. Then, maybe, some day I could leave the shutters of my bedroom window ajar... I couldn't stop thinking about it. I ran a bath and decided that I might put on a bit of a show one of these days. It was his doing, how horny I felt these days, night and day, and he might as well see it. I closed my eyes and sank deeper into the warm, foamy water. My skin tingled. My hands roamed, chasing the tingles. I was a little disappointed he couldn't see me. Not that there was much to see; only my head and my nipples were above the surface of the water. I lifted and straightened my leg, watching absentmindedly as lather slid down my skin, thinking a bed might be a better setting for a show anyway; he'd see more. It's just that... I felt horny and brave today; if I get some time to think about it, I might change my mind. I wanted him to see me. I wanted to make him hard. I wanted to come with him watching. I wanted to go to the bedroom. I didn't want to get out of the warm tub. I wanted to look into mysterious, promising shades in his eyes while I slid my hands over my wet skin, between my breasts, down to my mound — no, winding away, all the way to the knees, to the safe territory, teasing as he would tease me... Knowing my body was at his disposal... for as long as it took... So I just laid there, sprawled, motionless, open and almost able to feel his eyes on me. The feeling grew and an answering heat rose between my legs. My hands gripped the sides of the tub, my eyes flew open, staring at the ceiling blindly, feeling the orgasm uncoil inside of me on its own, without even a touch from my fingers. So close. It was unbelievable. My thigh muscles started to tremble. Ripples ran through the water and danced across my clit. A weird sound, half a moan of pleasure, half hiss escaped through my clenched teeth... The phone rang. I ignored it. I was not in the mood to get up. I was not one of these people who took their phone with them into the bath. I was in no mood to listen to my boss complain about an approaching deadline or my friends about neglecting them. I knew I was being irresponsible, but it felt damn good, and I was making the best of it while it lasted. I waited for the ringing to stop before I slid my fingers back down the insides of my thighs. I sighed, trying to relax back into the lazy, lusty haze I'd been floating in just a minute before, but it wasn't there anymore. Instead, there was anger at the loss, and unwillingness to give up. I should have turned off that phone. It rang again, very persistently. I groaned, giving up the fight mostly because I was starting to wonder who was so desperate to talk to me, and hurried across the apartment, leaving wet footprints behind me. Just as I was about to pick it up, it shut up. I hate when that happens. Just in case it rang again, I took it with me to the bathroom, placed it above the bathtub and raised a leg to get back into the water. Wait. I turned off the lights, leaving the bathroom lit only with two scented candles on the sink, peered out the window — and there it was. A cold green light above the beam of the unfinished building, flickering and hovering. It went out a second later, but I knew what I had seen. Either a fairy — or a screen of a cell phone. I remembered watching the workers before, how they'd walked the narrow beams and along the edges of the platforms with ease that freaked the hell out of me. I kept expecting to see them fall off and break their necks, but no one did. Of course. Even if fairies exist, they're not seen often, not as often as cell phones. The little green light came back on. My phone rang. "Good show, princess." I'm used to men calling me all kinds of odd names, but this was not an endearment. Usually, they're fooled and charmed. A blue-eyed blond, thin and not tall enough to be overly successful playing basketball, makes them act all macho and protective, at least until they discover I can run faster and kick harder than most of them. Not this one. There was a mocking tone to his voice when he said "princess". I ignored it. I liked it. "You're not gonna fall off from there?" "Oh, are you worried about me? I'm touched." "I could touch you in a way that doesn't promise a broken spine." Oh, my. Did I just say that? Do I want to touch him? "A touch of danger spices things up." Ah, if you say so. "I could show you." No doubt. "You could climb down from there. You should be able to see my bed from below." "I'd like that. We'll do that in a minute. You look magnificent wet." "Well, thank you." "Are you cold?" he asked quietly. He sure knew how to get me blushing. "No." "Your nipples are hard." "I know." I refused to be intimidated by his directness. I pushed my heavy breasts up, flicking the sensitive nipples with my thumbs. "They like you watching." "Can you get your leg up? I want to see your pussy." I nodded, propped my leg on the side of the tub and waited. My wet skin was getting a little cold, but from inside of me, a warm trickle came out to meet his eye. I doubted he could see it, but it made me very aware of how open I was. Anything. I just wanted him to do something to me, anything. Anything he wanted. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke again. "Turn around and bend over." "You know," I said, doing as I was asked, "I am getting a bit cold." I was surprised I could speak in a light tone while my legs trembled with excitement. "And if you like this, you'll be interested to hear that after a long bath such as this one, I usually apply oil all over..." I giggled. I sounded like an ad for a hot-line. Probably looked like one, too. Well, hopefully. Either he liked what he was watching or I was making a fool out of myself. "And I mean all—" "Go on then." "Okay. Hold on." I toweled and hurried to the bedroom. I opened the shutters and turned on the bedside light. "Next time," he said when I was on the bed, "try saying 'yes sir' instead of 'okay'." I blinked at the green light across the yard, now safely on the concrete floor, and laughed. "Like in the army?" "Something like that, yes," he replied calmly, ignoring my giggle. "Like I'm the one in command." It felt silly. It made me hot to hear him say it. So I gave it a try. "Yes, sir." Hm. I could do this. "See how much better that sounds? Now, on your back...Up there on the pillows. I'll see you better up there. Now... I want to see my loveslave oiled, legs spread, and playing with her tits." Loveslave? Should I be offended and yell and stop...Ah, screw that. I kinda liked how it sounded. "Could you say it again?" Silence. Guess not. Wait. Hm... "Could you say it again, sir? Please?" "Say what, slave?" Oh, God. My pussy lips swelled. My mouth opened and gulped air like water. This was a great game. I slid my finger into my squeezing slit to smother it in juice, then lightly over my clit. It was huge. It usually took a couple of orgasms to get that big. I pressed on it and my abdomen lurched. "I'm waiting, slave," he rumbled into my ear. "Oh. Ok— yes, sir." I grabbed the bottle and squeezed some oil directly onto my skin. I hardly noticed half of it running down to the sheets. That'll stain the mattress. "Take your time. No need to make a mess. I'll enjoy this." I've always liked touching my body, but having him watch — knowing for certain it was turning him on — hearing him say it... It felt amazing. Teasing him, knowing he wanted to touch me but couldn't... Knowing he could. I could ask him to come. It would only take a minute for him to get here. I could have him kneeling between my legs, ready to penetrate, have him on me, skin on skin, sweat and oil mingling, have him in me, his cock and tongue filling my hungry body... His voice purred in my ear suddenly. "How I'd like to fuck that dirty little cunt..." "Oh, God," I moaned, caught by surprise at the intensity of my reaction to his voice and his words. I realized my hand was back to my pussy instead of playing with my breasts as he'd asked, but this time he didn't mind. Or, at least, he didn't say anything and I had no willpower to stop now; my fingers slipped over the puffy, oiled lips in feverish rhythm. "It's alright. Cum, princess. It's alright. You'll have many more tonight. Fuck your pussy for me. Let me see you cum. Let me see my slave's nasty cunt gush with cream." ~ ~ ~ He chose my clothes, which hardly surprised me. The choice itself was a bit of a surprise. I have this dress that you could wear to a formal dinner — if it wasn't so short. And, the fabric it's made of is pristine white — until I move and it glitters as if tiny diamonds were sewn into it. I had no idea he'd seen me wear it; I wore it recently, but I was pretty sure I never went out on the balcony in it... Either I had and I'd forgotten or he's sneakier than I'd thought. Underneath the dress — oh, I know what you're thinking: lace, silk, garters? Well, yes, I expected something like that, but no; the sensible cotton panties is what he wanted. I didn't know what to think, until he explained. "I'll take you as you are, princess; nose in the clouds and lusty traitor in your panties. I'll enjoy watching the lady turn into the tramp. Oh, and no pearls tonight. The only jewelry a slut needs is what I leave on her." I run my hand up and down his shaft slowly, wondering if this is it, if this is all for tonight. It's so hard it feels like it'll explode if I squeeze it tighter and then it certainly will be over. I realize I'd told him a lot of things I don't want but not many I do want. Some of what I'd told him I don't want, I now do want. ~ ~ ~ I slid my fingertips over my skin and stretched like a kitten. Mmmm... God, I was a sweaty, oily mess... and I felt great. I felt just right. "You scare me." It must have been because of the orgasm, because he'd watched me stumble headlong into mindless passion that I felt so open...so close to him. I could tell him anything. It's fascinating. And scary. Kind of like watching a car accident. Glad nothing bad had happened to me — at least not yet. "Good. It means you have some brains in your skull." I smiled. "That's not the answer I was hoping for." He said nothing. He really was scary. "I was hoping you'd say I've nothing to be scared about and that you wouldn't hurt me." "I can't promise that." Well, that's it then. Keep away from him. Oh, crap. I needed him so bad I couldn't believe I couldn't have him. "You could set a limit," he said unexpectedly. "I wouldn't go beyond that." "How..." I could, couldn't I? I could believe him. If he wanted to lie, he'd tell me he wouldn't hurt me. On the other hand, he could have said all this just so I would think that I could trust him... Oh, this is complicated. "What it comes down to," he said, "is whether or not you can trust your instincts." I remembered how safe I'd felt before I found the first note in my mailbox. Actually, I felt safe even now, which was ridiculous, given that he could be a serial killer for all I knew. "What it comes down to," I said quietly, "is whether it's my instincts I'm listening to, or my desires." There was a soft laughter at the other end. "What's the difference?" I sighed. "What if there's a limit I forget to set and you use that to—" "You can say you want out at any point." Ha, sure, men are known for liking their pleasure being interrupted. "You'd let me out?" "I wouldn't be happy about it, but I would." Damn. He gets it right every time. I almost wished he'd say something wrong, breaking the spell, saving me a decision. "What about you?" "What about me?" "Where are your limits?" "Come over and find out." Very funny. "Did you ever..." I had to swallow before I could continue. "Ever peed on a girl?" I was almost sure I heard him smile. "No. It was just an idea. With you standing there, looking all indignant..." "I don't like that idea." "You've made yourself quite clear about that." There was an almost bitter tone to his words and, on a sudden impulse, I added, "But the rest of what you've said was very, ah, interesting." "The rest?" "Yes. You know. The... ah... part about..." "Being humiliated?" he offered. Christ. How does he do that with one word? One word and I'm breathless and unbelievably hot. "You'd like that?" "Yes," I whisper, incapable of actually voicing it, but imagining it with no problem. "Kneeling before me?" "Yes." "Do it now." He waited for me to scramble to my knees. "Bow your head. I'm pleased you've admitted this. I suspected it, but it's so much better to know for sure. Don't you think?" "Yes, sir." Not just for him; for me too. "Keep your eyes lowered, unless I tell you differently. There, that's perfect. You make quite a sight, slave. So submissive I almost feel like I could come over and fuck your wet cunt any time I pleased. How about it, princess? Are you wet for me?" The Balcony I hate the beach. I hate the sand sticking to my skin. I hate the sunburn I know I am going to get. Most of all, I hate the wind. I have never enjoyed the beach, ever. Yet here I am, lying here in my bikini, sand stuck to my sunscreen covered ass, arms, back, you name it. Here I am miserable, watching him lounge about, ogling the young girls in their near-nakedness, grinning like a fool. After so many vacations together, after years of my requests to do something different, to see another part of the world, I have still never ventured farther than the usual Padre Island summertime sun/windburn. I shift restlessly on my beach towel, trying with great difficulty to keep my hat in place to give my fair face some kind of protection. I am sweating. Not the good kind of sweat that comes with physical activity, but the horrible sticky sweat that comes from sitting in the sun. Finally I succumb to my misery. "I am going back to the room" I say. He gives bare acknowledgment in the form of a grunt, keeping his eyes glued to the barely-18-year-old rubbing tanning oil into her taut flesh. I roll my eyes and leave. Back in the room, I peel my suit off and slip into a cool shower. I don't have the heart to look at my face. Judging by the sting, it's probably the color of a perfectly cooked Maine lobster. Standing under the spray, I begin the tedious task of removing every grain of sand from my body. I think about him as I touch my burning skin. I run my hands over my breasts. I have always loved my breasts. They are large and heavy, pale nipples, sensitive to the touch. He prefers young and pert, a girl's breasts. I have the breasts of a woman. I think of him sweating and grunting behind me last night and grimace. I finish washing my hair and as I rinse my soapy body I feel a small amount of stubble on my legs. I shave, thinking about how it really doesn't matter. At this point in our relationship, I could go months without shaving and he wouldn't notice. As I top off with a shave around the bikini line, I decide to shave my pussy bare. "Might raise an eyebrow," I think. I keep my mound trimmed close, so shaving it bare is not a problem. I apply my shaving lotion and run the razor along my skin. I feel myself starting to get a little turned on. After carefully removing every trace of hair, I rinse in the now cold water of my shower. As I dry off, I look at myself in the mirror. I am relieved to see that my face is not burned. I admire my body, my smooth skin, my breasts, my calves and thighs. I look at my freshly shaved mound and I really like what I see. I place one foot on the countertop and look carefully at my pussy. It's like looking at the pussy of another woman. I run my fingers over the outer skin and then dip a finger inside, rubbing my juices around my inner labia, up to my hardening clit. I moan softly. I am getting excited touching myself and decide to make myself comfortable. After all, the only orgasms I ever have are at my own hands these days. I rub lotion into the skin of my legs, abdomen, arms, breasts, and shoulders. I reach around and apply it to my buttocks and lower back. Then I rub some lavishly onto my mound. I massage my skin, my outer labia slowly and sensuously, taking my time. I am getting very wet and resist the temptation to turn my attention to my now fully aroused clitoris. Instead, I run my hands up to my breasts, rubbing and pulling at my hardened nipples. I turn to go into the bedroom and upon entering the room, realize that the curtains are open on the sliding doors out to the balcony. I am standing in a hotel room, rubbing my nipples, completely naked in front of an open door. Directly across from me I can see you, sitting in chair on your balcony, twenty or so feet away. You are surprised to see me, and then you smile. My first impulse is to duck away and cover up, embarrassed, but something in your smile catches my attention. Boldly, I walk to the doors and reach up to pull the curtains closed. I look at you, lounging in your seat, and you raise your sunglasses, your eyes meeting mine for the first time. I feel a gush of wet heat between my thighs and feel my hips arch toward you impulsively. You nod appreciatively. I slowly lower my hands to my abdomen. Slowly, I begin to rub my skin in a circular motion, upward until I am cupping my breasts. I tease and stroke them, and return my attention to my turgid nipples. I rub the sensitive peaks firmly, pinching and pulling them intermittently. I watch as your hands lower themselves to undo your pants, freeing your rock hard cock. I lick my lips at the site of its large purple head. I imagine what you taste like and moan softly. One of my hands snakes its way down to my now dripping, aching cunt. I spread my swollen folds and begin to tease and caress my clit. Gasping at the site of you stroking yourself openly in front of me, I take a step backwards. I lower myself into a chair and drape one thigh over the arm of it, opening my self to you. I rub and stroke my tiny button, my hips beginning to undulate in the rhythm of sex. I dip lower, penetrating myself with one finger, pushing in and out of my hot tunnel. You match your strokes to mine, our hips rising and falling together. I slide a second finger in, fucking my self harder now. The hand playing with my nipples moves down to give attention to my throbbing clit. I roll and rub the little nub between my fingers, while the other hand pumps in and out of my pussy. I feel my juices running down between my ass cheeks. I moan louder now, gasping and panting as I feel myself about to cum. You are matching me stroke for stroke and I see that you are going to cum too. The first wave hits me and my eyes close as I surrender to the deep and intense spasms. I ride the waves of my pleasure, oblivious to the world around me. As I come down, still slowly sliding my fingers in and out, I open my eyes. You waited for me to finish. You grin and then begin to stroke your self furiously. As I watch you pump your cock in and out of your fist, I meet your thrusts with my own. Suddenly your hips jerk forward and your thick semen begins to shoot. You hold nothing back and I imagine how it would feel, spurting deep into my pussy. Afterwards, I sit and look at you for a few minutes, before rising to my feet and pulling the curtain closed. The Balcony The fight was over, words were all said and done but he was still leaving. Opening the glass door, I moved out to the open balcony overlooking the other apartments across the driveway. Then gazing up to the clear moonlit night above me, I shut the door and leaned against the railing. My drink in my hand, I finish it off and place it next me on the table. Hearing the door open behind me... I feel the cool breeze from the air conditioner from the living room and as he steps up behind me... He places his hands on my hips, leaning his head on my shoulder and close to my ear he states; "I'm sorry but I can't back out of this obligation. I promised and I have to keep my word." "Fine, but I'm not happy about it." I pout back at him... I feel his hands move, and wrap around my waist... his warm breathe on my neck and I take in a small sigh... "So how long do I have?" Holding me close he murmurs next to my ear, "I leave tomorrow at noon." Surprised, I turn to him... looking up at his face I move to give him a fierce kiss and then wrap my arms around his neck tightly now knowing our time would be shorter than I thought. Our kisses become more passionate as we know we may never see each other again and I feel his hands slip up and under my shirt. His hands move up and down my back in slow circles... his fingertips kneading my skin and I start to feel myself relax while he works out the tight knots. Playfully he lets his hands trail across the sides of my breasts and moving one hand in front he tweaks a nipple... Jumping a bit I look up to his face and see his playful smile there. I look at him confused, torn between my emotions of losing him so quickly and how it all had to end, I make a small unhappy sigh, and step away from him feeling crushed. No, I think to myself, I was not going to let him get his way again... Not this time... I lean across the railing to the right of us and away from him... "What? Is this how were going to let our last night be? I don't want us to go away mad at each other." He moves back behind me again, his hands go back under my shirt and start to move up and down in long strokes against my back... Feeling his hands on my skin ... reminding me of the passionate nights we have had, I start to melt... knowing he is right and that I may never see him again, I feel my will collapse and know I want what he has to offer, even if it is for the last time... His hands starts to move to the sides of my breasts and his fingertips send tingles down through my body. Leaning over my back, he can now cup my breasts in each palm and then starts to pinch my nipples between his fingertips; I take in a few quick intakes of air and close my eyes... grasping onto the railing with my hands, fingers clenched around the metal. Slowly I press myself back into him, showing him that I am getting aroused as he continues his teasing. One hand moves away from my breast and down my stomach... Moving down the front of my skirt, his hand meets the skin of my leg. Feeling his hand slide back up and under the material... His fingers meet the edge of my lace panties and trail up to the side of my hip... The touch of skin on skin makes my heart beat quicker and a small sigh escapes my lips. Soon his other hand has left my hardened nipple and moves also down my leg to end on the other side of my hip... His fingers hook inside the fabric of my panties and I start to feel them slide down my legs... My eyes flash open as I remember where we are and go to move away so we can go inside and finish what we are doing. The pressures of his hands forces me back down over the railing and I hear him chuckle near my ear; "No dear, not this time... it is okay... trust me, now close your eyes please." Looking out over the other three apartments across from us... I glance quickly towards each of the windows to see if we are being watched and hearing his sigh next to my ear... I slowly close my eyes... afraid... afraid of what is next to come but excited all at the same time... Feeling the lace move over my ass and down... he helps me step out of them and I feel his hands move up my legs... sending small shivers through me. Standing up behind me again, he takes my hands from the railing and moves me back near the glass door, but we still, do not go in. He raises my arms above my head... his hands trails down my arms slowly, sending small tingles through me and then his hands are on the ends of my shirt. He slowly starts to lift my blouse up and over my head... Panic washes over me quickly and I start to react to what he is doing... Wanting to protect myself again from the prying eyes I imagined coming from the apartments across the way... again he gives a throaty laugh at my reaction and moves my arms back up over my head, leaning in close to kiss my neck first, he then whispers again to me, "Its okay...relax... no one is watching us... " Eyes still clamped shut... I feel my shirt come off and the warm heat from the city and the cool air from the air conditioner behind us... he lowers my arms back to my side; I feel my skin react and my nipples now harden into tight little buds... I hear him move about and can feel his breath above my right breast... as he leans in and I feel his tongue wrap around the nipple and tease it to where a small moan escapes my lips... Teeth clamping tight over it makes my moan become a cry and I can hear his laughter again over my breast and I know he is pleased. After doing the same with the other... I can feel my legs shake in desire and am almost to the point of not caring of what comes next till I feel him move away from me... Sensing him behind me... he wraps his arms around my waist. I can feel his hard cock pressed up against my ass and he leans in to nibble on my neck... his hands cup my breasts again... pulling and twisting as you start to hear my breathing coming in quicker pants and he whispers in my ear once more," Are you wet my dear?" Trying not to admit it... I bite my lower lip... till I feel him pinch my nipples hard and in a forced rush I exclaim, "Yes." "Good" he states and leans back so to kneel down... I feel his hands go to my hips and he grabs the material of my skirt. Slowly he starts to pull it down... My hands grab his hands quickly and firmly... keeping them close to me... "No!" I state in a panting panic voice. In a firm voice he states, "Yes, now let go!" Releasing his hands, mine curl into fists at my side and I feel my skirt slip to the ground where, once and again, he helps me step out of that as well. Feeling completely naked and vulnerable on the balcony, a small shudder of excitement goes through me and I feel him move back up behind me. He cups one of my breasts with one arm and his other moves down between my legs. His fingers move across curls and then lower still... down to the moistness of my pussy. I hear a small groan when he realizes how wet he has made me and then his fingers slip between the very moist folds of my pussy, moving slowly across the lips and around my hardening nub... He slightly tweaks my clit and I gasp in deeply, forgetting to breath and lay my head back on his shoulder. However torn between fear and passion, my hands have moved to his wrist again and I try to hold it tightly, trying to prevent him from going any further due to the risk of us being caught... Sensing my fear, I hear him near my ear... "Breathe dear... breathe. It's okay, now open your eyes." Opening my eyes I look across and for one quick second I think I see the curtain move in one of the apartments and I make a small cry of panic... "Shush... no one is there" he mummers near my neck and he slowly pulls me back into our living room. Leading me down onto the carpet... He slips out of his shorts quickly, barely ripping them off by the seams. Now leaning over me, he kisses me with a sense of urgency. Using one leg, he spreads mine and I feel his hand dip again into my wet pussy... fingers running along my clit once more... one finger and then two slips into me easily and he starts to move them in and out slowly... watching my face, seeing the excitement he has created. Then faster he moves them in and out of me when my hips start to arch up to meet his hand. My hands reach for him... wanting to pull him close to me... to fill me with his cock and give me the release I so desperately want. Removing his hand, he positions himself above me... leading his cock into my soaking pussy; he quickly thrusts deeply inside of me... "Oh fuck!... shit... oh... Oh... " I cry out to him. Hearing him groan as he enters my cunt forcefully, he exclaims "oh fuck...you are so wet and so tight." I move one of my legs to wrap around him while my other I use to brace myself so I can meet his movements with as much fervor as he is giving me. My hands move to his back and I dig my nails into his skin... he groans at the small pain I give him... Remembering the thrill and excitement of my being naked on the balcony has pushed us both into a new frenzy of lust and we both grab and clutch onto each other. Shoving and pushing, nipping and biting, I hear our excitement echo a bit outside since he never shut the glass door. I quickly feel him searching my face so to lean in and kiss my lips passionately. As he does, I hear him again groan against my mouth and his swollen cock fills my wet pussy. Which in feeling his member twitching and filling me... makes my body shudder its own release for him. We both lay motionless, while attempting to catch our breaths and once under control... I feel him reluctantly leave my we roll away from each other... After a few minutes, I roll to my side to look at him and with a questioning look as he looks back at me. "What?" he asks. "If this whole marriage thing doesn't work out, for you? Can I be second pick if all else fails?" I ask him with a smug smile on my face. The Balcony Standing on the porch slowly getting drunk on beer, I wander what would happen if I slowly started taking off each piece of clothing that I was wearing. My balcony faces one of the busiest streets in town, and on any one day there must be at least a thousand plus cars and trucks that go up and down it. Can you imagine how many horns would be blowing and accidents would happen if I undressed?? Yeah....that many...so as I'm standing there wondering if I had the balls to do it. In my daydream I'm watching myself actually do it and watching the traffic below, along with all the neighbors beneath me. Wow!! What a turn on this is for me, as I reach down the front of my shorts and place a finger inside my steadily moistening pussy. I'm watching myself, in a dream, take my shirt off and reach into my bra, gently pulling out my breast and lifting it up to my mouth to flick with my tongue. I heard a few honks from that stunt. As I raise my eyes briefly to look at what the traffic's doing, I watch a neighbor from across the street, walk over and stand by the parked cars with a video camera in his hand. Alright, I'm going to make a movie...well in my dream I am. I hear music from afar and as it gets closer I realize that it's a passing vehicle that has pulled into the lot and has the radio turned up. I soon feel my body start to sway to the beat and as I watch with fascination at the guy with the video camera, I realize that he has a very big package in the front of his pants and on occasion I watch his hand reach down to adjust it. I reach down to the top of my shorts and slowly undo the button, then the zipper and slowly start to lower my shorts down, teasingly of course. I watch as a few more cars slow to a crawl on the street below, watching the scene up above. A few cars have already made the block and are now parked across the street watching me. As my newfound audience continues to grow and I start hearing cheers from the people down below me, I begin to slowly do a striptease with my shorts. When my shorts drop beneath my waist I let them go and they drop to the concrete in a pool, and then I step out of them and kick them to the side with my shirt. Now, I am standing on the balcony dressed only in my bra and g string. I slowly, as if in a daze, reach behind my back and undo the clasps that are holding my bra in place. My eyes are still on the gathering crowd beneath me and they are literally hanging onto every little thing that I do. As they gaze in wonder at the lady on the balcony, I gently release my bra, so that my perky breasts hang free. I still have a partial beer balancing steadily on the balcony railing, and I reach for it and take a drink. As I swallow the cold liquid in my mouth I wonder what would happen if I suddenly decided to insert the bottle into my mouth as if it were a cock. Without giving any more thought to 'what if', I do exactly that. Slowly at first, I run my tongue around the head of the bottle, dip my tongue into it and then slowly insert the neck of the bottle into my mouth...and I hear cheers from the crowd. Most of them are men, but there are some women and boy do they look jealous. Hmm...maybe they should come and join me, more fun for the crowd gathered. Oh well, I think to myself, I'm in the spotlight now, so to speak. I'm starting to hear hollers from the guys to take it all off, so I turn around and begin doing a dance. I sway my hips from side to side as I pull on the sides of my g string, teasingly, lowering first one side and then the other. I bend over and place one hand on the concrete while I trail the other one up one leg to the 'v' of my pussy. I insert one finger into my very wet pussy and then bring it out, only to put it in my mouth. I hear a few guys yell out that they'd like to taste me, and another yells out that I can have his phone number. I stand up and resume my striptease, listening to the chants and raves as my wet g string slowly makes it past my hips. I turn around and continue to remove my g string until it too is in a puddle at my feet. As the crowd takes in my shaved pussy, I slide a finger into it and begin a slow dance that only I know the rhythm to. I am so turned on and so horny by all of the attention that it's all I can do to not grab one of the men or a few of them and fuck em all. I play with my clit and my pussy juices, while backed up against the wall, until I hit my peak. As I start to cry out from the intense pressure, I hear flashbulbs going off and when I open my eyes, I realize there is a camera crew in the parking lot filming me. Yeah!! I think to myself, I've made the 6 o'clock news!! Awesome!! After I'd finished my orgasm, I hastily dressed and then yelled down to my admirers that if they want an autograph and my number, now would be the time to get it. *whistle* "Hey Jules!! What the heck are you doing out here on the balcony?" I hear from afar. As I come back from my dream, I turn around to see my friend standing in the doorway looking at me with a puzzled face. As I look down at my surroundings, I realize that my dream was actually reality and there are now hordes of men down below me in the parking lot awaiting my next move. I look down on the concrete, already too aware of what I will find there, and then only realize that I am still wearing my bra and g string. "Funny you should ask", I say to my friend. "I thought I was dreaming." I yell down to the small crowd watching me and let them know that the show is over, it's time to get dressed and go inside. As I reach down to grab my clothes, I turn with a smile on my face, and yell down at them, stay tuned to next week when my girlfriend comes to town!! The Balcony It had been hot all day and as darkness fell, she came in from the patio carrying the empty tea glass. The phone rang as she walked to the kitchen. Picking it up, her breath stopped at the sound of his voice. "Be at the Hyatt at 10 p.m. sharp. Wearing that special nightgown I bought you, covered only by a light raincoat. Your black heels and thigh-highs. Nothing else" ::click:: She recognized his voice immediately of course. Stepping into the shower she used the bath gel and shampoo he preferred. Her hands trembling but quick to ready herself for him. She followed his instructions to the letter. After drying her hair carefully, she spritzed on the perfume she knew he liked best by misting the air, and feeling it fall gently into her long red curls. Stepping back from the mirror to carefully inspect herself, she saw a petite, busty woman, smiling with blue-green eyes that sparkled with excitement. The gown fit closely in all the proper places and she knew he would be pleased. Picking up the thin opaque raincoat she slide it up her arms and belted the sash tightly at her waist. She smiled as she walked to the car, the material of the gown in the humid night air clinging and teasing her nipples to perfect hardness. The swish-swish of the raincoat against her legs seemed to whisper his name. As the valet opened the door, she swung around to exit the car. The movement caused the raincoat to open and the lace was visible to the attendant, as was the top of her stockings. His eyes widened and he swallowed hard as he looked up at her. She smiled and took the ticket from his hand. As she approached the large decorative double doors of the Hyatt-Regency Hotel, she could see him standing just inside. His face calm, completely devoid of any expression. He watched her step inside and glance around, pulling the front of the coat tighter. A ghost of a smile crossed his lips and he took her hand in his. As he led her across the polished marble floor, he whispered into her ear..."you did well, my dear". "Thank you, Sir", was her reply. He pushed the button for the elevator and wrapped his arm about her waist as they waited. She smiled softly up at him, her eyes glittering with growing excitement. The doors opened and they stepped inside, both looking up...watching the numbers change as they ascended to the 31st floor. Silently they walked down the hallway until he stopped and slid a card key into the door lock. The soft click as the light changed from red to green caused her to catch her breath. His hand, in the process of turning the door handle, stopped. He looked down at her and she smiled again. Nodding with satisfaction he opened the door and led her inside. He stopped her in the middle of the room and took the coat. She stepped away from him and turned. He quietly said, "turn around, slowly". Very slowly she spun around. His eyes watched carefully, taking in every aspect of her appearance. His gaze traveled from the shiny patent heels, up her legs along the black silk stockings as they disappeared under the short lace gown. "Undress me" were his only words. She carefully took off his jacket and tie. After folding them and laying them across the back of a chair, she moved back to unbutton his shirt. Opening the sides, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and moved to take it from his hands. Laying it on the jacket, neatly folded. Kneeling at his feet, she lifted her hands and unbuckled his belt, easing down the zipper tab as she looked up at his eyes. His face never changed expression as her hands grasped the waist of his pants and boxers. As she eased them down across his hips, he shifted so that they could move more freely. The pants pooled around his ankles while she took off first one shoe, then the other. Stepping out of his pants, he moved to the bed and sat down waiting for her to fold the pants carefully and drape them over the chair with his other things. She moved to stand in front of him and stopped. He took her hand and pulled her to his lap. Taking her face in his hand, he turned her face to his and kissed her gently. She sighed at the touch of his lips and her mouth opened under the pressure of his kiss. His hand dropped to her breast and his fingers began to tease and pull at her nipple. It puckered and hardened as his palm covered it. His tongue slid between her lips as his other hand came up and held her to him by the back of her head. She lifted her arms and curled them around his shoulders, pulling her tighter against him. At the first soft whimper he pulled her mouth from his by the hand tangled in her long red curls. Looking at her eyes, his hand dropped between her legs and one finger pressed between the lips of her pussy. He smiled slightly as she gasped and her eyes closed abit. He gently stroked across the tip of her clit, watching her face. Her legs opened and he lifted his finger to his nose, breathing in her aroma. When the finger slid between his lips and he licked the taste of her from the tip, she groaned. He lifted her off his lap and stood her between his legs. She looked down at his erection straining from his lap and started to kneel. A swift shake of his head stopped her and she looked at him curiously. "I have a much better idea" he said. He stood and led her to the balcony doors. They opened onto the 31st floor balcony, complete with several lounge chairs and a double chase lounge with a low back. The outer-wall was capped by an iron railing, he drew her to it and turned to face the hotel wall. He pulled her to him and began to kiss her again. His hands ripped the front of the gown open and let it drop onto the floor behind her. His hands pulled her against him, his cock pushing into the vee of her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and held him closely. He leaned back against the wall and lifted her up. She crossed her ankles across his ass cheeks as his cock slid into her hot, wet vagina. She cried out against his lips. He began to lift and drop her slowly onto his hard cock and she shivered each time he moved her. His finger teased her hole as he lifted her, making her whimper and moan. He thrust up into her over and over again. Their tongues tangled and teased each other. She began to tremble as the first wave of a soft slow orgasm washed over her. He pulled back slightly and watched her cum, groaning as her juices seeped down his thighs. Watching the tears spill from her eyes as the orgasm moved through her, he carried her to the low chaise and sat down with her stocking-covered legs still wrapped around him. His cock never seemed to soften as long as she held him tightly this way. Easing back, his legs spread...he looked in her eyes. "Make me cum", he whispered. She moved up to kneel over his lap, her nipples brushing his mouth as she did so. He laid back and as he watched, she curled her fingers around his cock, guiding the head back inside her waiting wet body. Sliding down to completely cover him, she reached behind her and cupped his balls...caressing them gently. She flexed the muscles surrounding his shaft, grasping and squeezing it as tightly as she could. As she watched, she could see his eyes darken and his face seem to harden. His eyes never left hers as his hands moved to her hips. Lifting and guiding her movements ... up ... down ... up ... down ... a low moan escaped his clinched jaw. She shivered hard at the sound and gasped. Soon her rhythm matched his and she softly whimpered with each stroke. Her body riding his, moving stronger on his thrusting cock. Her fingers slide from his ball sac and she leaned forward. Her breasts touched his chest as her hands settled on the lounger cushion beside his head. She bent to kiss him, gently biting on his lip. His tongue slithered between her lips and tangled with hers. As the kiss became more passionate, she rocked faster onto his cock. The need to take him inside her completely overwhelmed her. Tears of arousal slipped from her eyes and the soft sobs were silenced as she pressed her face against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands on her back pulled her against him tightly. Her sobs became soft low screams as the orgasm began again, harder this time. His hands moved to her rapidly thrusting ass and held her still against him. His surging cock moving deep and strong. He suddenly threw back his head and groaned. The white hot rush of cum filled her as his voice rose in a shout. As their bodies slowed...and their breathing began to quiet, she kissed the side of his neck. His hands were slowly rubbing across her back. She giggled softly and said, "I wonder if we woke anyone up?" He looked at her with a grin, "well, if we did, they had a nice show. Darlin', you were fantastic as usual." "You bring out the best in me', she replied. He laughed and settled her back in his arms as they sat up. Standing, he carried her back to the bed and laid her down. He went into the bath and came back with a damp wash cloth. Gently he washed her, kissing behind the movement of the cloth. He laid down beside her after dropping the cloth on the floor by the bed. She nestled into his arms and they drifted off to sleep. The Balcony Brian was bored as he sat alone in the balcony watching the girls' volleyball game through the viewfinder of the video camera. Little did he know that in less than an hour he would experience one of the most exciting events of his life. Soon he would be focusing on five of these players in front of him. They would all be on their knees taking turns at sucking his cock. Chapter 1 Brian worked at the athletic director's office for his junior college. He had been doing this for the last two years since he started there. It was a way for student athletes to make extra money while assisting at other events in sports they did not play. Brian entered the athletic director's office the first day on campus. After a brief conversation, they hired him. He quickly earned their trust and became one of the best workers. His pals, Greg and Alan, soon joined him following his recommendation. In the fall, his ability to work was limited. He was on the football team. Obviously, football practice took up most of his time. Nevertheless, he was always working during basketball games and wrestling meets in the winter and baseball games in the spring. During the fall, he was occasionally able to work a girls' volleyball game or two if practice was done in time. Tonight was one of those nights, Practice was over in time for him to rush back following practice. He walked into the office with his best friend Alan. They met his other friend Greg already in there. Officially, only Greg and Brian were "hired" to work tonight. But of course, you never saw any of these three without the other two nearby. The athletic directors gave the guys $20 for each event they worked. They were responsible for making sure the officials had everything they needed. They also insured the court was swept and mopped during all intermissions or half times. Lastly, videotaping the sporting events was required when the coaches wanted to review the game with their team later on. This was the key to Brian's inevitable happiness on the night that the neighboring junior-college visited. "Where the hell have you been?" Greg asked as Brian and Alan walked into the A.D.'s office. The term "Athletic Director" had vanished within weeks after he started this job. "Sorry, dude. I had to make a run to McDonalds." The smell of the Big Mac, cheeseburger, and fries emanated from the bag. "What did you get me?" Greg asked. He knew the answer would be nothing; but he wanted to give Brian some grief. "I figured you had eaten at home by now!" He defended himself. He then saw the smirk on Greg's face. "Screw You." He followed up. "Just for that you don't get any of my fries." Greg reached quickly and grabbed the bag right out of his hand. Within seconds he grabbed a handful of french fries. "You were saying?" He said before shoving the handful in his mouth at once. "Give me the bag." Brian said as he took the bag right back. This time he held on tighter so he wouldn't lose it again. "I already let the refs into the locker room and the court is set up and cleaned. So we are even." Greg was referencing the fact that Brian had done these tasks last week when the volleyball team played Romeoville. "So who's filming first?" Brian quizzed Greg. Alan was quick to reply, "Not me, that's for sure." Alan was not scheduled to work and instead planned on simply sitting in the bleachers and watching every good looking girl he could get his eyes on. These volleyball games were a good source of eye candy. Sure, the volleyball players were not as good looking as the cheerleaders. Yet most of the players were still pretty damn hot. "You've got to do the whole thing." Greg answered. "Remember? I covered for you the whole night the last time." None of them liked to film a volleyball game. Whoever got first shift had to set the camera up in the balcony above the stands overlooking the gymnasium. Then, they ultimately had to sit or stand behind the camera through the games. They were completely isolated and alone up there. Originally, they used to switch duties every game. But this became too difficult because sometimes games were over so quickly. It became a bigger pain in the ass to try to get back and relieve the other. So they instead would film all of the games for either the JV or the Varsity. But Greg was right. He ended up covering for Brian last time. Greg happily handed Brian the camera and the tripod. Of course, once Greg's hands were free he was able to steal one last french fry. He and Alan turned around and exited the office. Sure, Greg had a few things to do; but Brian definitely got stuck with the worst task. But it would not be long before he would be extremely glad he was up there. Chapter 2 His hands were now full so he literally had to set the tripod down for a second as he closed the door behind him and made sure his set of keys went into his pocket. He picked the tripod back up and made his way towards the gym. He entered in the first door where he could quickly turn right and instantly make a left up the stairs into the balcony. The balcony is where wrestling and gymnastics normally took place. During a volleyball game or basketball game, it was abandoned up there. But it was the perfect place to be if you wanted to film the action down below. It was here that he set up the tripod and camera right next to the closed bleachers. He looked in the viewfinder and saw that the camera was in a perfect position so he would not really have to adjust it or move it for the rest of the game. He then went back behind him to find a chair to sit on. There were mats and gymnastics equipment everywhere. Brian found a chair and pulled up beside the camera and got ready for his long boring duties. He managed to sit through the JV game without falling asleep. It did not last long because they really were no good. They lost in two matches straight. Nevertheless, watching volleyball was enjoyable because of the fact that most of the girls out there looked pretty good. Tonight in particular he noticed that quite a few of the girls from Andrew were looking good. As he watched the game, he saw a very cute redhead out there. He also noticed that one of the girls had extremely large tits. Every time she moved on the court they bounced beautifully. These were the two girls he focused on the most as he simply sat there and fantasized about them. Little did he know that his fantasies were about to come true. Shortly after the JV match, the varsity match began. As he was filming, a girl from the Andrew the JV squad came up and started talking him. "Do you film all the games?" She asked. "Someone does." He told her. "I tend to work a lot of games whenever possible." "It looks like it gets pretty boring." She pointed out inquisitively. "Yeah, but most the time somebody is here and I can talk to them while I'm filming." He paused a second. "So thanks in advance for sticking around and talking to me." He was proud of this clever line. He paused briefly, now showing his usual hesitation around girls. "I'm Brian." He was back on track. "Lisa." She told him. "You played a good game." He told her since he recognized her from his filming earlier. "Thanks." She replied. He recognized her because she was one of the girls he enjoyed watching the most. During the game he noticed that her ass was the best looking. She also had drop dead gorgeous legs. Although her tits were not the biggest of all the girls on the court he did notice them during the time she played. Now however, up close he saw exactly how big they were. They looked great. Even though they were covered by a lavender fuzzy sweater, it was obvious how big they were. She was wearing light blue jeans that were perfectly form fitted on her legs. As she stood next to him he could actually see her jeans were tight enough to show her camel toe. This made him excited. He even began to wonder if she might notice his erection. "So can you ever step away from the camera?" She asked him as she turned her head back behind them. "Sure." Brian answered. "The whole court is being filmed so I really don't have to do much." She then got up and started to walk back behind him. She walked over to the gymnastics equipment and started to play around. She first jumped on the balance beam straddling it. He continued to watch the game but looked back at her quite frequently. She then stood up and walked somewhat gracefully down the balance beam. As she jumped off and hit the mat her tits bounced beautifully. The whole time she was back there she continued to watch him coyly. There was something about this girl. She was definitely flirting with him. She was definitely up to no good. And he was definitely excited about it. He wanted so badly to just watch her all the time; but he knew that would be too obvious. So instead he pretended to look through the viewfinder every now and again. Once in a while he would look back at what she was doing. At this point she was now climbing on the even parallel bars. She was sitting on top of them straddling both bars with her legs. He turned his attention back to the game. "Brian!" She called him. He looked back and she now had her sweater and her bra lifted up to her neck. Her breasts that he had realized just a few minutes ago were bigger than he originally thought were now completely exposed. His suspicion was confirmed. Chapter 3 He did not need anything more than that. He immediately got up and walked over to her. She pulled her sweater down and jumped off the bars. She stepped close to him immediately and he wrapped his arms around her as he grabbed her ass through her tight jeans. She did not hesitate and immediately kissed him deeply. Her tongue followed right afterwards and she probed his mouth slowly and deliberately. It was a very strong, deliberate, and passionate kiss. At the same time she began this kiss, she then grabbed his right hand and physically placed it on her left breast. He squeezed and caressed it as much as he could through the heavy sweater. He then took his left hand and began to squeeze her right breast as well. It was awkward through her sweater but her breathing did increase so he knew she must be feeling it. But he needed more. His left hand momentarily left her breast long enough for him to slip it underneath her sweater. He pulled her breast out from under the bra, and now began to caress her bare breast and squeeze her nipple. It was obvious Lisa was very experienced. She had no hesitation in anything she did. Now that his hands were working on her breasts she took her right hand down and began to grab his cock through his Levi's. If he wasn't completely erect before, he was now. She stroked up and down as it was very obvious where his cock was within those jeans. She continued to stroke it up and down and his hips were moving in rhythm with her strokes. She did not want to be left out and she grabbed his hand moving outside of her sweater and firmly placed it between her legs. He pushed hard so that she would certainly feel it even through those tight jeans. She practically sat on his hand even though she was standing. For the next several minutes, both of them were now standing there kissing and caressing each other's genitals as quickly and firmly as they possibly could. Their breathing was more rapid than ever. Brian did not know where to go from here. Unfortunately, Lisa answered that question right then. She stopped stroking his cock and stepped away. Brian wondered why. And then he realized just how strange Lisa was. As she stepped back she looked at him with that devious look once again and teased him. "Did you like that?" She asked him. "Yes" he stammered in a hoarse voice. He was upset with himself that he couldn't muster a more manly tone. "Do you like to get your cock sucked?" She now asked him. He was thrilled. His cock was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. This was going to be great. He managed to make sure his voice was a little stronger this time. "Of course" he told her. "Good." She then turned around and started to walk toward the stairwell. "Where are you going?" He asked her. "Don't worry. You'll see." She told him as she continued to walk across the wrestling mat and around the corner where the stairwell was. She was now gone and he was standing there with a rock hard cock and wondering what the hell exactly just happened. What more could he do? He returned back to the camera and sat down. What an amazing yet strange experience. Lisa was definitely unique. Chapter 4 About ten minutes later his cock had just enough time to settle back down. He no longer was thinking about her when suddenly he heard her voice again. "Brian!" She hollered. He could not believe it. He stepped back from the camera and looked to his left. From just around the corner five girls now stepped out and were beckoning him to join them. This Lisa chick was serious. He looked at her and she was all smiles from ear to ear. Again, he did not hesitate and he immediately walked towards her. As he walked closer he saw that all five were players from the Andrew volleyball team that he had just filmed. These were the girls that he had fantasized about while he watched the game. He was not totally certain what was about to happen; but he figured it was going to be good. She approached him and brought her lips close to his. "Are you ready to let them practice on you?" She whispered in his ear. What the hell was he supposed to say? He was an 18-year-old and was just asked if he wanted five inexperienced girls his age to learn how to suck cock using his dick as their "visual aid". "Of course," he replied. Again, his voice suddenly cracked and he was upset with himself. But who could really blame him considering his position. He did not want to be, but he was a bit nervous. At this point, no one else knew what was going on. The camera was set up high enough that he was able to keep it focused on the entire court. He knew he could leave it unattended for quite some time. He backed away and started his journey toward the stairwell where the girls now disappeared. As he was walking, Lisa walked up to him and came close beside him. "They have no idea what they're doing," she told him. "I'm going to tell them exactly what to do, okay?" He was speechless. He nodded in the affirmative. He figured Lisa would have no problem correctly telling them what to do. The kiss he had twenty minutes ago with her was amazing. It had been extremely clear that she knew exactly what she was doing. As he went around the corner, Lisa already began with the orders. "Back up against the wall." She told him. He quickly obliged. She then took on a whole new personality. Her voice was firm and demanding. It was quickly clear that she controlled the situation. "Get on your knees, girls." Immediately, all five girls were on their knees and looking up at him. He could not believe the view. This was amazing. He was looking down at five girls looking up at him. Not only that, he knew what all five wanted. He was now getting very nervous. In actuality, the nerves would end up helping him. If he was not nervous, the excitement of the situation would probably cause him to blow his load before his dick even left his pants. But now, he was nervous. As a result he still was slightly limp. This of course would not last much longer. Chapter 5 "Kristin, Lori - undo his pants." Lisa did not even give an opportunity for them to choose their roles. She was going to control the situation from the start. Brian quickly learned which of the two girls were Kristin and Lori. He of course did not know yet which was which; but he didn't care as he watched both of them work together to unbutton the five buttons on his Levi's 501s. Both of these girls had brown hair. The one on his right had slightly longer hair than the other. She was the sexier of the two. She had a sultry look. That is, as sultry as her look could possibly be given her age and inexperience. The other girl was "cuter". She had a very cute smile. In all honesty, this was the type of girl Brian was more attracted to. The cute one started to rub his cock through his underwear. "Not yet, Kristin. I didn't tell you to do anything else." Lisa scolded her. Brian could not believe the situation. This Lisa girl was definitely strange. But of course, he didn't care. He was going to be the full benefactor of her escapades. Kristin took her hand away as if she was two years old and her mother had just slapped it. Lisa then rewarded the other girl. "You can start first, Lori. Just rub it through the material." Brian watched as Lori started rubbing his dick through his white cotton underwear. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he felt that as she did so she gave Kristin a gloating look just as a sibling would do when they are not the one in trouble with mom. As she grabbed his cock he noticed how big her chest was. She really did have extremely large breasts. He closed his eyes for a minute and remembered what they looked like when they were bouncing during the game he had just filmed. He opened his eyes again to take another look at them through the motion of her hand as she rubbed his cock. He hoped like hell he would get to see these tits in their full glory. She continued to rub up and down with only the material of his underwear between her hand and his hot rod. But that lasted less than a minute. She reached into his underwear from the top and grabbed his bare cock. At first, she started to rub in just the right spot. He felt her fingers on his shaft. But then, she did what so many girls have always done. She worked her way down to his scrotum. She was now reaching down inside his jeans and cupping his balls within his scrotum. He had always found that when given the opportunity girls were always fascinated with his balls. In conversations with his buddies, it had been confirmed that this was commonplace. Wouldn't it be great if someone would tell all these girls that instead, they needed to focus more on the shaft. This is what Brian always wanted. This is what he hoped would soon be coming. In this instance he did not mind because he realized that these girls were "learning". He took pride in the fact that this was probably the first time "Lori" had ever felt testicles. How cool was that? Just then, Lisa warned her. "Be gentle. Don't squeeze too tight." "Lisa is amazing." Brian thought to himself. She interrupted just at the right time. If another second or two had gone by Lori would've begun grabbing just a little too hard. Instead, Lisa saw this and pulled the reigns. She was fabulous. "Karen, Anne... Go ahead and suck his cock." Lisa commanded. Lori immediately backed off and these two girls stepped in and kneeled down in front of Brian. "Pull his underwear down all the way." Lisa told them. The two of them each grabbed him by his hips and pulled his jeans and underwear down. The pants fell on their own around his ankles. He leaned back and felt cold concrete blocks on his bare ass. It actually felt good because it was such a unique feeling. How many people ever got to drop their pants and push their bare ass against the wall in their school gymnasium? Chapter 6 As soon as he got comfortable, he realized that his shirt was hanging down over his cock slightly. He grabbed the edge and pulled it up fully exposing his rock hard cock. Both girls were staring at it but it became obvious that neither wanted to grab it. Not because they were nervous or hesitant about grabbing the cock itself; but more so because they were worried about the wrath of Lisa if they acted without her orders. Brian looked at Lisa to see what her next move would be. She looked Brian in the eyes and smiled so devilishly. She knew she had full control of the two girls that were now dying to wrap their lips around his cock. She knew even more how much Brian wanted that. It seemed like an eternity before she finally spoke. The Balcony "Anne, go ahead and suck it." She told her. She followed with the question, "Have you ever done it before?" Anne shook her head no. "Start at the head and work your way down. Make sure your lips are good and wet." Lisa told her. Anne grabbed his dick with her left hand and quickly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. The wait was worth it. Brian tipped his head back and let out a sigh. As he did so, he felt another set of hands grab his scrotum and realized it was Karen. As he opened his eyes to look down and see her grab his sack, it was too late. Karen had let go. Instead, her tongue began licking his scrotum where her fingers once were. About the same time Anne slid her mouth down his shaft. Karen's tongue continued to move all over the wrinkled skin while at the same time his cock was enveloped by Anne's mouth. It was an amazing sensation. And it got even better. Lisa barked another order, "Anne, let Karen suck it now." She continued her demands, "I want you to grab his balls and lick his groin and thigh." "Are you fucking kidding me?" Brian thought to himself. "This is absolutely amazing!" The girls switched. Karen immediately took his cock into her mouth. It was much warmer than Anne's. She also was able to take it in deeper and it felt wonderful. At the same time, Anne obeyed orders and grabbed his balls gently and licked his inner thigh all the way up to his groin. All the while, Karen continued to move her warm and wet mouth up and down the shaft. To this day, this still ranks as probably one of the best sensations he ever felt. Just then, Brian heard a male voice several feet away. "Holy Shit," the voice exclaimed. Chapter 7 It was Jeff, one of the guys from the football team. Not only was he there now, but Jeff's girlfriend and approximately nine or ten other people were standing behind Lisa. This collection of boys and girls from both schools were watching as Brian had two pairs of lips on his genitals and three more ready and waiting. For a brief second, modesty hit him and he was concerned. But the sensation he was feeling was too damn good. And he realized that this was such a once-in-a-lifetime experience that something as minor as an audience was not going to stop this. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this turned him on even more. He realized that for a brief second the girls were startled as well. But by the time he looked down, both of them were back hard at work pleasuring him. He even felt that they were doing so with more vigor. Apparently, they also were turned on by the audience. "Okay, you two. Jill hasn't had her turn." Lisa warned. Karen and Anne stopped what they were doing and moved slightly back. The two of them scooted back a bit, and they kept their knees on the floor as they sat back on their heels next to the others. Jill had already started to approach him. Lisa then exclaimed in a voice louder than she ever had so that the entire group could hear her clearly. "Show him how it's really done, Jill!" The crowd started chanting her name quietly, "Jill, Jill, Jill..." Lisa held up her hand without saying a word and the crowd immediately was silent. The power this woman possessed was amazing. Jill was the only blonde of the bunch. Her golden hair draped down beside her face as she approached Brian. She smiled. It turned out that she had braces. God, did that turn him on. Brian's cock was actually throbbing as it awaited Jill's touch. It was slightly tapping his lower abdomen rhythmically with his pulse. Jill approached her target and grabbed it with her left hand. At first she squeezed too hard and Brian winced a little. "Lighten up," Lisa warned her. She took her advice and gently held it from that point on. She did not move her hand much and Brian could sense the hesitation in her actions. She even stopped for a second and looked back at Lisa. "Go ahead and kiss it first. Lick it a little." Lisa told her. Jill turned back and kissed it right on the head sending a quiver up Brian's back. She then licked up and down the underside. The other girls had been quick to put it in their mouth and suck. This was the first time that his cock had been simply kissed and licked for a period of time. Probably because she was nervous to take it in; but it was a nice change of pace for Brian. After a while though, everyone was getting bored. Lisa was also losing interest. "Now go ahead and suck it Jill, "she told the inexperienced girl. Jill wrapped her mouth around his cock and moved down the shaft. The problem was that her teeth made contact the entire way down. Brian practically jumped off the ground and the wince on his face must have been obvious. The crowd actually chuckled. Jill quickly removed her mouth and started to step back from embarrassment. Brian quickly and gently placed his hand on the top left portion of her head stopping her retreat. "It's okay," he told her quietly so that no one else could hear, "just watch the teeth." She tried again and this time the sensation was wonderful. In fact, she was able to take his entire cock into her mouth and near her throat. The crowd quietly cheered. "That's a good girl," Lisa encouraged her. Her word choice once again led Brian to question her overall personality. But it was her next command that totally blew his mind. Chapter 8 Jill continued to suck Brian's dick with newfound skills. Brian watched her head move back and forth just below his abdomen. But he happened to notice Lisa was again up to no good, or actually it turned out to be good - damn good. Brian now saw that Lisa began to whisper in Kristen's ear as she sat on her knees with her butt on her feet. In fact, all the girls were now in that position. He wondered what she was saying. It did not take long before he knew. Immediately Kristen stood up and approached Brian. She looked him in the eyes with a deliberate look, but there were definitely nerves there. "What was next?" He wondered. Just then, Kristin grabbed her T-shirt at the waist and it was over her head in no time. He now was looking at her with a white bra. The material was shiny, it almost looked like silk but it certainly wasn't. He did not have long to examine the undergarment before she reached behind her back and it was thrown on the floor. The crowd let out a cheer as Lisa once again raised her hand quickly quieting them. He now was looking at her beautiful breasts. They were not that big, but the nipples were huge. And they were extremely erect. This was a sign that even though her eyes seemed slightly hesitant, she obviously was excited. During this time, the fact that Brian's attention was on Kristen's chest must've led Jill to realize something was going on. She let his cock fall out of her mouth and she looked back and saw what he was staring at. At the same time, Kristen took one more step forward and knelt down while grabbing Brian's erect cock. Jill amazingly without hesitation grabbed her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. Just then, Kristen's mouth went deeper than the earlier time she had control of his dick. It felt wonderful. It felt even better as he watched Jill next to her on her knees wearing only a pink bra. Again, he did not get to appreciate the bra for long because she quickly reached behind her and it was on the floor two feet from Kristen's. He heard the crowd again; but this time it was just quiet rumblings for they knew better than to cheer. Just then he noticed Lori quickly approaching. He did not see it, but he assumed that Lisa had relayed the same orders. It was an easy assumption because as she walked towards him she was unbuttoning her blue Oxford shirt. By the time she stood next to the other two girls, the shirt was completely unbuttoned. Within seconds she had it off and on the floor. She now stood in front of him with a plain white cotton bra staring him in the face. Her tits looked even bigger now that the shirt was gone. The bra was actually too small so they were pushing out in all their glory. Lori looked him in the eye and had a subtle smile on her face as she reached behind her back. She then slowly reached up and grabbed her right shoulder strap and seconds later was pulling the bra completely off. Brian now was staring at her very large boobs in all their glory. Again, there were stirrings from the spectators. Brian took a quick look and saw that there were at least four or five more people. Lori took one more step, knelt down, and then joined Kristin and Jill. Brian now looked down and saw three topless young women all giving their undivided attention to his cock. It was an amazing sight. When Lori joined the others she was almost forceful in taking his cock from Kristen. There was no hesitation and she immediately put his whole member in her mouth as if she was afraid the others would take it from her if she didn't hurry. The other two girls remained close on either side of her as they watched Lori take it all. While doing so though, both of them had their hands running up the back of his legs and they were caressing his hips. He moved away from the wall slightly and both took his cue and they started to grab his ass. After leaning against the cold hard wall, it now was another unique feeling as Kristen's fingernails gently pushed into his left buttock while Jill simply continued to caress the left side of his ass gently. Chapter 9 Lisa then quizzed the three. "Which of you three want to show these folks how to really suck a cock?" All three girls raised their hands. Again, Brian looked up and thanked his lucky stars. He dropped his head and quickly glanced over at the people behind Lisa. He immediately looked back up because he saw there were at least fifteen or more people watching intently. He was slightly embarrassed to look at any of them as he stood there with his pants around his ankles. Lisa readdressed the girls. "All three of you can suck at the same time but you have to share." Lisa warned them. Then Lisa walked over beside Brian. She now looked down at the three girls. "Who's going to make him come?" Lisa asked the group. All five girls raised their hands. "Whoever makes him come has to make sure the other girls get the fruits of your labor." Jill, Kristin, and Lori lowered their hands down. Brian was at first upset that they would not be the ones to bring him to climax. But then he quickly realized that Lisa had bigger plans for them. By lowering their hands, they were volunteering to take his load. And at this point, it promised to be quite a bit. Lisa was now left with two girls to choose from. Would Anne or Karen be the lucky girl to make Brian finally reach climax? He was glad he did not have to choose. He looked at Anne and she was definitely stunning. Her brown hair had looked great as it moved back and forth when her mouth perfectly sucked his cock. But then he looked at Karen, the redhead. He always did like redheads. She was also better with her mouth than Anne had been, and she used her hand to make the total experience wonderful. Overall however, Jill had taken him in the deepest. He also loved her braces. But Lisa already had plans in store for Jill's mouth. She then gave her order, "take off your shirts and both of you see if you can make him come." Both of the ladies were wearing T-shirts. Karen grabbed her shirt at the bottom with both hands and pulled it off with one fluid motion. Meanwhile, Anne tried to take hers off one sleeve at a time. It seemed she was a bit more reluctant. Karen quickly followed by removing her bra and she slid forward directly in front of Brian. She started to gently touch his penis as if she was waiting for her partner. Anne now realized everyone was focused on her. She picked up her pace and almost immediately her broad joined all the others on the floor. These women were all out topless. Some had shorts, some had jeans; but they were miraculously nude up above. He once again contemplated their previous attempts. If he was lucky, they each would realize their strength. He was lucky. Anne continued to suck up and down the shaft. After every two or three strokes she would let it fall out of her mouth completely. At that point, Karen would grab his cock with her hand and stroke from top to bottom quickly. This was the perfect combination. His cock went back into Anne's mouth. It was going deeper each and every time. She actually had begun to master how to open up the back of her mouth and throat in just this short time. The back of her throat felt wonderful on the tip of his head. As soon as he would feel its warmth, she would pull back and it would vanish again. However, the thrill of her lips sliding over the shaft would take over. For just a brief second he would be lacking attention. Until Karen would grab his cock and stroke it again. This time she really took control. It was obvious that she had brought someone to orgasm before. Her hand moved at just the right pace. His hips began to thrust in time with her movements. Every time he thrust forward the tip of his cock would also briefly enter Anne's mouth. Meanwhile, Lisa prepared the others. "Lori, Jill - who wants it on their face and who wants it on their tits?" Without saying a word, Lori quickly moved her fans underneath her breasts and lifted them up. This obviously answered the question. She was ready for his sperm to cover her tits. Brian then looked at Jill. He knew he would have the privilege of coming on her face. She was the cutest of all of them. And he always loved braces. To actually come on those braces was going to be amazing. Her face however seemed a little hesitant. He could not tell if she was disappointed or simply nervous. Certainly she would go through with it, right? She had gone this far. He certainly hoped he would get the opportunity. His attention was brought back to Karen and Anne. Instinctively his hips had been fucking their hand and mouth respectively. He was now seconds away from the most mind blowing orgasm of his life to this point. He was so proud of himself that he lasted this long. But he could wait no longer. Anne took his dick one final time and put it in her mouth. She moved forward once again completely and this time she fully deep throated him. His cock touched the back of her throat and there was nothing left. He could feel her lips on his pubic hair. This was too much. He was about to come. Lisa obviously saw this as well. "That's enough, Anne. Karen had already backed away and Jill took her place next to Anne's cheek as Brian's cock slid out one final time. Her braces were fully exposed as she literally smiled while grabbing Brian's cock with her hand. Meanwhile, Lori grabbed Anne's shoulder prompting her to back away. At the same time, Lisa gave Lori a slight nudge which brought her naked upper body into Brian's full view. Lori used both her hands to continue propping her huge breasts up waiting for the treat she wanted to receive. Jill was stroking his cock perfectly and it only took two or three motions at which point his head moved back and he started to shudder. The semen started down deep within him and quickly moved to the tip of his cock. He felt a sensation like he never felt before. It came from deep within him. The first two spurts were strong and quick. Within a second Lori's breasts were both covered. The crowd was no longer quiet. All of them were cheering now. Brian quickly took his eyes off of her tits to look at the crowd. Another five people or so had joined in to watch. This included his friends Greg and Alan. Also there was Liz and Sarah, two girls from his school that he and the guys hung around with quite often. They all were very close friends; but Brian always had a crush on Liz. He was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. As he looked at Liz's face in the middle of this amazing orgasm he realized that she was definitely interested in him. Her eyes were wide as saucers watching his cock as it made its second explosion. In fact, she licked her lips. This only made the situation even more unbelievable. Ultimately, Liz would experience this first hand in the next few months. Chapter 10 "Jill!" Lisa shouted. Her voice brought Brian's attention back and was the cue for Jill to make sure she got her share. Jill moved slightly to the right and the third and fourth shots out of Brian's red penis hit her on her left cheek and all over her semi open mouth. Brian could see some of it laying on her teeth and braces. He watched as her lips licked it off and she swallowed what was there. Jill stroked another time and one more bit came out and unfortunately hit the floor. Jill quickly put her mouth around his cock to make sure nothing else was wasted. At that point, there was nothing left in him. But her warm mouth felt great as she continued to suck. She, like Anne, had learned a lot in just this short amount of time. Meanwhile, Lori was still there on her knees holding those large breasts in her hands. She was looking down at the globs of gizz that now were sitting on top of them. Lisa offered to help, "who wants to lick it?" She paused. "Kristin?" She asked the girl who had been least involved during the climax. Kristin hesitated. Karen did not. She moved around to face Lori and started to lick the cum off of Lori's right breast. It was obvious she was anxious to see what it tasted like. Kristin was almost angry at herself for her hesitation. She moved around to Lori's left side and started to lick her share off of the other breast. This is where Brian leaned back against the wall and appreciated the scene. Five topless girls were sharing his cock and its contents. It was something that he obviously would never ever experience again. Luckily, he knew that even then. He realized this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He had simply been blessed that it happened so early in his life. In all honesty, as he got older he thought perhaps this was not a blessing but a curse. It may have been a curse because by far he would never be able to top this experience. His bare ass was against the brick wall and he watched the redhead Jill with her braces finish licking his semen off of her lips. He then looked to the left and saw Karen and Kristin using their tongues and their lips to hesitantly lap up the other part of his orgasm off of Lori's huge tits. "Get every drop, girls." Lisa commanded. "Son of a bitch!" Brian thought again. She really was crazy. It was a difficult task because by now Lori had begun to use her hands to smear it over her breasts. Both breasts glistened even though there was limited light in that corner. Although at this point, they were probably glistening merely from the saliva of the other two. By now there was no way any of Brian's juices remaining. Meanwhile, Anne seemed disappointed, or more likely embarrassed, and started to hook her bra back up. Brian saw her just in time to say one final goodbye to her breasts before they were once again in their rightful place. She then started to button her shirt. While he was watching Anne, he did not really notice that Lisa herself was approaching him from the left. Her right hand came towards his neck and she pulled him away from the wall and gave him a deep kiss as her tongue entered his mouth. At the same time the left hand grabbed his cock continued to stroke slightly. A few remaining drops came out and she made sure to get them on her palm. She brought her hand to her face and licked it all off. All the while she gave him the most devious and sensual look all at once. Chapter 11 "What do you tell Brian, girls?" She asked them all. He could not believe it. She still is treating them like they were her little kids. And they still play the role to a tee. The Balcony They all seriously spoke in unison. "Thank you, Brian". He felt awkward. Should he respond? He then responded in what he later realized was the best way. "No girls, thank you." He then started to button his Levi 501's while he watched the girls get dressed. It was rather dark but he could've sworn that Lori's tits were still slightly covered with this semen as she put her bra back on. That thought actually started to give him another erection. However, he knew that this event was over. Many people from the crowd had already left and gone back downstairs. Anne had already left quickly. This confirmed what he originally thought. She was probably overly embarrassed by what she had done. Karen was next to leave. She glanced at Brian but quickly gave him a slight hesitant wave before she went around the corner and started to walk down the stairs. The last three to play were now just completing the ritual of getting their bras and shirts back in place. "Kiss him goodbye, girls" Lisa reminded them. Jill, Kristin, and Lori all approached him. Jill was the first as she whispered thank you again and gave him a big kiss. The kiss was awkward because of her braces. But he could actually smell his own semen on her breath as he kissed her. That was a new situation for him. He didn't really know what to think. They kissed for about 2 seconds and she was gone. The redhead, Kristin, was next to say her goodbyes. She was the one that had wanted to be first to suck his cock and was pushed back in line. There was never any hesitation in anything she did. And it continued in her goodbye kiss. She took her left arm and put it around his neck as she pulled him close. She then used her right hand and grabbed his ass. Quickly, the two of them kissed deeply as her tongue explored his mouth one last time. He decided to use the opportunity to feel her breasts one last time. The kiss only lasted long enough for him to use his right hand to quickly grab her left breast and squeeze. She then backed away and said "thank you" ever so softly. Lori approached him and at first gave him a big hug. She pushed her largest hits against his chest and he grabbed her as hard as he possibly could and gave her a big firm hug. It was a reassuring hug and you could tell she relaxed even more. As their embrace stopped, she stepped back slightly and looked in his eyes. This was the first time he had ever really looked any of them truly in the eyes. He could tell that there was no regret. She was still excited, and perhaps enamored. He moved towards her and they kissed. They kissed deeply. She also made sure to hug him so that both of her breasts pushed firmly against him. Their tongues explored each other and in a way this was just as exciting as some of the other activities. Lori had grown to be his favorite. How could she not be with her beautiful tits, and the way they looked covered with his semen? He also liked her attitude. She seemed to be the most adventuresome of the five. Her breasts pushed against him so much that his back was up against the wall. It was almost forceful. He couldn't tell if it was because she was gaining confidence or if she was still very horny. He made the assumption that it was both. She actually took her hand and reached for his cock one last time. She grabbed it and stroked it several times and he was already beginning to get hard from his thoughts. After several more strokes from her he was raring to go. He moved his crotch toward her hand to signal that he wanted more. Just then was the only time he actually was mad at Lisa. "Let's go, Lori!" Lisa shouted out. Lori stopped stroking and stepped away only one step. She looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. "Bye". She whispered. "Thank you." He told her. She turned and quickly went down the stairs. The disappointment that it was over was starting to hit him. Lisa then approached him. She grabbed him by the wrist and placed his hand on her breast on top of her argyle sweater. Just as this had started, it was now about to end. She then gave him another deep kiss. The crowd finally cheered louder than they had all night. They were excited that the mastermind of it all was now involved. This kiss with Lisa refreshed Brian's memory from before the others came up. Her deep and passionate kiss right now confirmed that she was definitely the most experienced of all six. And she was the best. His only regret was that he never got to feel her lips on his cock. With that thought, he actually did one of the bravest things he had ever done up to that point. "Will I ever get to feel your lips on my cock?" His voice was even confident when he asked. Her response took away any disappointment he was feeling. "Our school is here for a basketball game Friday night. I will be here." she replied. She followed her statement with a wink and a smile. It did not surprise him. This girl was an amazing find. Only she could give such a devious smile and a wink. One that would leave Brian thinking more about what possibly would happen in two days then the fact that he had just been sucked off by five topless women at the same time. She turned and disappeared around the stairwell wall. He hoped Friday night would also be another night to remember. It was... The Balcony Ok the premise for this one is we have rented a small services apartment in an anonymous city above a small bar/club for the weekend so we can fuck and go wild with no disturbances with no one knowing we are there, I am just returning with a few supplies beer and spirits etc. when..... I walk into the room to see you dressed only in a black lace body suit; you are drinking a mug of hot chocolate with an extra frothy top. You take a sip and it leaves a thick milky froth on your wonderfully plump top lip. You smile at me and give me your most innocent of looks then you seductively and very slowly allow your tongue to glide across your top lip removing all trace of the foam. You smile say "oops" before biting your bottom lip to reinforce just how innocent but how naughty you want to be tonight. I'm hooked already and hurry over to you removing my t shirt as I approach, I take you in my arms and pull you into me, my chest separating your soft gravity defying plump round breasts still partially disguised by the black rose detailing on your lace body suit. You feel the hair and the strength of my chest meet yours. You lift your seductive lips to mine and I take them, your tongue darting into my mouth and I capture it with mine, we loose ourselves in our own world for a moment. Kissing passionately unrushed and wet we embrace each other. My hands explore your back one rising up towards your shoulder then back to your neck, eventually cupping your head increasing the intensity of the kiss, my other hand tracing your spine down to the top of your plump peachy ass, gently coupling and searching out every curve of it, pulling the rest of your body tight against mine. You feel my leg slide between yours and you lift yours up slightly against it not quite grinding but enough to tease and tingle in your mind. My hand leaving your ass and sliding down your thigh gripping it half way down. "Not yet we have plenty of time to fuck" you tell me and step back a little, you take my belt in your hands and undo the buckle and pop the buttons on my jeans completely unrushed. You drop to your knees in a single motion sliding my jeans down with you as you drop. You look up at me, your bright full cheeks of your face making you look so innocent I feel almost guilty at what I am about to let you do to me. You gently feel the cotton of boxers searching for the tip of my penis through them, which is now rapidly filling with vigour in anticipation of the joy it is about to receive. Finally you take it your hand and free it from the material that was hiding it from your view. You open your mouth slowly and leave it there open your bottom lip loose and you slowly reveal your tongue. Your hands reach round my back and you grab my ass cheeks pulling me into your mouth, I feel the heat and warmth of your mouth engulf the now hard shaft of my cock, your tongue grabbing the base of my shaft the tip of my penis sliding across the inside of your cheek deep down into your throat. My heart instantly starts racing and you begin your wonderful action. As you slide up and down my cock with your warm wet mouth I feel the cold air around my shaft then quickly back into the heaven of your warm mouth, you alternate your pace quickening then slowing to keep me off balance, my cock hot and pulsing in your mouth, the tip of my penis feeling fat against your tongue and tickling the back of your throat on your down stroke. As you begin to alter the amount of suction which you are gradually increasing as my hands reach down and grab your head my fingers roughly clawing at your hair and I begin to take control of your face forcing your head deeper into my crotch at first with your every down stroke, then more and more holding you face tight against me, my cock deep in your throat blocking your airway, at every release you gasp for air now but you always eagerly want more which you soon get. My cock hard and a little raw from the almost violent throat fucking your giving it begins to make me cry out, I want to cum the sharp rawness is getting in the way, you sensing the problem from the way I am now trying to slow up your throat action with my hands take matters into your hands. You lift up your hot chocolate and cup some of the thick frothy foam in the palm of our hand before gently layering the cool thick goo on the head of my cock, gently you flick out your flat tongue and you swipe it all off before giving my head the gentlest of kisses between your perfect teenage lips. I am so close to coming I have to intervene, coming on your face was not part of my plan as I was coming up the stairs. I pull away taking my cock that has never been sucked so well in its life (even though I know you can do better) and tell you I have bought a couple of surprises. I reach into the large paper bag and begin to reveal the contents to you. A large fat dog collar, a long chain dog leash, a dog bone and an old tie. You look at me still on your knees and I place the collar around our neck, I attach the leash and let the chain fall down between your breasts, you feel the chill of the cold metal against the side of your breast and nipple. "Beg" I say and obediently you raise your arms and hands up impersonation a puppy smiling as you do. I place the dog bone between your lips and you grip it in your teeth, it feels even saltier than the cock that was just between them especially after the chocolate foam. I then secure the tie around your head and slowly lower it over your eyes, you can only see tiny glimpse of light from the very bottom corner of your eyes now. "Stay" I tell you and you sense me walk towards you, I take your head and your short hair in my hands and clean my cock in your hair, leaving a bit of precum and your saliva wet in your hair. My hands reach down to your shoulders and I slide the shoulder straps off down your arms, your breasts burst out, so beautifully round and firm for their size I can't help but have my hand slowly open palmed slide down your front taking one fully and giving it a firm squeeze before my slides over to the other side cupping the other one taking its nipple between my fingers and toying with it. I watch in amazement as your nipple becomes hard and erect wondering if it is as sensitive as my cock was moments ago. "Walkies time" and you get on all fours and begin to crawl as I lead you round the room on the leash, occasionally I grab at your body suit dragging it further and further of your sweet tender teen body, exposing more of it the air. As we walk I spank your ass, you feel my hand cup and sting your ass cheeks. I walk you over to the balcony, you hear me open the double doors, as I do you become aware of the dull thud of the music coming from the club below our flat. You can hear the chatter of the small queue of people waiting to be allowed entry beneath us. I pull on the leash and you have to stand up, I push you forward and lean your body over the balcony, your amazing ass push's out as you try and get your balance, your breasts hanging free in the night air the people below still unaware of what is just feet above them. I slide my hand down your butt cheeks, pushing what's left of your body suit down and it drops to the floor, your amazingly cute pink pussy still hidden slightly by the cheeks which are now glistening in glow of the street lighting. I kick your legs apart and tighten my grip on the leash, pushing my arm into your back you have to lean as far forward as you can and eventually I see my prize your tight pussy hidden for so long now just visible, your pussy lips just peeking out from your butt cheeks and now I sink to me knees and bury my face between your arse cheeks. I give you great big wet lick from your anus right round, as soon as the warmth of my tongue leaves your skim you feel the cool night air on the wetness sending a strangle tingle from your ass to your pussy. I begin to let my tongue roam inside of you, I taste you wet and juicy and my head wants more, my tongue roaming form lip to lip darting in and out of you occasionally my whole mouth smothering your pussy before licking at your clit. You begin to moan and whimper as I eat and suck on your most sensitive area, as you begin to squirm you receive a firm tug on leash. "You can make as much noise as you want but you're not allowed to move" I instruct you. Before taking a hard bite of your perfect ass cheek in my mouth, you squeal out as much in pain as in pleasure. The dog bone that you had been holding on your mouth drops to the ground. It doesn't make much noise but the people queuing for the club below look up to see where it come from and they see your perfect breast dangling down towards them. "Bad puppy" I say still hidden from the view of the people below. And I begin to spank that ass of yours again, playfully at first but with every stroke the force increases, after two or three spanks the crowd below begin to her the slap my palm against your ass on every contact. Your cheeks begin to redden, your blood flowing to them, you feel them hot and tingly against the cooling night air, with every firm spank the sensation is multiplied and the crowd are beginning to get inquisitive as to what is going on up on the balcony above them. The increased blood flow isn't only going to your ass, your already wet pussy begins to swell a little more and I thrust my hand at it You fell my thumb go inside you and my fingers grab your mound, I reposition you firmly with my hand in your pussy almost lifting you up of your feet with my force and you moan out loudly across the street. Another tug on the collar by the leash and you feel my cock slide into you from behind. I slowly push into pushing your thighs tight up against the balcony, my legs from against the back of yours the hair of my crotch tingly against your fairly raw backside. And I begin, to grind up against you pushing your ass cheeks from side to side, puling tight on the leash so you have to arch your back and lift your head, for the first time you aware of the crowd starring up through what little vision you have through the blindfold and it excites you to know they are watching you naked being fucked in such an awfully slutty fashion by a man you hardly know. I begin to thrust into you, the pace of my thrust beginning to match the dull beat of the music emanating from the club below, with every forward thrust I pull bag on the chain gently throttling you, your moans and groans of pleasure getting louder as you begin to reach a climax The crowd below now cheering and taking pictures on their phones of you at my mercy the flashes of lights adding to the sensations your body is feeling the shouts of encouragement towards us turning you on more and more. Throughout the sound coming from below a bit of you still focuses on the sound of my cock rushing in and out of you, my sense of pacing now gone, I have desire to slow down or back off all my strength going into hammering your little pink pleasure pool of a pussy into submission Both of us now screaming the crowd below cheering, my forceful thrusts pudding you into the balcony railings, slowly we begin to ignore everything apart from heat of your silky skin, the friction of my cock inside of you, your ads cheeks separating more and more on my every forward thrust Then my legs lock, your begin to quiver and I know we are just about to come, I lean forward bite into your neck, both hands grab your full breasts squeezing them tightly between my fingers and palms and you come just as I pulse inside of you. The heat of my seamen flowing through you allowing you to release even more as we both roar into the night in an orgasmic fury We collapse back into the room to recover. It takes a while but eventually we do. Later that night when we check twitter we discover that our actions are now trending the pictures and videos of us fucking in public spreading over the globe making our idea of a private fuck session in an anonymous hotel redundant Everyone we know will have seen it; it's just as well put in a performance worthy of the fame. The Balcony Kristy looked out over the city of San Juan from the balcony of her resort hotel. The sun was setting to her left and ahead of her lie the old city. Out of place in the picture, but adding to the charm, was the cruise ship port with one brightly lit boat heading out into the Caribbean. San Juan was the epitome of old and new, undeveloped and contemporary, inactive and on the go. That's also how Kristy used to feel about conferences like the one this week. She loved the traveling part of her job, but she hated the tedium of conferences. They used to all blend together and all the attendees looked and acted the same. Then she took control. At the age of thirty and among the most attractive women at any conference she attended, the sexy, single blonde would have no problem finding company among the young and old corporate executives in attendance. However, she wasn't satisfied with just sitting at the bar waiting for offers. What she yearned for on trips like this was the impossible-to-find man of good looks, intrigue, wits and intelligence, who knew how to amuse her. Would she have sex with him? She didn't know the answer to that until knowing the man better. Kristy, like most adults, had sexual fantasies. Unlike most adults, she acted upon them. She made them happen and it took a special man to be the lucky recipient of her favors. Now, standing on her enclosed balcony on the first evening of the San Juan conference, she was ready to begin her quest. The sound of the sliding glass door opening and closing on the balcony next to hers was a good sign. Kristy heard a chair being pulled and what sounded like a glass being set on a table. She had noticed earlier that an opening of several inches between the balcony wall and the hotel room allowed a view onto her neighbor's balcony from just inside her sliding door. She quietly walked now to that spot and peered through. A man of about forty years of age sat at the table, looking out at the city and port. Every feature of his face attracted her at once. His perfectly groomed hair and crisp shirt signified success, or at least class, to her. Seldom was she so lucky to have a potential target right next door. And if he only turned his head a little, he could see her. She decided to give it a try. Kristy pulled a t-shirt and shorts out of her dresser, then returned to the spot allowing him to view her. She purposely slammed her sliding door shut to attempt to get him to look. The instant he began to turn his head, she pivoted so that he was looking at her silhouette. Kristy gave no sign of knowing he could see her. She tossed the new clothes on a nearby chair and extended her arms high above her head in an apparent yawn. She wore a short skirt which rode high up her legs when she stretched. Her blouse hugged her full breasts even after she let her arms fall back into place. Then Kristy began to unbutton the blouse, deliberately slowing the pace to about half of what she would normally do. She hadn't yet attempted to sneak a glance his way to see if her neighbor was watching. But she would. As soon as the last button was open, she slid the blouse off and tossed it aside. She made sure to turn in such a way that he had a couple different angles to view her breasts. Then she reached back to unhook the tiny bra. That was when she was able, out of the corner of her eye, to confirm that he was, indeed, observing every move she made. She held the bra in place while the straps fell down her arms. At the very last second, she turned her back to him and let the bra drop to the floor. She took a few seconds to run her hands over her tits, making it obvious she was massaging them. Then Kristy unzipped her skirt. That, too, fell out of view. She pulled up on her bikini style panties, giving an extra little tug to expose a bit more of her ass cheeks. Then she leisurely put on the t-shirt and shorts before walking away from the door, into the center of the room out of his sight. She smiled and wondered when they would meet again. The following day started with the usual hodge-podge of convention seminars, none of which were going to make Kristy an industry giant. But she was obligated to attend some before the afternoon pool break and chose one that sounded the least tedious. It was packed, which was a good sign. But about fifteen minutes into it she began to question her seminar selection skills. Kristy started to look around the room. At the same time, she felt an eerie presence of eyes staring back at her. She looked over her shoulder and he was there. The man from the balcony was behind her and one seat over. The moment he had her attention, he mouthed the word 'Lunch?' Kristy tried not to let her delight show. She grinned shyly and nodded. The moment the seminar ended, they met in a back corner of the room. "Is noon, OK?" he asked. "Sure. Where?" "The entrance to Choices Restaurant, right outside of the convention center." Kristy nodded. "Yeah. I know where it is." He caught her stealing a glance at his name badge. "I'm Doug." "Hi. I'm Kristy. I don't think we've met." He grinned sheepishly and her attraction to him grew stronger by the second. Doug said, "We're neighbors." "Really? At the hotel?" she said with totally believable astonishment. "Yeah. That's a great view from the balcony, isn't it?" he asked, assuming she didn't catch the irony of the question. "Yes. I think I'm going to like it." "Me, too," he assured her. "So, Choices at noon?" "Sure. I'll be there." The next hour couldn't go fast enough for her. This was a guy she seemingly could have fun with. But Kristy had gone through this before on trips and she knew that one meal always told her what she needed to know. He passed the good-looking test, however. His tan was clearly natural and she wondered what he looked like in less formal attire. But if his ass was any indication.... Kristy spent the five minutes prior to noon in a ladies room checking her makeup and hair. She wasn't one for bright lipstick or eyeliner, but she knew how to do great things with just the right touches in the right places. Her natural beauty would do the rest. Soon, she was at the restaurant, being ushered to a table along with her new companion. The conversation never once turned to the previous evening. Doug wanted to know everything about Kristy and her job and she did the same with him. Doug learned that Kristy was a star soccer player in college. She learned he played guitar in a garage band in high school and still played in a Rolling Stones cover band. He admitted to never having lifted a weight, but finished a half marathon once. She admitted to trying weed once. They laughed a lot and missed their one o'clock seminars. After the bill was amiably picked up by Doug, he asked, "Are you going back for more riveting lectures?" Kristy shook her head. "I've had my fill for today. I think it's pool time for me. How about you?" "I'm not sure. I might just go to the room for a bit and then head into old San Juan for the evening," he said. "If you decide to do the pool, either look for me...or...knock on my door to see if I'm still up there," Kristy said in the form of an invitation she rarely made this early at a conference. "OK," was his only reply. Back in her room, Kristy changed into her bathing suit, a one piece affair that she felt much more comfortable in at a conference than her normal vacation bikini. She was, after all, supposed to be a professional working woman. In public, she would act like it. She neither expected nor heard Doug's knock on the door, so she headed for the pool. To her surprise and delight, he grabbed the lounge chair next to her fifteen minutes later. Her wish of seeing him in less formal attire was more than granted by the fact Doug wore a boxer-style pair of trunks and no shirt. He was well toned for his age, and for a man who claimed to have never lifted weights. Apparently guitar playing was good exercise, she thought to herself. They spent an hour talking, with Kristy being the only one to enter the water and that was only to cool down. Doug never took his eyes off her the entire time and that did not go unnoticed by her. As soon as she was dry again, she said, "Well, I'm heading back. Are you staying?" "Can I walk up with you?" "Of course." As they approached their rooms, Kristy debated with herself. 'Do I let him go?' 'Do I invite him in?' "When are you going out again?" she finally asked. "A few hours yet. Whenever I'm hungry," he said with a grin. Her mind was made up. "Want to come in?" "Sure," he said calmly. They laid their towels down and Kristy offered a drink, which Doug refused. She suggested they sit on the balcony and he accepted. Their small talk was friendly, if not all that interesting. Doug was almost getting used to seeing the beautiful woman in her bathing suit, with her full breasts barely contained at the top and her smooth thighs flowing below the high cut at the bottom. But he still stared occasionally and she sensed his eyes at times. She finished a soda and excused herself to get another. Doug moved inside and sat in a chair opposite the couch, where Kristy seated herself and put her glass on a table. She let her eyes moved from his crotch to his face. "Excuse my straightforwardness, Doug, but do you have fantasies?" A younger man would have lost his chance with Kristy at that point. Doug surveyed the woman, quickly calculated the situation, and replied, "At this very moment?" Kristy giggled, looked at him with approval, and said, "Not necessarily. In general." Doug was barely grinning, but she saw the confidence on his face. They were both enjoying the game. "Yes. Of course. We all do," he said. "I often think about watching a beautiful woman undress." If that was his clue to her that she was seen the evening before, she got the hint and it excited her to no end. "And then what?" she asked. He paused, crossed his legs, and said, "And then watching her masturbate." She rested one hand on the top of her right leg. The other hand casually brushed past the bottom of her breasts. Then the hand on her leg moved onto her thigh and up to the edge of her suit. "Should I? Now?" she asked in a near whisper. Her fingers lightly touched her pussy, on top of the suit. "That would be nice, Kristy," Doug replied. She stood and faced him. Kristy took hold of both straps of her bathing suit and very slowly pulled them off her shoulders. She revealed her breasts in tantalizing pieces, inch by inch, until the top of her suit hung at her waist. Just as slowly, she pulled the suit down and stepped out of it, remaining on her feet for Doug to view her nakedness. Her tits were perfection. Her waist and hips curved magnificently. Her pussy was neatly shaven with a patch of light hair above the clit. "Turn, please," Doug requested. He had seen the ass before, but not this close and not completely bare. It was better than he imagined. Kristy sat again and placed her hand on her pussy. She leaned back. Not wanting him to see the trembling of her hand, she began to massage her pussy in long, slow strokes. That's when she first noticed the bulge in his bathing suit. "Take it out, Doug. But don't touch it after that," Kristy said. "Just watch." Her pulse quickened when he lowered his trunks and released the already sizable cock. Kristy found her clit and rubbed it harder, unable to take her eyes off his erection. Doug's eyes were in constant motion with Kristy's hands working over her tits and pussy simultaneously. Soon, he was rock hard and the cock throbbed from the need for attention. Kristy masturbated more urgently, spreading her legs farther and slightly bending her knees. She clutched at her tits and pulled on the nipples, moaning louder as the minutes passed. Doug watched her insert a finger into her soaking wet pussy and then use it to stroke her clit some more. Her body shook as she got closer and she thought of the previous time he watched her. This time he would see, and hear, her climax. A drop of precum leaked from his cock and Kristy smiled to herself. She whimpered as her orgasm came nearer and Doug's own breathing accelerated. Kristy tilted her head back, stabbed at her clit a few more times, and cried out, "Oh God. Yes! Yes!" Doug watched her body writhe on the couch. Her hips thrust forward to meet her hand and she massaged the clit harder. Over and over she voiced her ecstasy while inserting a couple fingers inside her pussy, only to return to her clit and cum again. Several times he had to stop himself from grabbing his cock, wanting desperately to let her act out whatever fantasy she, herself, was having. In the end, Kristy slumped back and caught her breath, not opening her eyes for more than a minute. Finally, she looked across at Doug and his harder than ever erection. "Thank you," she wheezed. "Thank you for just watching." "My pleasure." She looked at him with growing desire. "If you'll have me, I'd like to go to dinner with you." "And we can discuss your fantasies," he said with a smile. "We can do that. I owe you at least that." Old San Juan is the historic center of the city and the main tourist area on that part of the island. With the convention center and surrounding hotels within a five minute cab ride, the district buzzes nearly every night. Colorful, narrow streets fan out in all directions with water a short distance away on three sides. Restaurants are plentiful, but inconsistent. Fortunately for Kristy, Doug had done his homework online before arriving for the conference. His recommendation was accepted by her without question. She wore a sleeveless, form fitting dress that stopped well short of her knees. The plunging neckline certainly met with Doug's approval, along with every male they passed on the way to the café. The talk was a little more centered around the conference and their jobs this time. It wasn't until dessert that the discussion became more personal. Kristy leaned forward after the waiter left at one point and said, "So, you haven't asked about my fantasies yet." "You know I would have," Doug admitted. "I'm all ears." "First of all," she said. "Was this afternoon as good as you hoped for?" He grinned. "Absolutely. Couldn't you tell?" She blushed. Doug continued, "I loved every second of it. But I fought back every urge I had." "To do what?" Kristy asked. Now Doug leaned forward and said quietly, "To fuck the hell out of you." Kristy nearly choked, putting her napkin up to her mouth, partially to cover her laugh. "I see," she finally was able to say. "You looked...ready. Which brings us back to my fantasies." She paused to make sure she had his attention, which was unnecessary. "I think I'd like to repay you," she said in hushed tones. "But not in the room. That's so...ordinary. I've always wanted to do it in public. Or, at least, somewhere where the possibility of being caught exists. That would be so cool, don't you think?" "I'd show you what I think," Doug told her, looking down at his crotch. "But I'd be arrested." She giggled and shook her head. "Not here." "I'm sure old San Juan had lots of nooks and crannies we can discover," he said. Kristy playfully used her spoon to hint at her objective. This time it was Doug who stifled the laugh. They were only out of the restaurant for five minutes, having walked down a fairly uncrowded street in their quest, when Kristy took hold of Doug's arm, pointed to the door of what appeared to be a narrow, tall apartment building, and said, "There!" "If this gets us arrested, I'll never talk to you again," Doug said as they advanced. "You don't even know me," Kristy countered. She turned the old, rickety doorknob and, somewhat to her surprise, the door flung open. They both stared into the shadows and saw the steep set of stairs leading upwards. There was hardly room for two people to stand at the bottom of the stairs. "Perfect," Kristy uttered, pulling Doug in behind her. Once the door was closed, she pushed him against the wall and commenced a long, hard, passionate kiss. Doug's hands were all over Kristy's dress, spending extra time on her ass and chest. Kristy managed to grab one of his wrists and she guided his hand onto her tit. Doug did the rest, exploring inside the dress while Kristy rubbed his crotch, thrilled at the quickness of his budding erection. Then she frantically pulled down his zipper and sought out his cock. It was outside his pants in a matter of seconds and she was stooping down to meet it. She would have preferred to spend an hour indulging it with attention, but they might only have minutes. So, she licked the underside of the thick shaft two times, kissed the tip once, and put it between her lips. Doug sighed loudly as she lowered her head onto him, taking the entire length into her mouth. Kristy's tongue worked its magic and her lips applied more and more pressure the faster she bobbed her head up and down. Doug held her head, playing with her thick blonde hair as the blowjob continued. Outside, the sounds of passing tourists on foot and in cars were undeniable. In the tiny space they occupied, only the sounds of Kristy's mouth and Doug's moans were added to the mix. Nobody wanted the session to last longer than Doug. But the excitement of the circumstances and Kristy's skills had him close right away. It seemed like they had just started when he felt the pending explosion. "Jesus, Kristy. That's so good. Yes! Just like that," he murmured. She never took a breath or slowed the pace. Doug held her face closer. He felt the orgasm building. "Yes! Yesssss! Oh my God, Kristy...." He grunted noisily and Kristy took a long blast of his cum into her mouth. She tried to swallow, but another shot combined with the first. Then another. A stream of cum flowed out the side of her mouth and Doug's orgasm continued, resulting in his cock being covered in his sweet juices and Kristy's face containing what she couldn't swallow. When he was done, she wiped her face with a couple of fingers. After she was standing once more, Doug clean off the top of one tit with his own hand, letting her lick the finger clean while he put away his cock with the other hand. "Damn, that was fantastic," he told her, followed by a kiss. Just then, the sound of a door opening far above them caused them to run out onto the sidewalk and slam the door behind them, laughing the entire time. They parted that night outside their hotel rooms, knowing that it was only a matter of time before they shared a bed. Doug wondered, appropriately, how it would happen. Something made him suspect it would not be routine. Not with Kristy. The next morning they met again in the corner of a lounge inside the convention center, as isolated from the crowds as it was possible to get. They drank coffee and discussed their plans for the day ahead. "I've got a potential client I have to pin down today, if I can," Doug was saying. "He wants our software, but is leery of the cost because of the size of his firm. I can't convince him we'll work with him on it." "How much are we talking about?" "I want two hundred twenty five thousand. He wants one hundred seventy five," Doug said. "Would you take two hundred thousand?" Doug grimaced, but admitted, "Yeah. I could live with that." "Can I help?" Kristy queried, sipping her coffee and looking at Doug over the cup. He looked back at her with questioning eyes. "If you persuaded him to accept anything from two hundred thousand and up, I'd owe you big time." "I can be very persuasive," Kristy said dryly. "Did you ever think you'd get blown in an entrance to a San Juan apartment building?" The Balcony "No." Kristy just shrugged. "I'll get this guy to BEG you to let him buy your software. Set it up. Tell me where to be and when. Make it someplace where we can...negotiate." He grinned and nodded, then asked her, "Do you give massages?" Kristy replied, "Not professionally." "I've got an idea. I'll let you know." The resort where they were staying had a spa, a portion of which could be reserved for groups. Doug was delighted to hear that it was available for that afternoon. For a reasonable fee, the package included a private changing room, massage room, sauna and shower. The spa staff was a little taken aback when he said he wouldn't need a masseuse, but as long as he paid, he could do whatever he wanted. Doug invited the client first, who quickly agreed, much to Doug's relief. Then he tracked down Kristy, gave her the details, and his plan. "We've got it from two until four," Doug explained. "I'm bringing Jim over at two fifteen. That gives you time to get there and change into one of their robes. Does that work?" "Yep. I'll be ready," Kristy assured him. "And you'll be with us?" "Yes. We can begin negotiations, as you so well put it, during the massage. If it carries over into the sauna or shower, so be it." Kristy acknowledged the arrangements and was already plotting her strategy. Now THIS was a challenge she could get into. She arrived at the spa at exactly two o'clock. Without delay, the staff showed her to the private section Doug had reserved. Following a two minute introduction to the facilities, they left Kristy by herself. She quickly changed into a fluffy, white, and very short robe with nothing else on. She adjusted the belt in front so that it was just the right tautness to keep the robe closed but still show a considerable amount of cleavage. She went into the massage room and made sure she knew where the oils were. Then she was ready. Of course, she had no clue what the client, Jim, looked like. She was concerned that Doug never said she would enjoy her time with him. But she never asked, either. So it was going to be a surprise one way or the other. And she was pleasantly surprised. Doug and Jim walked in five minutes later. Jim was about Doug's age, not quite as well built, but not at all bad. Jim came across as a little more business-like than Doug ever had, but perhaps she could 'loosen him up' a bit. They exchanged introductions and polite conversation for only a moment. Then the two men went in to change into their robes. What Kristy didn't get to hear was Jim's unconditional approval of Doug's taste in women. Soon, all three were in the massage room. "I think our guest should go first, Kristy," Doug said. "Good. Just climb on the table, Jim, and rest on your stomach," Kristy told him. "Just relax. I'll do all the work." Jim watched her spread oil on both hands and rub it in. Then she moved down to his legs and began at his right ankle, distributing the oil as equally as possible around his lower leg. Little by little she moved up to his knee. Doug took a seat behind Kristy and watched her work. When she began massaging above his knee, she asked Jim, "Are you and Doug working on any deals?" Jim said, "Perhaps. We've been discussing one of his software packages. It would be a major investment for us." Kristy was pushing Jim's robe higher to get to the upper portion of the back of his leg. Her hands glided over the skin and she was unsure exactly how much pressure she was supposed to apply. She kneaded small sections of the leg at a time, trying to be a little more sensual than therapeutic. She stopped well short of his ass, not wanting to scare him...yet. "I'm certainly no software guru," Kristy said in her most feminine voice. "How much would it be?" Jim chuckled as Kristy moved to the other leg. "Well, that seems to be the issue. We're about fifty thousand dollars apart right now." "Oh," Kristy said while working her way up the left leg. There was silence in the room until she had pushed the robe up on that side and spread oil at approximately the same level as on the other leg. Then she stepped around to the head of the table, standing directly in front of Jim's face. She reached down and pushed the robe off his shoulders. Kristy took more oil and began a massage of one shoulder and upper arm, with her stomach just inches from his face. If Jim looked up—which she could tell if he did or not—he would have a tantalizing view inside her robe. Kristy snuck a peek at Doug, who grinned widely and nodded. "Sometimes I don't understand big business," Kristy said, working now on the other shoulder. "Squabbling over a few thousand dollars when y'all make millions and billions doesn't make sense." "It's how we stay in business, right Doug?" Jim said "We try to," Jim replied. Kristy moved to Jim's side once more and said, "Lean up a little, please. I need to lower this robe." Jim obeyed and Kristy pulled the top of the robe down until it bunched up just inches above his ass. With Jim's back entirely exposed, she began a more intensive massage and Jim expressed his delight more than once. This went on without discussion for another five minutes or so. When Jim's back was soaked in oil and the muscles rubbed down, Kristy said, "OK. Roll over." Jim did the best he could to hold the robe in place around his waist as he turned. He reached down and made sure his crotch was covered at the end of the move. Kristy handed him an extra pillow for under his head, and Jim appreciated the much better view he had of her now. She moved once more to his legs. She was deliberate in her massage of his right calf and thigh. She went even slower when she reached the bottom of his robe, which brought her almost to his balls. "So, you're about fifty thousand dollars apart," Kristy said softly. "Which means a compromise is within reach?" Her right hand was on the inside of his thigh, under the robe and gradually inching higher. She felt the top of her hand make contact with his ball and Jim twitched. "That's to be seen," Jim said in a noncommittal tone. Kristy's hand stopped in its place. "You can't go any higher?" Both men immediately thought of the double meaning of her question. Kristy leaned forward just a bit, looking down on Jim and exposing another inch of her breasts. "It's possible," Jim said. Kristy smiled. Her hand continued its trek up his leg, slipping past his crotch without ever making full contact. A hint of his thickening cock was evident for the first time. When the tease was over, she withdrew the hand and put it on top of Jim's robe, again just beside his cock. "We're only talking twenty five thousand, Jim, to meet half way," she said. Before he could speak, Kristy was untying Jim's robe. She was delicate in her movements and almost timid in the manner in which she finally spread the robe apart to reveal his cock. He watched her spread more oil on her palms. Kristy never took her eyes off his cock. "That's not a lot, is it?" she asked him as she reached down with both hands, one resting on his cock and the other his balls. She held them so loosely Jim hardly knew the hands were there. Then the force increased and he gasped as she gripped the cock and scrotum. She didn't do much else, just let him feel it. As the men watched, Kristy untied her own robe. It fell open and her breasts and pussy came into view, depending on where you were sitting. Jim got the full view. "Touch me, Jim." He was quick to reach up with one hand and fondle a breast. As he played with it longer, Kristy spread Jim's robe farther apart. When he put a hand on her pussy, Kristy said, "Lift your ass off the table." He did and she pulled his robe completely out of the way and tossed it aside. Then she took the bottle of oil and dripped a few drops directly on his cock. His hand was back on her tit and hers was on his growing erection. Kristy began a measured, scintillating massage of the cock with both hands sliding up and down the shaft. Jim moaned and clutched her tit more tightly. She alternated the strokes of the cock with her hands, one after the other sliding up the entire length, pausing at the top to squeeze harder. Each tug seemed to add length and thickness until she could feel the veins in the side throbbing against her greasy palms. "I think we could pay one hundred eighty thousand," Jim announced. Kristy looked at Doug, who shook his head. "Not good enough," Doug answered. Kristy leaned over and kissed the rigid cock. She let her tongue replace her hands for a moment and licked him a couple times, and then placed her lips around him, but never took him in her mouth. "Hmmmm," she murmured to Jim. "You're going to have to do better, I guess." She licked him some more. "One hundred ninety thousand." Kristy didn't even look at Doug. She raised the cock, kissed the tip, and then lowered her head until it hit the back of her throat. Jim was gripping her breasts, pulling on the nipples until she moaned out loud. She sucked him harder and faster and drop of precum landed on her tongue. She backed away. Kristy coolly stripped off her robe and climbed onto the table, between Jim's legs. She bent forward and let one of her tits loom above his mouth. He lifted his head and sucked on it eagerly. After giving him a minute of pleasure, Kristy crawled down to his cock and continued her blowjob. Jim gripped the sides of the table with both hands and felt his orgasm approaching. At that instant, Kristy lifted her head and said, "Let's round it off to two hundred thousand." Jim was in agony. His cock twitched uncontrollably. He practically screamed, "OK. OK." Kristy glanced at Doug. He nodded. "It's a deal," she confirmed. She crawled off the table and Jim was about to protest, but she leaned over him once more and started to suck his cock. Her intent was quickly picked up by Doug, who saw her spread her legs and expose her pussy. Doug took off his robe, rubbed his hard cock one time, and walked behind Kristy. He took her by the hips and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. It was soaking wet and he was rock hard. This would be easy. Her muffled groan was heard by each man as Doug thrust himself into her. He held a tit in each hand as Jim cheerfully watched and came closer and closer to cumming. "Kristy. Kristy! I'm...I'm almost...of fuck. Yes!" She never slowed down or lifted her head. Jim began to pour cum into her mouth with explosive force and loud moans. She sucked harder. He came some more. And Doug just watched and fucked her. Kristy almost gagged one time, but managed to swallow load after load and drained the willing client of every drop. Only then could she concentrate on Doug and her pussy. She reached down and rubbed her clit. Jim kneaded her tit. It wouldn't take long and she worried about Doug. There was no need. He was waiting for Kristy. They heard each other getting closer and urged each other on. Doug soon felt Kristy's body quivering and she felt his legs slamming against her ass with more vigor. The slaps echoed in the room. Then she came...in waves. Kristy pounded the table in an attempt not to howl with pleasure and bring in the spa staff. Each time Jim rolled a nipple between his fingers she came some more. Doug held out as long as he could and was thankful to see Kristy practically collapse on the table after the prolonged climax. That's when he pulled out, masturbated right above her ass, and deposited stream after stream of cum on her beautiful ass and back. Jim rubbed Kristy's ass the same way she had treated his body with oil, but it was Doug's cum that glistened on her skin now. "I'd say those negotiations went smoothly," Jim said as Kristy and Doug fell back from the table. "Give me a couple minutes and we'll celebrate in the sauna and shower," Kristy responded with a smile. The Balcony It was a beautiful night. I was standing on my hotel balcony looking out over the beach. I could hear the music coming from a lounge across the street. It had a nice beat as it drifted across the sounds of the waves. It has been a beautiful day. Bob and I were vacationing in Key West. Bob and I "date". Well. Not really. I don't think Bob dates anyone. We met at a conference a few years ago. He was one of the keynote speakers. He is the type of person who holds a room and an individual with everything he says. Add that to 6'2" 195 and piercing grey eyes, he is hard to resist. Whenever Bob is in town he calls me. It may sound awful, but when he calls I pretty much drop everything and run. When we go out he makes me feel very special. We do go on trips together. When we are together he is the most attentive person you could ever be with. Traveling with him is easy. I am not in love with him but, when he wants to fuck, I am there. Yes I say fuck. It's not making love. Seriously, we fuck. I used to say we were fuck buddies, buts it's not just that. When he fucks me I would do anything for him and I do mean anything. We spent the day exploring shops, wandering around the beach, holding hands, and generally enjoying where we were in each other. These vacations are great for me. Bob plans everything. My job is to relax and have a good time. He knows what I like and I trust him completely. It was one of those fun days. Bob, even though I am in my 40s, convinced me to wear one of my shorter dresses. I don't mind, I like wearing dresses. He loves seeing me in a summer dress and I like the way he looks at me when I wear them. I have always been the type of girl who wears dresses. I also like to wear pretty underwear. I usually wear matching panties and bra. Often a cute thong, especially when out with Bob. He likes them and I like knowing he's thinking about them all day. I think the dress was maybe 2 inches below my butt if that. I really didn't realize how short it was until a gust of wind blew up. Bob just laughed. I am not beautiful. I mean I have a pretty face. People think I look much younger than I am and often compliment me on my long dark hair and my legs but I am 5'2 and about 20 pounds heavier than I want to be. I still get checked out though. Bob enjoys pointing it out when it happens. After our day at the beach we came back to the hotel. We were just going to spend the night inside. We usually go out dancing. This time we had fun all day and planned a quiet night just ourselves. We had dinner at the hotel. Beautiful outside patio where you can hear the ocean and smell of the summer night. In my short dress I was having trouble keeping decent in my chair. Bob was enjoying this. He kept on pointing out the guys that were looking. He is not the jealous type and he knows that it turns me on to be looked at, so he pushes it. After dinner we went to the lounge for a drink. There were a few people there. It seems there was a convention of some sort starting tomorrow. We sat at the bar and chatted. Two men walked up behind us and ordered some drinks from the bar. Bob being the shy person he is started talking to them. They were in their early 30s and were there for the convention. They were both single and had just flown in that day. I have to admit even I saw the guys checking me out. I was enjoying it. I have a bit of a show off streak, especially after a few drinks. It was fun, flirty, and exciting. It was obvious they both probably thought I was pretty. They were checking out my face and my hair as much as anything else. Every once in a while I would see their eyes slipping to my cleavage or my legs. I don't have much cleavage but a push-up bra does wonders. I have to admit all the attention put me in a flirtatious mood. I may have leaned in a bit too much, touched their arms and legs when I laughed at their jokes, and shifted around on my stool showing as much leg as possible. All this fun was getting me a bit horny and excited. We had two rounds of drinks chatting with the young men and then went up to our room. In the elevator Bob grabbed me and kissed me. As he did my dress slid up and half my ass was showing. He whispered in my ear, "You seemed to enjoy that. Too bad your little friends are not here now to see your cute ass." He was not chastising me, more teasing me. I said it was fun, and that I bet he'd like that. He just kissed me again. Bob had bought us some champagne and grapes and we brought it out to the balcony to enjoy. As we were standing on the balcony we heard a noise on the balcony on our right. The two young men came out on their balcony and sat down with a couple of beers. We saw each other at the same time and both said hi. At the time I was standing leaning a little over the balcony rail. I had my arms on the balcony and was not really paying attention. We made small talk, and again it was obvious I was being checked out. I went to get a refill of champagne. As I did Bob made me bend over so he could whisper something in my ear. He told me that when I leaned over the balcony about 2 inches of my butt showed and that, as I was leaning over to listen to him, even more was showing. I stood quickly and smoothed and out my dress. Bob said fairly loudly, "Don't do that, you'll spoil the view." I could see the guys on the other balcony looking at me. I was embarrassed but I was also a little turned on. I may have also had a bit too much champagne. Whatever the reason, I went back to the balcony and put my arms back up on it. I was feeling flirty, enjoying the attention, and knew what I was doing. I may even have stretched a bit extra to make my dress slide up a bit more. Bob commented on what a great ass I have. This time it was clear he was saying it loud enough for the guys next to us to hear. He then turned to them and said, "Don't you think so?" I turned to him and said, "Don't you embarrass those poor young men!". They replied they were not embarrassed, that they were thinking the same thing, and that they did not think I was much older than them. Bob told them they had good taste and said to me, "I told you so. You are much prettier than you ever think you are." The men both agreed. We continued our chatting with them, it was fun, jovial, and and flirty. I casually positioned myself back at the rail, where everyone could get a view. I was enjoying the attention. After a little conversation, Bob brought the conversation back to my ass. He actually said to the guys, "Isn't it great sitting here in the beautiful night sky, listening to the ocean and staring at that beautiful ass." I could not believe it. He knows I like attention, but this was far past anything he'd ever said to someone else. The guys laughingly agreed. I was feeling very special. One of the guys obviously got bold and said, "Pity we can't see more of it." Bob laughed and said to me, "Yeah, why is that?" I was shocked. I mean, I knew he liked guys looking at me but this was very up close and personal. On the other hand it was very exciting. On impulse I reach down, pulled my dress up above my ass, and said, "Is that better." Bob said, "That's perfect." The two guys both said that it improved the view 100%. I laughed, wiggled my butt, and let the dress drop back in place. All to the sound of the men complaining. Bob then said instead of yelling across the balcony why don't you guys come over here and join us. My heart did a flip-flop. After all, these guys have been checking out my ass and commenting on it. Now they were going to be right near me. They grabbed a couple beers and came over and sat down. I obviously had too much to drink and went back to my balcony railing. I knew full well my dress was too short at that point but I was having fun being noticed. I figured that was the end of it, harmless fun. Bob then said, "Not only does it look that good but you will not believe how firm it is." I could not believe he said that. I turned, looked at him, and said I didn't think our guests wanted to spend the whole night discussing my ass. Our guests immediately contradicted me. They said they could not think of a more perfect topic for an evening like this. Bob then said, "I know how we can improve the view." One of the guys said he thought it was pretty good now. Bob said to trust him. It got better. Now, again, Bob knows I like to be admired. I know he likes it too. We have had some very exciting pillow talk about it. Often leading to amazing orgasms. Bob said, "Why don't you show them the red dress?" I tried to think of which red dress he could be talking about. Then I realized he was talking about something I wear as a beach wrap. It barely covers half my ass. It's a halter style and with light behind it fairly see through. The suggestion immediately got me a little wet. I mean, I would really be on display. "I would think the guys had better things to do than to watch me try on clothes," I said. Both guys jumped right in and said they could think of nothing they'd rather do. Bob said, "See! Go try it on." I looked at him. I have a bit of a submissive streak and he knew it. Between, being checked out and now being told to show off more, I was getting very horny. I went inside and grabbed the dress. I stood with my back to the balcony. I pulled my dress up over my head. The thought crossed my mind that everyone was watching me. That just excited me more. I stood there for a minute in my bra and thong. I then, for fun said, "Are you all enjoying the view?" I got a chorus of yes. I turned my head to look at them, smiled, shook my ass and said, "Good, I'm glad." I realized that the halter style would not go with the bra I was wearing, so I reached behind me and took off my bra. "Still good?" I asked, With the comments of approval I stretched my arms over my head and said "Happy.to oblige." I pulled the red dress on. It barely covered half my ass. My dark blue lacy thong showed under it and thru the material. You could easily see my nipples and at this point they were very hard. If my thong had not been dark blue, they probably would have seen how wet I was. I walked back out to the balcony and said, "Is this better?" The guys assured me it was. One then said to Bob, "You're right, it does look like she has a firm ass." Bob pulled me to him, squeezed it and said it was great. Next what he did shocked me. I mean, so far we had been pushing our limits, but it was all really harmless flirting. Now he turned me so my ass was facing the guys. Pulled me down and kissed me. I was bent over his chair, my ass and pussy only covered by the thong were on full display. He said, "See for yourself." I hesitated and started to stand up. He held me where I was and kissed me. I felt 2 hands reach out and stroke my ass. I was always sexual. I had lovers before Bob. Even a few one night stands. This was definitely new territory. Two total strangers were caressing my ass with Bob there making it happen. Both guys started saying how great my ass was. I felt like I was on a wild carnival ride. I started to really get into it. These guys were both not sure what was happening. Neither was I but I was going to enjoy it. I figured when it went far enough, Bob would send the guys home and fuck me, and dammit, I really wanted to be fucked. I stood up and pushed my ass back at them and asked if they really liked it. They assured me they did. I asked why they had stopped touching it if they liked it so much. I looked Bob in the eye. The hands again grabbed my ass. Bob smiled at me and blew me a kiss. He then asked the guys if the view was perfect. They said yes, but Bob said, "Really?" Then to me he said, "Show them how it could be better." I knew what he wanted. He had whispered scenarios like this to me in bed. He knew they made me cum. I stood up and put my thumbs in the sides of my thong. I was feeling playful. I asked the guys if they still thought the view was perfect. They got the idea and said almost perfect. With that I lowered my thong part way down my ass. I then stopped. I said to Bob, "if you want them to see my pussy, you show it to them." He reached over, pulled them off me, pulled me down and kissed me. As he did he said, "Spread those legs a bit." I bent over, widened my stance, and kissed Bob knowing my ass and pussy were on complete display. Then Bob said, "Is that how you show your admirers your appreciation?" Again, that twinge in my pussy. He and I had played this game, but now it was real. I said he was right. Turned towards the guys and leaned over to kiss one. As I did, my top fell loose and my tits were on display. As I kissed him, I could see the other one staring at my tits. I looked at him and smiled, "Like the view?" I said. He said yes, and I leaned over to kiss him. My ass and pussy were practically in the first guys face. As I was kissing the second guy I looked over my shoulder and said, "You don't enjoy my ass anymore?" He immediately grabbed it pulled it towards him and kissed it. I wiggled it in his face as I made out with his buddy. Bob then stood up. I thought, oh great, he is sending them on their way and we are going to fuck. I was ready to tackle him, throw him on the bed, and ride him like he had never been ridden but he looked at me and said, "Is that how a tease shows her appreciation?" He said tease. I was fairly thankful, because generally when in bed with me he says slut. I love being called a slut. If he calls me a slut, it allows me to be one. I asked the guys if they felt appreciated and they said yes. Bob said, "That's not what I taught you." I knew what he meant. I was excited, shocked, nervous, and a million other things. I looked at him he nodded. Just a nod. I knew what that nod meant. Not just for now, but where the night was going. I stood up in front of the guys, looked at Bob, said, "No, no it's not", and got on my knees. As I reached for the first guys zipper, he pulled back and looked at Bob. Bob said, "Relax, she's good at this." I had a sense of pride that Bob was telling this guy I was good at sucking cock. I wanted to prove him right. I wanted to show him that I can be the slut he always teases me about. I undid his zipper and took his cock out. It felt strange. I am holding a cock and people are watching. It was average. Bob is bigger and thicker than average, so it looked small to me. I slowly lowered my head on it. I tasted the pre cum at the tip. I always loved the taste and feeling of cum. I love it everywhere, on my face, in my mouth, on my skin, in my pussy, in my ass. I just love it. I was enjoying his. I am pretty sure I made a purring sound. I started to seriously work at it. If Bob said I was good, I wanted to be good. Bob asked the guy if it was the best he had had. He answered yes. Bob said, "My little cumslut is a great cocksucker". If I did not cum, I was close, those words completely let me lose. Now everyone knew what I was. I reached over to his friend and tried to open his pants with his buddies cock in my mouth. He got the message, helped me, and pulled out his cock. Again, nothing amazing, but still quite nice. I stroked it while I sucked his buddy. I then took my mouth off his buddy. Smiled at him and said, "Your turn." I switched cocks and was now still sucking and stroking 2 cocks. Just the opposite ones. I was so fucking turned on. This was always part of our bedroom play, but this was real and 100 times hotter. I knew I was going to get well fucked. All the different combinations were going through my mind. I stood up fluffed my hair stretched so my breasts stuck out and said I was going inside. I stepped through the door. No one moved. I looked at them and said, "Well?" It was fun to watch them scramble. I pushed the two guys down so they were seated at the end of the bed. I stood in front of them and pulled the red dress off over my head. Both of them were sitting there, cocks straight up, clothes still on, with looks of anticipation. I got on my knees and started alternating between them. I was loving it. 2 cocks, all for me. I even forgot Bob had one too. That would have been 3. I was already creaming. Just then, one of the guys reached down and grabbed my tit. It's not usual, but sometimes I come when touched like that. Wham, my first orgasm hit me. Bob saw it and said, "What was that?" He knew damn well what it was. I meekly answered, "I just came." Bob was having fun. He knew what words turned me on. He said, "What kind of girls cums while sucking on 2 strangers cocks?" I said, "A slut." He said, "What?" Louder I said, "A cocksucking slut" and immediately came again. I went back to the task at hand. I wanted to make these guys cum. I wanted to show Bob that I was his slut, the best slut, and the best cocksucker. Bob grabbed my hair. Not hard, but the way I liked it. He pulled me to my feet. He said, "Give these guys a chance to get their clothes off. You can play with your pussy while they do." My hand dived into my pussy, fingers deep inside me, while I watched them undress. Anticipation was driving me crazy. Another orgasm on my fingers. I immediately offered them to Bob. He sucked them dry and said that I was his good little slut. By this time the guys were undressed. I told them I wanted one in my mouth and someone eating my pussy. Bob cleared his throat. I corrected myself. I said, "I want one of you to eat my slutty little cunt." I laid on the bed. One guy immediately started eating me. He'd obviously done that before. The other waved his cock in front of my face. I grabbed it and started sucking it. As soon as I had my mouth around it, I felt the tongue on my clit and I went off again. I was on fire. I looked at Bob again. He smiled at me. All I wanted to do was make these guys jealous they were not Bob. I pumped the cock in my mouth until he was about to cum. He started to pull out. I let him and said, "I love cum. I love it on my face, my body, my tits, my ass, and in my cunt, and mouth. Give me all the cum you want." He exploded. I got 1/2 in my mouth, the rest on my face, tits, and belly. It felt amazing on my skin. I loved the taste. Again, I was hit with a wave of pleasure. I started scooping it up with my fingers and licking them off. To no one in particular I said, "I need to get fucked." The guy eating my pussy was glad to oblige. He climbed up on my body and shoved his cock in my cunt. Next thing I know, Bob is naked, his cock in front of my face. I grab it and start sucking him. He looked at me with pride in his eyes and said, "You are the sexiest little cumslut in the world." Hearing those words, I came again. I could feel the guy fucking me building up. I started begging him for his cum. Telling him to fill up my slutty little Pussy. I felt it. It exploded in me. He kept pumping. I felt it get forced in me and as he pulled his cock out, some pulled out with him. I stuck my fingers in my pussy and licked them clean. I wondered what was next. The guy who had just cum in my mouth was hard again. Bob is older. He can go for hours, but ready again in 10 minutes? No way. Just the fact that he was going to stick his cock in my cum filled pussy again had me on edge. As soon as he entered me I came. This time it was longer. He had already filled my mouth so obviously no rush. I sucked on Bobs cock while being leisurely fucked. I had never felt so hot or so slutty. Covered with cum, filled with cum. I felt like such a slut. I heard a cell phone go off. The guy who had just cum in my pussy answered it. He said to his friend , "It's Bill. We were supposed to meet him down stairs 10 minutes ago." The Balcony His friend, still deep in my pussy said, "I'm not leaving." I realized then, that I knew Bill's name, but had forgotten theirs. Again, that set me off. Who would have thought that being such a slut would be such a turn on. Then Bob said, "Invite him up." Oh my god, another orgasm. My senses and mind were on fire. The guy took the cell phone outside on the balcony. The other guy continued to fuck me and Bob fucked my mouth. All my nerve endings were on edge. 2 minutes later there is a knock on the door. His friend opened it. The guy walks in, looks around, and says, "I didn't fucking believe you." Bob said, "Get undressed you can fuck the sluts mouth." In no time Bill had his cock in my mouth. Again, nothing to write home about, but still quite nice. Bill said, "She is as good as you said." Once again a warped warm sense of pride ran through me. I smiled at him and said, "Thank you, you can thank me with a huge load of cum." Oh my, what a slut I was being. Meanwhile cell phone guy was hard again. He moved next to me and I stroked his cock. This was too much for Bill. He exploded in my mouth, I let him slip out and took a lot of it on my face and tits again. He moved aside and cell phone guy said, "Now I get to see if that mouth is as good as that cunt." I smiled and said I could not wait to show him. I was starting to get sore. I wanted to be on top. I rolled over on top of the guy in my pussy and took control. I then started sucking cell phone guy again. Bob stood next to me and I stroked his cock. Bill kept looking at my ass. "My god she has a sexy ass," he said. I giggled and said "that's what started this in the first place." I was taking my time with the cock in my cunt and the one in my mouth. I already had 2 loads on me, and I could feel the cock in me squishing against the load in my pussy. Bob then said to Bill "it's a great ass, very fuckable." I nearly choked on the cock in my mouth. Bob put something in my hand. I knew what it was. He motioned Bill to take his place. Bill had his cock in front of me. I took the lube and started lubing up his cock. He was unsure of what was going on. Bob said, "Ask." Again I knew what he wanted. We had role played this over and over. When I was done lubing his cock, I straightened up. I let the cock drop out of my mouth and lifted off the one in my pussy. I took my lube filled hand and ran it up my ass and in my asshole. I looked Bob in the eye and said, "Bill, I want you to stick that cock in my ass while these guys fuck my cunt and mouth." I meant it too. I so wanted to be completely filled up. I said, "I want to show Bob that I can be the 3 hole cumslut he thinks I can." With my ass all lubed up I bent over and dropped back on the cock that was fucking me. I reached in front of me and grabbed the other cock and put it in my mouth. I wiggled my ass at Bill and said, "Fill me up." I felt Bill's hands on my ass. I felt his cock against my opening. I stopped moving. I wasn't worried. I had taken Bobs cock in my ass. I knew I could do it. I told him to go slow. I could feel him enter me. I could feel it sliding against the cock in my pussy. I had never felt so full in my life. Everything was on fire. Bob looked at me and said to no one in particular, "Fuck her, fuck all her slutty holes." That was it. I burst. I came with the biggest orgasm imaginable. As I did I let go on the guy fucking me. Squirting and coming all over him. His belly, the bed, his cock, were drenched. He moaned and said, Oh my god. That was fucking incredible. I have never felt anything like it." With renewed passion I starting fucking all my cocks as best I could. I felt the buildup. The one in my pussy started to go. I could feel it pulse inside me. I could feel it against the load already inside me. I pushed down on him and the cock in my ass. As I did I heard Bill groan, I knew what was coming. As slutty as I could I said, "Come on Bill, fuck my ass, fill me up, give it to me". He started to cum, I could feel it against me. As he did he slid out of me he was still squirting. It was the first time he'd come and it was a lot. Dripping out of my ass, running down my ass, and all over my back. I had one left. I looked at the guy I was sucking and said, "Give it to me, I want it, my face, my hair my ass, whatever you want. Give it to me." That did it. He erupted, I swallowed some, but let the rest hit me in the face and tits. I loved the way it felt. I collapsed on the bed. I heard Bob say, "Time to go." The guys got dressed and left, all the while talking about how incredible I was. I just lay their basking in the praise and after glow. I had 2 loads in my cunt, one in my ass and on my back, and 3 on face and tits. I felt amazingly slutty. I heard the door shut but Bob did not come right to me. Instead he went in the bathroom. I started feeling a little insecure. Naked, all my holes worked, covered with cum, what would happen. Bob returned with a warm wash cloth. He wiped my lips and kissed me. He told that I was one the most amazing sexy beautiful woman he had ever seen. He climbed on top of me and slid his cock into my messy cunt. I looked at him and said, "How does your fucktoy's little cunt feel with 2 loads of cum in it?" He smiled and said, "Just like it should." The Balcony There was something great about a moving into your own apartment that could not be replaced by anything else. The new space, fixing things up, and meeting others in the building and the area. Not that apartment buildings were necessarily the most conducive places to meet people but some were very close neighborhoods. Andrea had planned on spending the weekend organizing the many boxes of things that were stacked up in each room. She had moved from the university area where she had been a student for the past six years. Now that she had her degrees, and a successful new job for the past six months, she wanted to start this new part of her life in a new apartment. Too many memories of past lovers, boyfriends and girlfriends, university staff and faculty parties stayed with her old apartment near the university. It was time for a change. She had scouted out this area several times and was very surprised to see the apartment being listed. She immediately called, went to look, fell in love with the place, put down a deposit and called the movers all in three days. Now, all moved in, she sat down on her couch with her first glass of wine in her new place and toasted herself. It was a warm friday in the mid summer, and her living room balcony faced towards the west and caught the best of the late afternoon sun. Andrea wore her favorite old shorts, soft and well worn and her long tanned legs showed off well in them. On top she had on an old sleeveless tee shirt that she didn’t care about. She looked outside at the sunny ledge of her balcony and got up pulled her favorite lounging chair out to the deck and plunked herself down. She put her legs up onto the railing that surrounded the space and had a sip on her wine. Here’s to the new place, she said to herself. She looked about and took in the view of her new neighborhood. It was a mix of big old houses and apartment buildings built in the past fifty years mixed with lots of trees. Her balcony faced a smaller building across the street and she looked down slightly onto their roof area. There were bits and pieces about to indicate that people used the roof as a party area and a sun spot. There was no one about but empty sun chairs and plants showed a human presence. She got up, went inside and ran herself a bath. She took off her clothes examined her profile in the mirror and lowered herself into the deep warm water. The music in the background and wine in her belly, relaxed her and she let her mind drift and her hands wander about her body. She loved to masturbation and did it quite frequently. She found endless ways and means to make herself orgasm and had a collection of dildos and vibrators. Some were strong deep ones that she stretched out as long as possible and others were quick and fast. She usually did it in the privacy of her own apartment when she was by herself, but on several occasions she had actually masturbated at work, in her office, with a hand up her short skirt. Sometimes the need just came over her and she felt immediately very horny, and needing. She caressed her breasts, teasing her pink pouty nipples until they were hard and tingling from the touch. She slid a hand down her belly to her hips and ran it over her thighs and down between her legs. She lifted her hips slightly to put her pussy above the water level, while her fingers ran over her mound. She had trimmed her pubic hair into a very short cropped cut for the summer and she shaved her outer lips bare. Only a small tuft of hair remained above her clit. Her mound was very prominent and her outer lips opened to her touch. She pushed a finger down deep inside her and she moaned from the action. The water lubricated her and she found her clit and used the tip of her finger to stimulate that pearl of sensitive skin. She closed her eyes and daydreamed about the cute mail guy at work who was getting all the women in the office worked up. He had started several months ago, but was being very secretive about himself and his life outside the office. She had flirted with him on several occasions, once when she knew he was down the hall and on his way into her office she unbuttoned several extra buttons on her blouse, showing off the top edge of her black lace bra, that pushed her breasts up and outwards. She leaned over the desk when he entered and she saw his eyes immediately fasten onto her breasts. She made no motion to move but thanked him for the mail, passed along a few documents and watched his butt disappear behind the closing door. She immediately became very horny and wet and she locked her door, hiked up her short skirt, pulled aside her silky panties and pushed a finger into the folds of her pussy as she sat in her chair with her legs spread apart. Thank god no one had walked in. As her fantasies played themselves in her head she felt herself reaching orgasm with her fingers. She reached over, detached the hand held shower head, adjusted it to pulse and turned on the water full. The pulsing water made her quivering clit wildly sensitive and she took her fingers away and let the pulse of water finish her off. She shook and moaned as she came with tremendous force. After a moment or two she pushed off the water with her foot and lay back in the tub. She could have easily fallen asleep, but instead she rose, dried herself off, slipped on a favorite robe and walked back to the kitchen to pour another glass of wine. She walked over to the balcony door and slid it open. The warm wind that drifted in the doors, blew her robe apart and her bare pussy was exposed. She looked outside and saw no one around so she did nothing to cover up. Her apartment was the only one on this side of the building that had a balcony and as she was on the top floor there was no one above her. She looked over at the smaller apartment building across the street. On the roof two girls had emerged from the roof stairs and were arranging the deck furniture and sorting through kit bags. They occasionally looked around as if checking to see if anyone was watching them. It was late in the day but the sun still shone strongly on the roof area. Both girls settled down onto the lounge chairs and arranged themselves towards the sun. This turned them slightly away from Andrea but she could still see them. They opened beers and lay back for a moment, then each pulled off their T-shirts. At first Andrea thought they had on bathing suit tops but after a moment she realized that they were wearing only their fancy bras. The blond stood and took off her long sarong, exposing her long legs and matching thong panty. She settled down again and reached over touching the other’s breast, brushing her hand against the fabric of her bra. The other girl looked over at her and kissed her hand as it roamed her breasts. She lifted up her hips and pulled down her shorts. She also wore a tiny black thong and had a well tanned butt. Obviously they tanned in the nude, judging by the lack of tan lines on each. Andrea’s heart was pounding in her chest, as she felt herself peeping on these two. They obviously didn’t know she was there, and without any music or other noise she was partially hidden from their direct view. She slipped out onto the balcony and sat down in her large lounge chair. Her robe lay open to all but she did not care. Her eyes were fastened on the two across the street. She could hear then talking and laughing every once in a while when the traffic stopped. Andrea had always been bi curious but had never had a lesbian experience. She had several friends that were lesbians but they had not made any advances towards her. She often fantasized about what it would be like but the opportunity had never presented itself. The two across the street were sitting side by side and their hands were roaming freely over each other’s body. Fingers playing inside panties and bras were having an effect on the two of them. They both rolled over to face each other and started kissing each other. Their hands were on each others butts and over their thongs. Andrea felt herself getting wet and horny as well, watching these two tease each other. It was like having her own small movie playing in from of her. She moved her hands over her exposed pussy, burying a finger deep inside herself. She moaned from the action and her finger started to move slowly in and out of her wet pussy Her eyes were riveted on the two girls across the street. They were now oblivious to all around and had arms and legs intertwined around each other. The blond had pulled the brunette’s bra down to reveal her breasts. They were being sucked and squeezed by the blond, who was enjoying each one. Teasing them and then pulling and sucking on each nipple. The brunette was definitely enjoying this pampering as she lay there with her legs wide open and her hands exploring herself inside her panties. Andrea’s eyes were fixed on the two girls, but both her hands were busy on her own pussy They were enjoying going in and out of her cunt lips, making her more and more horny. She had lost track of everything around her and she seemed to be fingering herself in time with the blond across the street. Suddenly they girls across the street stopped and sat up for a moment looking around as they did. As they swung around to Andrea’s direction she realized that she was in a rather compromising position as well. It was too late as the girls across the street saw her and waved at her. She still had both hands between her legs, so it took a moment for her to acknowledge that she had been seen as well and waved back at then. They raised their beers to her, then rolled back around and resumed their play. As the light slowly gave way to shadow, Andrea now totally horny and fixated by the two across the street lay back for a moment and with a few more flicks on her hard clit she moaned as a strong orgasm raked her body. She shuddered then closed her eyes. She was still in a bit in shock from having been seen by others masturbating herself in full view of others. Well at least the others were doing the same as well. She opened her eyes, looked over and discovered that the brunette had slid off her chair and was now positioned between the blond’s legs. Her head was down in her crotch and she was obviously licking and playing with the other’s cunt. The blond had both of her hands on her breasts, rubbing and pulling them. The brunette’s butt was in the air as she worked on the blonde, her black thong barely covering her well shaped ass. Within a moment the blonde cried out briefly as she reached orgasm. They then quickly changed positions and Andrea watched as the blonde fingered the other’s pussy. Her hand moved back and forth and she would occasionally dip down and suck on her clit as well. Andrea watched as she came as well, then, both satisfied, they lay back again had a long pull on their beers and looked back over to Andrea’s balcony. They were both smiling. Andrea got up from her chair, and went inside. Her mind was racing as she decided to take a nap. In the morning when she woke she found herself with one of her hands between her legs and the sheets flung around the bed. She didn’t remember much but lay there for a moment and replayed the experience of the day before. She got up and walked out to the living room slid open the balcony door and looked back across the street. The roof was empty, only the chairs and odds and ends lay about but propped up on one of the two chairs the girls had shared was a big sign that was written in big red letters. Want to join us? apt. 24, tonight. Andrea's legs became weak and she sucked in her breathe. A smile broke out on her face and she walked back to bed. An invitation like that she couldn’t refuse. The Balcony Last fall I was staying at a small four story hotel in New Orleans. The appointments and decor were first class and in the main room of the suite a set of double french doors gave access to a narrow wrought iron balcony. Soon after I'd unpacked I'd opened the doors to let in the pleasantly warm late autumn air. A couple of times during the afternoon I stepped out onto the balcony and looked out across the city. Glancing down I realized I had a third story view of a quiet street. Then, at sunset, while taking another break from my laptop I heard a quiet clink directly above me. A woman was standing on the fourth floor balcony. The balcony floors were made of metal grating and I could see her extended arm, as well as the hand holding a glass she'd placed on the railing. But what focused my attention was the realization that although she wore a flowing green and white robe that came to her ankles I, in looking straight up, had an unimpeded view of the lower half of her naked body illuminated by the dying sunlight. Since her legs were at least shoulder width apart, the outer lips of her pussy were clearly visible through a fuzzy bramble of light blond hair. A moment later, as she leaned over to rest her elbows on the railing, I saw the white rounded globes of the bottoms of her full breasts and just a hint of the pink of her areolas. I was stunned by this abrupt transition from business planning to seeing the most intimate areas of a woman's anatomy. I don't normally think of myself as a voyeur but in that moment I needed to see everything it was possible to see. I'd developed a sudden bulge in my boxers that I found myself rubbing as I drank in the sight of her standing above me. Faintly I heard a man's voice speaking, saw the woman straighten up and turn and, as quickly as she'd appeared, she was gone. Because of the rush of seeing her I was trembling and breathing heavily. I tried to go back to work but couldn't. Every minute or so I was on my feet, gazing up at the balcony above. It was almost an hour later, after darkness had fallen, that my persistence was rewarded. She was still wearing the long robe but to my consternation I could only see vague shadows. I almost cursed out loud. Seconds later I remembered the small flashlight in my carryall; frantically I dug through the assorted items until it was in my hand. When I returned to my balcony I saw that a man in a short white terrycloth robe had joined her, standing with his arm around her waist as they enjoyed New Orlean's glittering skyline. With him there I didn't dare shine the little flashlight up between her legs. She began to press her hip against him, rubbing sinuously. He gave a low chuckle and began stroking her bottom through the long robe. She laughed in a way that made my balls retract. He pulled up her robe until it was bunched at the top of her buttocks. She laughed again and bent over. I could just make out the gleaming globes of her ass in the faint light that came from their room. My cock was rock hard and held tight in my left fist. Quickly moving behind her he parted his robe, produced his cock, and urgently penetrated her. His soft grunt and her low moan fell on my ears simultaneously. At this point I was so excited that I didn't give a shit if they caught me or not. I clicked on the little flashlight and aimed it up at where their bodies were joined. My hand was trembling and it was hard to keep the beam on one spot. But what I glimpsed in those moments when I got the light right was enough to set me on fire. A gleam of blond hair, the glistening shaft of the guy's cock, distended pinkness, the jiggling whiteness of her bottom, his balls in a thatch of black hair, and the soles of her bare feet. My left hand was whipping up and down my cock. I could hear his grunts and her sighs as well as the soft slap as their bodies met. And then it was over. He slammed into her, held himself, and groaned. A second later he withdrew and her robe fell down. I flicked off my flashlight. I felt a speck of moisture hit my cheek. And abruptly they both turned and went back in their room. I thought I heard a sound below me and turned to look down to my right. On a second floor balcony several rooms over a form stood silhouetted by the shifting light of a TV. I knew it was a woman. I knew she was watching. I wondered how much she'd seen. I was feeling crazy. I closed my eyes and remembered that cock thrusting into that woman's pink cunt with its curly golden fleece. Seconds later my come was spurting out through the wrought iron bars in front of me. The feeling of release was incredible. I glanced down but the woman was gone. I was quite insane until the early hours of the morning. I'd masturbate thinking of what I'd watched and how I myself had been watched, lay back and try to sleep only to stir restlessly until I masturbated again. Never in my life had I been so aroused. Finally I managed to get to sleep. Far too soon I got my wake up call and had to prepare to face the world. I stayed in the hotel for two more days but nothing else happened. I did see a couple in the hotel restaurant that I was almost certain was the couple I'd watched but in everyday circumstances they didn't seem especially stimulating or erotic although it was a thrill for me to look at them and recall what I'd witnessed. I never figured out who the woman who'd watched me was. The Balcony I stepped out onto the balcony and breathed in the cool night air. The old house turned bed and breakfast was set further back off the street than the buildings in the heart of the French quarter where the balconies actually hung over the sidewalk and a big magnolia tree in the small front yard left it with a secluded feeling but I still had a good view of the neighborhood from my balcony. Just a few blocks away was the hustle and bustle of the quarter but the street in front of me had a more residential feel, even though most of the old houses had been turned into vacation rentals. A couple strolled along the street hand in hand talking too softly for me to distinguish what their conversation was about but from their smiles and the glow on their faces I guessed they were on their honeymoon. In the distance I could hear the sounds of the city but I felt a million miles away from it all. The cool breeze felt like it went straight through my thin gown leaving chill bumps on my entire body but I felt so alive that I almost enjoyed the chill. The warmth of his hands as he wrapped his arms around me and slid his hands down my arms startled me. I leaned back into him and enjoyed the feeling of his skin against mine. "I missed you," he said as his lips found the bare skin of my neck and nuzzled in close. I smiled. "I was only gone for a few minutes." His hands slid back up my arms then across my breasts, covering them but not really caressing them. I didn't turn around to look at him but I could feel bare skin and realized that he was standing behind me on the balcony in his boxer shorts. I was surprised that he wasn't worried about someone seeing him. He was kissing my neck and ear and I could feel myself getting aroused. "Have you decided what you want for dinner tonight?" I asked, trying to not think about how good his lips felt on my bare skin. "Mmmm hmmmm," he mumbled moving down to kiss my shoulder. I could tell that he didn't have food on his mind. His hands stroked back down my bare arms and came to rest on my hips. He lightly gripped my hips from behind, sending a little thrill through me because it reminded me of how he holds on to my hips when he takes me hard from behind. His lips were still busy kissing me, every inch of me that he could find access to while standing behind me. The kisses were moving back across my shoulder and onto my back. As he moved down my back I could feel his lips through the silky material of my gown. His grip tightened slightly on my hips and I breathed in deeply fighting back the passion that I felt rising. After all this time it still amazed me that he could turn me on so much with just a kiss. "We'll order in for dinner," he said his lips now kissing the back of my head through my hair. His hands skimmed across the thin fabric covering my hips, across my bottom and came to rest at the top of the back of my thighs. I closed my eyes and drank in the sensations as he touched me like no man had ever touched me. His fingers curled in towards my inner thighs. I arched my back and rolled my head back against his, spreading my legs slightly for his fingers. I could feel him slightly starting to gather up the fabric of my gown, lifting my skirt with each movement. I started to protest since we were standing on the balcony within view of the street but it felt too good to stop. There was only an occasional couple walking by and most likely they wouldn't look up and see us. But still, we were not very far from the street. My heart raced with a little bit of fear and excitement as he continued to lift my gown higher. I gripped the balcony rail with both hands bending slightly from the waist as he finally lifted my gown high enough to get his hands on my bare hips. My gown hung low enough in front to cover me but anyone walking beneath us and looking up at the balcony would have been able to see my bare, completely shaved and very wet pussy. His finger traced down the crack of my ass until he hit the wetness between my legs. I heard a small moan escape his lips. I loved knowing that it excited him to feel how excited I was. I felt his finger move away and heard him lick it. I smiled as he moved it back between my legs, this time slipping inside about half and inch, just enough to part my pussy lips and let those juices flow. I whimpered softly, enjoying the feel of his warm fingers exciting me while the cool breeze caressed my bare thighs. His touch was more than I could take, and I started to turn to go back inside to the bed but his hands immediately gripped my hips hard turned me back facing the street. I realized that he had me where he wanted me so I leaned back onto the rail and let him continue touching me. His fingers slid across my hips and around front. I felt my breathing quicken as his fingers found my clit and started slowly stroking. I rolled my hips towards his hand, enjoying the way he was touching me. As he stroked me he stepped closer to me, pressing his hard cock against my ass. There was nothing between his growing erection and my bare bottom but the thin cotton underwear. One hand continued caressing my clit while his other hand started pinching my nipple through the thin fabric of my gown. I could feel an orgasm building as he touched me and rhythmically thrust his hard cock against me. I reached behind me with one hand and stroked his hard cock as best as I could since it was pressed so hard against me. "I want this," I said firmly but there was a slight tone of begging in my voice. I managed to slip my hand through his fly and pull his cock back out so it was exposed to the cool night air. He moaned as it made contact with my bare skin. I expected him to lead me back to the bed now that we were this close to fucking but instead I just felt the pace of his thrusting increase. I bent his cock downward and moved to my tiptoes, tilting my ass up so the head of his cock slid across my wet slit. He inhaled sharply and gripped my breast tighter. Sliding back and forth across my wet pussy, his hard cock was throbbing, making me want it deep inside of me. "Please," I whispered, never thinking he actually would here on the balcony. But I was wrong. I bent further forward from the waist and stretched on my tiptoes, opening myself up for him. In one smooth movement he slipped into my wet pussy burying it to the hilt, hitting bottom with a guttural grunt. I cried out softly in pleasure, enjoying feeling him that deep inside of me. I held on tight to the rail as his hand moved back to my hip, gripping tight as he started moving in and out of me. I could feel my own juices on my thighs and his finger settled into that spot just above my clit that he knows I love to have touched so much. He was whispering to me how good it felt to be inside of me. I could tell that I wouldn't last long like this. I could already feel the orgasm building inside of me. And judging from how hard and fast he was moving against me, he wasn't going to last long either. I could see a couple walking down the sidewalk and I closed my mouth tightly making sure I wasn't making any noise as he pounded into me from behind. As they walked down the sidewalk out of sight I giggled at the idea that we could have been caught. I could tell he had noticed too as he started making more noise as they were out of sight. He was talking to me telling me how good it felt and I was moaning in pleasure. Occasionally I would cry out in pleasure as he hit bottom hard. I knew I was about to cum hard and it felt wonderful. I looked back to the street and thought I saw movement through the branches of the magnolia tree. I started to stop him and insist that we move back to the bed but his fingers slid down just enough to land directly on my clit. I was so aroused already that the direct touch sent me into an immediate orgasm. I gripped the balcony rail tighter and cried out as the orgasm gripped my body. I rocked into him hard and he grabbed my hips and started fucking me with an abandon I didn't think I had ever seen in him before. I could feel him cumming with me and that just excited me more. As we both came down from the incredible orgasm, he leaned into me and kissed my back. I squeezed him and felt his cum.... our cum.... dripping from my pussy and running down my thighs. He tensed as I squeezed him then relaxed again stroking my back through my gown. Finally he pulled out of me and pulled me back upright leading me inside to the bed. I wondered if someone had been watching us or if it had been my imagination as we continued to make love in the privacy of our room for the rest of the evening. The Balcony My wife Paula and I have found that nothing adds as much spice to our sex life as doing it in unusual places or situations. Take, for example, the opening at the art exhibit where Paula does volunteer work. We were invited to the opening of the exhibit in a downtown hotel. It was a wonderful location and I thought it would surely draw a huge crowd. Circulating among women in tight-fitting low-cut evening gowns set my cock to twitching. But what really made it stand up at attention was Paula's luscious rear end as I followed her up a long flight of stairs. Nothing gets me as horny as watching a provocative female ass in action. To me, the ultimate in erotic excitement comes from watching a beautiful shaped ass as it winds its way up a staircase. The swaying of the hips, the fluid flexing of buttocks, is enough to give a hard-on to a dead man. By the time Paula and I had reached the top of the stairs, I had an erection as hard as a pipe, plus an almost uncontrollable desire to slip it to her, right there on the top step. Fortunately, my love sensed my predicament (the bulge in my crotch was a dead giveaway) and took pity on me. She led me to an outdoor balcony overlooking the courtyard. Turning, she put her arms around my neck, her soft wet lips found mine, and she ground her pelvis urgently against the bulge trapped inside my pants. Her hand found my zipper and released the prisoner inside. Using my penis as a handle. She guided me to the shadows at the end of the balcony, gently squeezing and massaging it en route. In the courtyard below a number of guests were attending a garden party, sipping wine while string ensemble provided background music. Our balcony was partly screened from view by a waist high brick wall. Paula promptly bent over, resting her forearms on the top of this wall, planting her feet solidly apart, and looking at me with an expression that said, "Okay, you horny cocks man, have Ago at it!" I didn't wait for a second invitation. Dropping to my knees behind her. I lifted her ankle-length skirt and held it up to The small of her back. Since she wore no panties, all of her tantalizing goodies were on display. I buried my nose in the dark hollow at the juncture of her thighs and inhaled deeply. What a hardy aroma, what a heavenly perfume! I kissed nibbled licked up and down the delightful crack, and spread the cheeks, running the tip of my tongue around the rim of her anus. Paula signaled her appreciation by moaning softly while she clenched and unclenched her buttocks. I rose to my feet. dropped my pants and drawers, and stepped between her spread legs, bending my knees so that my cock approached its target from below at an angle of 45 degrees. Paula reached back between her legs. grasped the shaft and worked the tip between her outer vaginal lips, then back and forth along the furrow at her creamy vagina, liberally lubricating my cock head. Finally she positioned it directly at the mouth of her honey pot and waited. I eased forward and upward until I felt the opening of her tight vagina slip over my knob, then stopped while I got a firm grip on her hips. Paula trembled in anticipation Straightening my knees, I drove forward with a swift hard thrust and buried my throbbing penis to the hilt. I leaned forward encircling her waist with my arms and gripped my right wrist with my left hand. This locked us firmly together, leaving my right hand free to seek out and service pussy. She whimpered like a lost puppy and started rotate buttocks, first clockwise, then Counter-clockwise. The musicians launched into a medley of Johan Strauss as we fucked. Then Paula shifted gears and started bucking like a rodeo bronco Neither of us has have been able to keep quiet as we came and the sounds of our sexual encounter made our balcony the center of attention. The reaction of our audience was one of general disbelief. It was a fabulous fuck, but we had to make a hasty departure before security arrived. Let us know what you think! We do love to hear all the comments that are sent to us, so please don't be shy. Do you have any suggestions let us know. You can e-mail us at the link below. The Balcony You and I step toward the dance floor, both resplendent in black, one leather, one lace. Our necks show our positions: black collars on white skin. You walk out first, I hang back to watch you sway onto the floor, the rhythm taking you immediately. Then I smile back over my shoulder at our Masters, sitting, quietly watching and drinking and talking. My heels click audibly on the parquet, even over the throb of the music. The DJ is wonderful, picking just the right mix of sexy and hard to mold the dancers to his will and make them move as one sensuous body. I move closer to you, letting my rhythm match yours, bending slightly so that my body molds to yours from behind. My hands run slowly up your sides as I feel eyes on us, two pairs in particular, and I smile, burying my face a little in your hair, seeking the warm skin of your neck with my mouth, sinking my teeth into the soft scented flesh just above the leather of your collar. My breasts rest against your back as our hips rock in tandem. Your moan reaches my ear and your hands reach up and over to tangle in my short hair, just starting to get damp with the sweat of the dance. I wrap my arms around you, playing lightly with your nipple rings through the thin, lacy material of your shirt. My own nipples, still tender from the service I gave my Master earlier, start to tingle, getting hard from the friction of the hot leather. You turn in my arms so that when our hips sway, they come together, and we fuck right there on the dance floor. I get wetter with every movement of your hips, and when I reach down to run my hand up your thigh, my fingers come away wet. Holding my hand out to our Owners to show then what we are doing to each other, I pull you to me and kiss you slowly. You draw me almost to a complete standstill with one hand on my lower back, one wrapping tightly in my hair. We smile into each other's eyes as I grasp your hand and lead you off the floor, headed for the table where our Masters sit smiling at us. You start to sit down next to your Owner, but I keep your hand in mine and address Them. "Sirs, I was just wondering if either of You minded if slave dawn and I went to the ladies room?" Master DeSade laughs and nods toward your Owner. "I figured, little one. I don't mind in the least, do You?" Your Owner shakes his head, and laughs. "On one condition," He says, "I demand a kiss from my little slave girl before-" He winks at Master DeSade, "and after." My Master tips a wink back and drags me into His lap, barely giving me time to let go of your hand. I lose sight of you for a moment as my Master pulls me to Him by the collar, sliding his other hand just below the belt line of the back of my pants, pinching the welts He'd left earlier. I squirm and moan as He kisses me, bites my lower lip and whispers sensuously in my ear "Go, slut. Have fun." I giggle as I scramble off His lap. "Is that an order Sir?" He slaps my ass. "Of course!" His smile is gorgeous, as always, and my knees want to liquefy, but you grab my hand before I slide to them and yank me away. We hold hands through the Balcony and all the way to the bathroom, many eyes following us through the smoke. We say hello to the coat-check girl, then disappear into the bathroom. In the sudden brightness, I see the dance, alcohol and excitement at work on my appearance, but for now I simply don't care. You are so lovely with the pink in your cheeks and a sheen of sweat on your skin. Without a word, you pull me to you, kissing me deep, parting my lips with your tongue and pushing me hard up against the wall. As my back meets the plaster, my hands fly up and start pulling at the buttons on your shirt. The last button pops free and my hands slide across your chest to one of the rings implanted there, pulling and twisting it lightly at first, then harder. I feel your hands rush to the zipper of my leather pants, the button sliding out, the zipper sliding down, then your fingers were tug that the small thatch of hair there, wandering lower to fondle my clit. "Ahem." You hear a sticky-sweet feminine voice behind you and I look up in surprise. I had nearly forgotten we were in a public place. Standing there agog is a very pretty young drag queen. "Now, sweeties, while I appreciate your efforts to entertain the general female populace of this place," she fluffs her hair, "I do wish you'd move it into a stall." Then he/she flashes a toothy grin and points at my chest, still buoyed by the leather of the corset. "I must admit though, that I'm jealous of those." "Thanks," I say, still fondling your right nipple in plain view. "I grew them myself." "MMMNhmmmn. You go girl!" then the queen is gone in a storm of leopard print velour. We both laugh, but I start backing you toward the nearest stall, the biggest. Once inside, I turn to lock the door and feel your lips on the skin of my shoulders, your voice brushing my ear. "She was right. They really are very nice. You should let them breathe a little more." And with that, my corset is gone, and your fingers replace it, tugging hard at the recently-placed rings. You use one to turn me around, pinning me once more, this time against the door. My moans fill the small space and, I'm certain, can be heard in the hallway outside, but I can't manage to give a damn. You start sliding the leather off my hips, till the material puddles around my boots. My hands made themselves busy removing your shirt, sliding your skirt down over your sweet hips. Neither of us have a bra or panties on (god forbid!), so we stand, nipple to nipple, lip to lip and hip to hip, grinding against each other. Finally, I fight back, pushing you against the opposite wall and start working my way slowly down your body. I bite, lick, suck, nibble down to your tits, then past them until I squat in front of you, balancing myself with my fingers digging into the recently tenderized flesh of your ass. Your moans multiply as my tongue seeks out the hard bud of your clit, toying with it. The slap of my hand on your ass raises a loud cry from you that excites me even more and I lightly rake my nails over your welts. My tongue slides deep inside you, but when I realize I can't reach your g-spot, I drop on my knees, grasp your left leg, throwing it over my shoulder, and removed my right hand from you, sliding it around to slip two fingers deep inside you. My other hand slithers further around, I run my fingers up and down over the crack of your ass, biting lightly into your clit, pulling on the ring with my teeth. One of your hands plunges deep into my hair, and you use the other to try to hold yourself up on my shoulder. Your moans escalate again and I feel you gyrating against my face and hands, wanting more. The inner walls of your cunt caress my fingers, pulling at them, and as I put first one, then two of the fingers from my left hand in your beautiful ass, I feel those walls clench and a flood of cum escapes you. Your knees go weak, but you stay up as I slowly remove my fingers from you and give you a thorough tongue bath. You shiver when the cold metal of the tongue bar hits the hot flesh of your pussy, and your hand clenches over and over again in my hair. Very slowly, I stand up, holding you between my body and the wall, and place a sweet, wet kiss on your lips, as you eagerly lap your own cum from my mouth. Your hands start roaming my body as you come back to your senses: pulling on my nipple rings, trailing down to lightly slap my ass, moving around front to delve into the dark, wet recesses of my cunt. You push me away slightly then pull me over toward the toilet, sitting down on the seat, helping me the rest of the way out of my pants, and pulling me to you. You position me so that I face you, straddling your lap, my thighs held apart by your own legs. Your hand roams my inner thigh, headed once again for the hot space at the juncture of my legs. My lips meet yours with a fury, nibbling on your lower lip, pulling your tongue into my mouth. Just as you bite back, you twist my clit ring, making me cry out, my lower lip caught between your teeth. I hear slow dripping and realize it is me; I am so very, very wet, and you did this to me. It barely had time to register before you bury two fingers deep in my pussy, leaning up to whisper to me how much you love how wet I get, applying pressure and more pressure to my g-spot. My legs start shaking convulsively and your thumb hooks through the ring on my clit-hood, wrenching it every time you thrust your fingers. Your other hand slips around my back and your nails rake a trail from my shoulders to the base of my spine. I feel your hand supporting me, lifting, pulling me a little closer to you, and a sudden pressure at my asshole, a finger slowly sliding inside. I don't know how you do it, but you are still controlling my clit while taking both holes with one hand. I start cumming hard on your fingers, and through a haze I see the look of surprise on your face. You fingers keep dancing within me, slowing slightly. I lean toward you and latch my lips to your neck, whispering thank yous into the warm skin. When I lean back, your eyes are huge. "What?" I say. "You- damn." "What?" "You squirted when you came!" "I did?" "Yes, you nasty slut! I loved it!" "I did?" Your laughter rings in the tiny room. "You're not very coherent, are you, bethie?" "Nope." "Didn't think so." You gently move me off your lap, not removing your fingers from inside me until I am standing. I nearly collapse, but grab the railing with one hand and the wall with the other until I regain some equilibrium. It is a tough struggle getting back into my leathers, between the sweat on my body and the fact that I just didn't want to. But your hands touching the nail marks on my back as you lace me back into my corset certainly help. We check our makeup, realize we both look freshly fucked, and decide on just a quick coat of lipstick. We waltz out of the bathroom, headed toward the table and our Masters. They are standing when we arrive, watching our approach with amusement. I release your hand as we reach Them and am hauled into the arms of my Master, a lingering, probing kiss taking some of your flavor from my mouth. He wraps mt coat around my shoulders, whispering in my ear "We heard you in the bathroom, you nasty little bitch. Did she taste sweet?" "Hell yes, Sir!" His laughter makes me grin. As a group, we move toward the exit. On the way t the elevator, you give me a little signal we've worked out and as soon as we step into the little car, we are both on our knees, pulling our Owner's cocks out of confinement. I hear your moans and feel my Masters hands wrap around my head, thrusting himself deep into my throat. The ride is only three floors, though, and I am disappointed to lose the paste of skin in my mouth. We follow our owners across the parking lot to the car. The doors do not get unlocked though. My Master's arms wrap around my waist and feel His breath at my ear. "Take them off. Just the pants." His fingers pop the button free before he releases me. I quickly comply, taking the leather all the way off, so I stand there clad only in corset, boots and collar. My Master twists me and slams me into the waist-high concrete retaining wall, my ass exposed to Him. You are already next to me, in an identical position, your skirt tossed up, your shirt missing. Our gazes settle on the busy street below, and I know that if anyone were to just glance up, they would see us suspended there. My feet are kicked apart, and I hear identical orders from both Masters. We put out hand back in compliance and my arms are bound together wrist to elbow. His hand comes down hard on my ass. "You didn't think you could get away with just a blow-job, did you, whore?" Again comes His hand, and my cry resounds off the cars below. "Of course not, Sir!" "I didn't think so, bitch. You know your Master better than that." Another slap on the ass and I feel His cock slide home in my cunt, one thrust, then He withdraws and plunges it deep into my ass. I bite back a scream and look over at you, so beautiful, dangling there, receiving the same treatment from your Owner. My head is yanked back by the hair and my body is shuddering under my sweet Master's assault. I'm grateful for the retaining wall, because otherwise I would certainly not be able to hold my own. I can feel my breasts popping free of the corset and I know that in one or two more thrusts, I will be as bare-chested as you. I flinch as my tits finally fall free and slap the concrete with every thrust. Tears spring to my eyes, but I feel my cum dripping down my thighs, fresh moisture mixed with that from earlier. His cock grows larger in my ass, and I know He is about to cum. My hair is released, my collar grasped and He twists it tightly, cutting off my air. I am going to pass out as I hear His voice, "Are you ready for your Master's cum, slut?" All I can do is grasp for Him with my bound hands: the gesture is all it takes. The world starts to fade to black, but as He releases in my ass, He also releases the collar, grabbing a handful of hair to tow me back to reality. I'm tipped over the edge anyway, cumming so hard that I momentarily pass out. When I come to, my hands have been untied and I sit in the backseat of the car. You are next to me, my Master in the seat in front of me, His arm wrapped behind the seat, His hand gently massaging my right calf. You are tenderly tucking my abused breasts back into my corset. We lean toward each other and kiss and snuggle, our Master's voices a warm murmur in the front seat. The Balcony I want to thank my editor, j.q. hack. I'm not sure how I could have submitted this without your help. Thank you for your patience and time. This story is perfect now. She stood on the balcony, against the railing staring out to the ocean waves that crashed upon the shore. Waiting. She knew he would come tonight for he had told her so himself, not but a few hours ago. She prepared with a long hot bath, perfumed steam rising and heating her body with a flush of desire that sent her heart racing. Her long, black hair brushed smooth, just reaching the small of her back. Her body, scented from her bath with jasmine. She was shaved smooth, with only a little puff of dark curls hiding her jewel. Wearing only a thin silk robe that was white and almost translucent in the moonlight. It rested just over her shoulders, the ties open to let the moonlight caress her full upturned breasts. And she waited. With just her thoughts and the promise of a night of pleasure making her nervous, but so hungry for her lover's touch. She couldn't understand why she was nervous. She wasn't a trembling virgin hiding in her bed waiting, but quite experienced in the bedroom. She had been with this man for a long time, and knew him well. His likes, dislikes, the pleasure she could lavish upon him that would make him cry out her name. He had taught her everything she knew. She rested her palms on the cool wood of the railing, lightly tapping her index and middle fingers on the wood, fighting the urge to pace back and forth. It was now almost an hour since he had told her he would be there. The waiting made her restless and when she finally felt the slight puff of air as the door to her room opened, sucking the sheer gauze curtains into the room, then puffing back out at the slight click of the door, she trembled. A breath of cool, night air sent goose flesh racing about her body and making her nipples tighten with the chill. Motionless as possible, she stood facing out, knowing he would stalk towards her. Knowing his gaze would rake over her back taking in the loose robe. She heard something being set on the balcony behind her. "Will you submit to pleasure, my lady?" His hands slid onto her waist, then slid around to cup her breasts. She gasped and that seemed to satisfy him. He stepped back, turned into the room, and pulled the quilt from her bed and folded it so that it made a large cushion. He went back out and pulled her back to place the quilt over the railing to cushion her. She caught a glimpse of him in the corner of her eyes. He was dressed in a soft white shirt that was unbuttoned completely, and soft, black breeches that were so snug, they showed off the bulge of his cock. His brown hair, damp and curled around his ears from a shower, and the scent of sandalwood emanated from his skin, and sent a jolt of awareness through her. He finished adjusting the quilt and pushed her back against it. The railing came to just below her breasts and pressed against her intimately. "Spread your legs." He purred the order and as she complied, and heard the clink of chains. Before she could react, one shackle was clinked around her right ankle. Her eyes went wide, breathing increased till she panted, tensed, and tried to pull away, fear and distrust running through her mind. This was an area they had not played around with much, and this was, she realized, what she had been nervous about. He had voiced his desire at doing this, but she had always told him no, maybe later. "Trust me." She forced her body to soften at his voice and relax her tensed muscles. The shackle was covered in soft velvet so as not to mar her skin. She felt the tug of the chain as he attached the other end to one of the slats on the railing. The other shackle clasped to her left ankle and attached the same way. They would keep her from being able to close her legs. She felt a gush of wetness at how vulnerable she was in this position, knowing he would see all of her. She felt his hands on her shoulders and he pulled the robe from her, kissed her neck as he pulled away. He went back to the bag of items he had brought and pulled out two long satin ribbons. He clasped her right hand and placed it on the railing. He passed the ribbon through the opening and tied it to the railing then tied it to her hand. He applied the same technique to her other wrist, and she was bound. She would not be able to escape. She breathed deeply, trying to adjust to the position and calm her racing pulse. He pulled something out of his bag and left her to go back inside. Making her wait and wonder. The arousal crashing through her. She heard water running in the bathroom. He came back and set a glass item on the railing next to her. "Bend over angel." She did as told, letting her body rest on the soft fabric of the quilt, flushing for she knew he would see her wetness. It made her feel defenseless. "Very nice," he purred and she felt his fingers scoop some of her honey. She knew he would taste her and she felt another rush trickle down. "Delectable, angel." She heard a snap then nothing. Finally she spoke for the first time, curiosity getting the better of her. "What are you doing?" "You will need lubrication." And she felt his fingers against her ass. He slid a slick finger in, her body clenching at the intrusion. "Relax," he said, his breath puffing against her neck. He kissed her neck and her head fell back against his shoulder and he distracted her with his lips and tongue. She relaxed into his body and his finger was able to move and massage her gently. Slowly he slid another finger in and stretched her open slightly. "Have you ever been deflowered here?" She shook her head, answering a question he already knew the answer to, considering she had only always been with him. "Mmm, a virgin ass. How delightful." He purred again. He slowly squeezed more lubricant into her hole, massaging and spreading it into and around her. Gradually it started to feel heavenly to her. Then he withdrew his fingers, and she moaned at the emptiness she felt. He laughed slightly and picked up the glass object he had placed beside her. Then there was a hot relentless pushing against her hole, spreading her. "Relax," he told her again when she tensed, and he was able to slide it all the way in. She felt so full and it was so hot. She moaned again, her hips undulating with the pleasure of it. "Ah, your ass likes the plug I heated for you, huh? Good, love." She heard him go back to his bag and then go back into the bedroom. She heard something clink into the bucket that held the champagne she had put in the room just in case. He swirled the object around in the icy water, then came back drying the object with a towel. He set it on the railing and she saw it was a long, clear, glass dildo. Curved with nodules around the base. She heard his clothes coming off. He snapped open the lube cover again and squeezed some onto his hand and then rubbed it onto his engorged cock, gasping at the pleasure. With five brisk thrusts, he came, his seed spurting over the railing to the ground below. His groaned his gratification and leaned heavily against the railing next to her. "Why didn't you let me service you, lover?" She whispered agonizingly. She turned her head to look at his face. "Because, this is only about you." "But I love your cum." "Later, angel." And he picked up the dildo and the tube of lubricant, squeezing some onto the shaft. "Stay bent over." He ordered, his breathing harsh. She felt the head of the dildo slide into her dripping pussy, and she gasped and cried out at the shocking cold of it. While the ass plug was still quite hot in her hole, the dildo was the opposite causing her to clench her body around both. She arched her back, her ass high in the air and her head and upper body slumped down. He pressed the dildo in a little bit more and began pressing it against the front of her sheath. She undulated her hips in rhythm with his slight thrusting; her breath coming out in tortured moans and sobs with the pleasure coursing through her. "Please." she sobbed. She begged him to take her but he would not give her a release until she came spurting into the hand he held under her. And as he stroked harder and faster, she felt her body on the verge. He pressed two more times, bent his head to the side of her neck and nipped her just hard enough to send her spiraling out of control. She came, spurting like a water geyser against his hand. He cupped his hand to catch her juices to bring them to his mouth to drink. Her essence sweet, salty. Then he pulled the dildo from her still clenching body and thrust heavily into her. All the way in, making her cry out. He thrust again and she convulsed around him. The contractions making him groan and hold her more closely to him. But he still thrust after the pulses slowed and she felt another wave start to crest. As she came a third time, he pumped into her one last time, his hot seed spurting into her, shouting and falling against her as her body milked every last drop of his cum from his body. The silkiness of it trickling down her legs. They heaved and gasped for air and he slowly slid from her body. He untied her hands and unclasped the shackles from her ankles. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed to lay her down gently. She lay boneless, the ass plug still causing her body to pulse around it and bring minute amounts of pleasure. Slowly he pulled the plug out, her body objecting to its release at the last moment. He touched her clit which was still slightly engorged and she relaxed, allowing the plug to slide out the rest of the way. He went out and got the dildo and lubricant and set them on the table beside her bed. He smiled down at her widened eyes. "Just in case for later." And he crawled into bed beside her, drawing the covers up over them. Kissed her on the lips. Clung for a moment then slumped down beside her. And they slept. ~~~~~~ He awoke to her lips pressing a kiss to the soft skin of his groin, and he hummed his approval, the sound making her look up and smile at him. He saw the love in her eyes as she bent down to her mission of pleasuring him to a state of undeniable bliss. She slid her body up his until she could press kisses to his neck and collarbone. She nuzzled the underside of his jaw, breathed deeply to absorb all of his warm, male scent. Unique and unlike any other she had ever encountered. A smell that always made her weak in the knees if she was standing, and made her want to climb into his skin and never leave. She brought her hands up and encircled his neck with them, testing his power, fingers rubbing the hair at the nape. He arched his head back, enjoying her caresses, and trying to get her to rub more firmly. He felt her smile against his cheek as she kissed him. "Turn over," she commanded, and he chuckled at the dominance she tried to exert over him. He did as ordered and was pleasantly surprised when she pressed the palms of her hands deep into the muscles of his upper back. He grunted with approval as she stroked her hands up and down his body, releasing the tension of a long day. Kisses pressed to the small of his back, and he almost jumped when one was placed in the cleft at the top of his buttocks, made him tense his muscles then relax as she continued down his legs. The columns of his legs were a joy to be tested for their strength and power, hands trying to encircle them, but failing at their girth. Feet massaged and knots worked out so that by the time she slid her body back up to his he was almost boneless. He was in such a state of relaxation, that he almost didn't register she stopped her caressing and was now just draped over his body one hand idly caressing the lock of hair at the back of his ear. He rumbled and rolled her off him so he could pull her close, her face near his, her hands pillowed under her head. He kissed the tip of her nose, and gazed into the deep green of her eyes; eyes like the deepest green of an emerald. Eyes he could get lost in, and tried to when she was like this. He stroked his hand down the side of her body, from shoulder to hips, savoring the satiny skin. So delicate that if he pressed just a bit to hard in his passion, she had bruises for a week. As it was, when he kissed her on the balcony, sucking on the skin of her neck, he left a few red marks that would be dark blue come tomorrow. His palm cruised back up to the breast that was visible and with his thumb, softly brushed the rosy tip, grinning inwardly as it pebbled into a hard, little bead. He loved how she responded to his touch, always eager to please him or be pleased. He brushed again, savoring the soft sigh she released as her eyes closed with pleasure. Pulling her up and over his body, he nuzzled and kissed the underside of her creamy breasts, savoring the silky smooth texture of her perfumed skin. He ran his tongue up the valley between, the taste sweetly salty. She gripped his shoulders, holding tightly as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone and neck, her legs straddling his hips and enjoying the sensation of his cock growing beneath her. As he ran his mouth back down to her breasts, getting closer to the diamond points begging for his attention, she grabbed the hair behind his ears pulling him closer so he would get the hint. He did and laughed, giving her what she desired. The tip of his tongue touched the tiny crest and circled it, making it tighten even more. She whimpered and he sucked the whole bud into his hot mouth. Her back arched and she threw her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life and he suckled and kissed her body until she thought she would go up in flames. When she thought she wouldn't be able to stay lucid much longer, he changed direction and started working his way down her body as he pulled her higher against him. She was now straddling his chest and he was able to flick his tongue in her navel, making her jump. He drew her up over him until her dripping pussy was right over his mouth and he raised her hands and indicated that she should hold the headboard. He spread her thighs over his head and proceeded to flick his tongue upward. It flicked against her moist petals, causing her to jerk and cry out softly. His hands went to her hips and he pulled her down so that his face was buried. And he feasted. Slid his tongue in and scooped out the sweet honey she made for him. The scent driving him wild; a scent that made him want to never stop. Her body was alive and wracked with tremors as he stroked and sucked, licked and nibbled. His teeth grazed over her clit, and she jerked as if to pull away. But he held her down to his mouth and continued his delicious torture. She was shaking like a leaf when he pressed one of his fingers into her, his mouth never leaving her clit. Her moans and pleas a balm to his soul, knowing only he could bring her to this state of ecstasy. He nipped the little bud and felt her jerk. Soothed it with the flat of his tongue while still thrusting now two fingers into her drenched sheath, feeling the tiny muscles grip his fingers, knowing she was close. "Come for me, baby," he whispered and bit down firmly on her clit and thrust hard into her. She came apart, screaming, an almost tortured look to her face. She gripped the headboard so hard, her knuckles white and tense as if in agony. But this was an agony that was so wonderful, she wasn't sure she would ever come back. When she finally calmed and her body was no longer wracked with shudders, he pulled her down to drape her body over his. He kissed her gently and she tasted herself on his lips. She pressed her face into his neck and breathed deeply, still out of breath. He stroked his hands up and down her back, soothing and calming. She was finally able to lift her head and kiss him. "My turn," she whispered and began to work over his body, intent upon pleasuring him the same way he had her. Her palms stroked his chest, fingers feathering through the light dusting of dark hairs sprinkling it. Copper colored nipples nipped and laved making him arch his back and breath deeply, trying not to grab her hips and pull her down to his raging cock. He gripped the sheets on either side and prayed she wouldn't continue this delicious torture much longer. His wishes not heard as she continued her way down, brushing her lips along the arrow of hair that ran down his stomach to his groin. Her lips brushed the top of the dark curls, a scant inch from the head of his cock, and he begged her to get on with it. She ignored his demands and trailed her lips back up to his navel where she swirled her tongue in then ran it down to his hipbone where she left a red mark, that declared him hers. And when he thought he wouldn't be able to control himself further, she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the base of his cock before continuing up to the tip. She nibbled and laved, her tongue hot and wet. His musky scent an aphrodisiac to her senses, the salty taste of pre-cum a delight. He reached down and gripped her head, intending to pull her up, but she took him into her mouth and all he could do was arch his back towards her and groan. She sucked and tongued the underside of him, one of her hands on the upper part of his shaft, the other massaged his balls gently. Hummed her pleasure at his taste, and he felt the vibrations run up his body and he broke out in a fine sweat. She raised her eyes to meet his and he saw the utter devotion she felt for him shining and making his gut clench with the love he felt for her She slowly took more of him in, the head of him pressing against her throat. And she finally relaxed and he slid all the way into her mouth and throat causing him to shout out with shock and bliss. She had never been able to relax enough to swallow his cock and now she was holding him in such a tight grip with her mouth and throat, he knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. She held him there as long as possible, then pulled him out, gasping for air. When she could breathe again, she took him back in again all the way, him shouting again. She went back to sucking and stroking until he came shooting into her mouth. Hot and creamy. She swallowed him down and cleaned his cock with her tongue until not a drop was left. He lay gasping on the bed, his body wracked with shudders as the last tremors passed. Leaving him sated for the moment. He pulled her up to his chest and kissed her mouth, his tongue sweeping in. He tasted his essence and the rich flavor of her mouth. Their tongues tangled and the passion swept through them again and he felt his cock start to harden again. He shifted to his side and pulled her back against his chest so that they were spoon fashion. He reached over to grasp the ass plug and lubricant on the table flipping open the cap and squeezing some of the jelly onto the shaft of the plug. He reached behind her and slowly inserted the plug into her body, the residue from the previous application, making her slick. She arched back, moaned, and he pressed the plug firmly to her opening as he lifted her leg up over his thigh and slid into her firmly. She gasped but was too tired to resist the pleasure that ran deeply up her body. He thrust gently but deeply. And slowly she felt her body respond to him tightening around his shaft. Her hips churned and he thrust again and again as he reached around and cupped her breasts, pinching the tips in delicious torture. They came at the same time, she cried out and he roared his pleasure. He thrust on last time as the final spurt of cum left his body. He was finally sated so that he would not be able to take her for a long time. He pulled the plug from her ass and she sighed as it was released fully. He set it on the table and pulled her to his body, his flaccid cock still imbedded pleasurably in her hot sheath . He grasped her left hand and stared down at the gold band that circled her fourth finger. The Balcony "That wife, was the best sex I have ever had or given to anyone." He kissed her neck and then the finger where the ring was shining brightly in the moonlight as she sighed against him. "Yes husband. Thank you for a perfect wedding night." She brought his hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles. "It's not over yet you know? I still have a few toys in the bag." "Mmm. Later. I need rest." And they fell asleep, arms and legs entwined, their breathing, deep and evenly matched. And love filling their souls. The Balcony The balcony overlooked a million lights. Lights from houses, lights from cars, lights from street lamps and even the occasional cyclist. There we stood, you and I, watching the happenings below, in the dark. I thought about you in that quiet of the night. I thought about how I dream of you. Holding you. Kissing you. Touching you. I shift my bare feet, looking at you from the corner of my eye. I watch the outline of your breast through the thin material of your dressing gown. It moves as you lean over, drawing in your cigarette. A Morepork sounds in a tree 5 meters away. Commenting interestedly you look for the bird that I have already spotted. Trying to explain its whereabouts you get frustrated trying to find it. I come in closer to you, pointing in the direction, but my mind already off the bird as I breath in your scent. My arm coming around you, I pull you in showing you the Morepork and touching your body. My hand resting against your rump I squeeze ever so slightly at we converse. You laugh at your own blindness as I come behind you moving you head in the direction of the subject. Letting go of your head, I slide my hands down the side of your body. Bringing my hands around you I rest on the knot holding your robe together. I wonder how careful I can be. I pull on the knot gently, you dont give away your knowledge. It loosens and I see the slack in the top of the gown. Reaching around your waist I slip one hand in to cup your breast through the thin material. Your chest heaves as you sigh. Turning my head slightly, I breathe lightly in your ear as I squeeze your breast gently and I feel your nipple harden beneath my soft hands. Using my thumb I gently stroke the purtruding flesh as your breathing quickens. Your breathing inspires me. It encourages me. It starts fires deep in my belly. I slowly slide my hand away, but only enough to slide it back, this time going underneath the material that was hindering my work on your most beautiful breasts. Kissing in your neck, I take a deep breath and breathe in the scent that is you. A scent of pure beauty. A scent of pure sexuality. A scent of a woman I love emotionally and physically. My lips touch your neck. You open up for me, tilting your head to the side. Sighing again. You mutter a few sounds. Words of passion. Words of wanting. You tell me what you want. You say its what you need. The fires in my belly flare up at the sound of your desperate voice. Your words of passion, of sex. Taking your hands in mine I place them on the railing around the balcony. Pushing them down, I make it quite apparent you are not to move. You are leaning over. Breathing heavily. Not knowing what I plan to do next. Bringing my hands around you again I trail my right hand down lower resting it on your pubic mound. You want me. I feel it. I hear it. Pushing my hand further, it rests on your most sensitive places. Pressing oh so lightly I make circular motions on your clit whilst squeezing your nipple with my left hand. I can now feel your dampness through the sheer material and it turned me on more knowing you are enjoying my touch as much as I enjoy giving it. As the small waves of climax take over your body, I smile. I enjoy your pleasure as much as you. As your hunger gets more persistant, I pull your legs back, forcing your body into a more submissive pose. Taking the hem of your dressing gown I pull it up your body, watching each inch of your legs appear as I move it upwards. My breathing gets beyond my reach as your amazing thighs start to appear. I wish to run my hand up between them to find whats at the top. As the gown rests over your ass my nails scratch softly down your cheeks and down your thighs. Sliding my finger tips back up the inside of your thighs and between the warmth of your pussy. Rubbing the full length of you, I enjoy the soft wetness before I slide in my fingers effortlessly. Feeling your hips move backwards tell me how good they feel inside of you. I place my left hand on your back as I slide my fingers in and out of your pussy over and over again. Feeling your excitement building. Feeling mine build with you. I can barely handle it. You are so beautiful. The way you move. The rhythm you take. Responding to me. Moving with me. I feel your muscles clench around my fingertips. I can barely move yet I do. As you relax again I press my fingertips down slightly, drawing circles with them around your g spot. I get lost in the sounds of your pleasure. Our pleasure. As you push back onto my fingers, I feel your pussy start to clench again. Stealing me. Your knuckles go white, clenching the bar. Your sounds of bliss get louder and more urgent. Your voice is more demanding. The trail of four letter words and you moan my name turn my knees to jelly. But I continue. Your pleasure ignites both my love for you as well as my lust. With a gush of excitement you cum for me. And again. I keep you going for it is what I love to do. My senses are on high alert. My eyes take in the sight of your beauty, bent over, as I fufill your desires, and content my own. My ears listen to the music of your satisfaction. My nose inhales the scent of sex, our sex as we rock together in mutual happiness. My fingertips feel you, the most private place of you, the place of rapture. Finally as I turn you to face me, your eyes full of lust, I take my fingers away and place them in my mouth, savouring you. Tasting you. As you hold me close and tell me your thoughts I smile to myself for it has only just began. On this night, under the stars. And as we walk to the bedroom to continue this journey... The Morepork continues its song.