His hands caressed my shoulders. Then slowly slid down my arms. I let my arms hang by my side. He traced my arms down to my fingertips. Then his hands landed on my hips. I put my hands on the balcony railing.
I felt his hands trace down my hip, little caresses across my hip and thighs. I pressed back into him.
His hands moved down my thighs to the hem of my dress. I closed my eyes. As he pulled my dress up I could feel the night air against my skin. I felt the material of his pants against my naked ass. I could feel the hard bulge that was under them.
My dress around my waist his hands continued to explore. This time he traced the line of my thong to the front of my body. I felt his hand slide under the material. I put my hand on his. He stopped.
“I haven’t done this for a long time,” I said. By saying that he knew I was his tonight.
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “It’s just like falling off a bike.”
I giggled. He was right. I was falling into this. At some point you let go and realize what happens, happens.
I took my hand off of his and put it back on the railing.
His hand moved down to my pussy. I stepped apart a bit to give him access. His fingers touched my clit. They felt hard and strong. The only thing my clit had felt in years were my fingers.
The sounds of the night around me. I could hear the water, the rustling leaves, the soft music. I let myself go to the feeling of his fingers.
He knew what he was doing. He knew just how to touch. When to slide his fingers in me. When to pull out. Just the right amount of teasing me. I started moving against his fingers. I could feel the orgasm building up. I came with a shudder. His fingers in my pussy. His other arm wrapped around my waist to support me.
“Mmmmmm, that felt good,” he said.
He was right that felt good. No, it felt great. I wanted more. His hand came out from under my dress. He brought his fingers up to my face. I could smell my pussy on them. I smelled like sex. He traced my lips with his wet fingers. No one had ever done that before. It felt sexy, dirty sexy, but sexy. He then pulled my head back and kissed me. I loved it.
“Your pussy is delicious,” he said.
I just kissed him again. I took his hand, brought it to my mouth, and sucked his fingers clean. Then I kissed him again. I’d never done that before. I had no idea what pussy tasted like. I loved the taste on my lips mixed with his kisses.
His hands slid down my body again. This time he hooked his thumbs on the sides of my thong. I knew they were coming off. Hell, I wanted them off. If he wasn’t going to do it. I would.
He took his time. Kissing my cheek, my neck, my shoulders. I squirmed against his hands. I wanted to peel that thong off.
He whispered in my ear, “You do have a great ass.”
I pushed it against his hard cock and wiggled it.
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I was soaking wet from anticipation. I whispered, “Take them off.”
He didn’t hesitate. He slowly pushed them over my hips. They fell to the balcony floor. I stepped out of them.
Just then one of the doors behind us opened. A young man, an employee of the hotel came up to us. Dave let my dress drop into a semblance of where it belonged.
The young man came up to us and told us they were closing off this function room. We said thank you, we’d leave in a minute. Then he noticed my panties on the floor.
He smiled. “No rush,” he said. “No one will be by here for awhile.”
He turned and left.
I turned to face Dave. “Oh my god,” I said. “He saw my panties. What must he be thinking?”
“He’s thinking they are where they belong,” said Dave. “That’s why he left us.”
He pulled me to him and kissed me. Now I was really wet. Almost getting caught was dirty sexy. Knowing someone knew was dirty sexy. If I wasn’t before, now I was horny. I wanted to fuck. I didn’t care if I ever saw him again. I just wanted his cock. I don’t think there was a time with my ex I ever just wanted to fuck like this. It was overwhelming.
I turned around, put my hands on the railing, leaned forward and said, “Fuck me.”
I’d said those words before, but never in this context. I wanted him to fuck me. Not like the sweet girl I was used to. I wanted him to fuck me now, leaned over the railing, panties on the ground, dripping wet. I wanted to be fucked.
I heard his zipper. I spread my legs a bit more. I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. He slid it up and down my lips getting my juices all over the head of his cock. I felt the tip slide in. He was either bigger than average or it’d just been a long time since I had a cock in me.
He took his time entering me slowly. When he was in all the way he pulled back slowly. As he buried his cock in me again, I came. I groaned.
“Don’t stop. Harder, “I said.
He stopped. His cock up inside my pussy, he stopped. I moaned.
His hands went to my dress zipper. I felt it slide down. He reached down and pulled the dress up over my head. I raised my arms to let him. He unhooked my bra and it joined my dress and thong on the floor. I was now naked to the night air. My nipples were hard from the breeze.
Knowing I was naked on a balcony. That I could get caught. That a handsome man had his cock in me. I came again.
“Fuck me,” I hissed.
He did. He started fucking me hard and fast. I held onto the railing and grunted. Each thrust pushing the air out of me. Every nerve in my pussy was sending jolts to my brain. I fucked back. I pushed into him. His hands caressed my tits. He pulled at my nipples.
I fucked him.
His fingers fell to my pussy. He rubbed my clit as he fucked me. I came again.
There was a knock on the door.
We heard a voice, “Sorry guys. I have to lock this section.”
I giggled. Dave said we’d be right out.
Dave pulled out of me. I felt empty. I wanted to be full again. He handed me my dress. I reached for my underwear.
“You don’t need that,” he said.
He put my underwear in his pocket. I pulled on my dress. My bra he carried.
“Let’s go to your room,” he said.
“Why mine?” I asked.
“So you don’t have to wander embarrassingly through the hotel in the morning.”
I laughed. We made out as we rode the elevator to my floor.
When we got to my room he tried to grab me and kiss me. I danced out of his reach. I started to undo his tie. He reached for me. Every time he did I’d slap his hands away and tell him to stop.
I undid his tie held it up and dropped it on the floor. I put some music on. I danced in behind him I helped him out of his jacket and threw it on a chair.
Again he grabbed at me. I slapped his hand away playfully.
I started unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled it off of him. He had a nice chest. I ran my hand down it. Again he reached for me.
“Nu uh uh,” I said. Wagging a finger at him.