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She slides open the balcony door and steps out. The view from the tenth floor is perfect: the beach is right there and stretches out towards the sapphire blue water and then, beyond that, nothing. The horizon seems to promise endless adventure. Heather inhales deeply the smell of the ocean and feels a sort of calm overcome her that can only be described as peace.
There’s all sorts of people down below. The beach is crowded. The sidewalks are crowded. Heather is feeling herself become more and more impulsive day by day and without even thinking the girl reaches behind her to undo the strings of her bikini top and simply lets it fall to the ground at her feet. Her breasts, once free, hang only slightly and the pink of her nipples shines in the warm sun. It excites her, the idea that anyone below could glance up and see her there. Her eyes scan for someone, anyone who might be looking.
No luck this time, at least that she knows. It doesn’t matter. The fantasy of getting spied on is enough to have her feeling gooey down below. She’s surprised it hasn’t lost its appeal yet, the excitement of being exposed, given she’s been indulging in it frequently as of late, but she still feels a high every time.
And she had felt a high, too, when thinking about her, Anna and Nikki all naked in the king-size bed, tanned bodies wrapped around one another, a mess of limbs and wet kisses and fingers prying in places that, to date, Heather has only let Alan really explore in full. Where the thought had even come from she doesn’t know. She considers herself straight, hell, very straight even. She’s not ashamed to say she loves cock and all that it provides her in life.
But the attraction is there, she realizes. God is it there.
Without Heather even realizing it, her thighs have begun to rub together. Her genitals feel tingly and beg for a bit of relief and though her friends are just back in the room she can’t resist slipping her left hand down her slim tummy and into her shorts. Her bikini bottoms worn underneath are soaked, she finds, and peel wetly away from her labia when she slips her hand into them.
That first landfall of her fingers touching her pink lips is pure heaven. It’s made all the better by the idea that, again, anyone below could see her through the metal bars that comprise the guardrail of the balcony. Feeling ever bolder by the prospect of an audience, Heather uses her free hand to cup her right breast and give it a playful squeeze before her thumb and forefinger go to work at tweaking her already hard nipple like a radio dial.
She gasps, moans then bites her lower lip in an effort to keep noise to a minimum. Her middle finger glides up her slit and peels back the hood of her clitoris before quickly going to work on rubbing circles around the tough little nub.
Heather had come out here to let her blush subside and now her entire face is burning.
“F-fuck,” she gasps, unable to hold it back. Her lungs hurt from holding her breath but the feeling she’s giving herself is too great to stop and catch it.
Then, her eyes, ever scanning the crowds below in an effort to find someone, anyone who might be watching her, hit pay dirt. A guy is sitting on a bench with a woman that Heather can only assume is his wife and while the woman is concentrating on a baby stroller he’s staring up at her through his sunglasses, a look of shock and awe on his face.
That’s all it takes. Heather practically sobs as her orgasm rocks her body, legs trembling and threatening to give out as she continues to pinch her nipple and frantically mash her abused clitoris throughout her climax.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/znwdzz/balcony_masturbation_f18_public_exhibitionism