The balcony where we enjoyed coffee in the mornings was also where we enjoyed playing in the cool autumn air after the sun set. The only building that had view of us was an office that was lights out after work hours. We took advantage of this on a few nights. Two of them I recall, partially thanks to the photos hidden away on my phone.
On one of the nights, Sam joined me on the balcony in some fishnets that covered a pair of skimpy black bikini cut panties that disappeared halfway down her ass. She mounted me as I sat on the small outdoor loveseat. Dressed in a shirt and boxers, there wasn’t much between her pussy and my cock and she ground into me, my hands exploring her body as we made out. My fingers found her nipples and twisted, causing her to pull away and hiss at me, grinding harder into me, ever more turned on. I instructed her to get on her knees between my legs, which she obeyed with a giant smile on her face. Sam enjoyed sucking cock as much as I enjoyed eating pussy, and her enthusiasm made receiving head from her absolutely divine. She pawed at my boxers, but I stopped her hands, grabbing a [zipper](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zipper_(BDSM)), attaching 4 clothes pins across the top of each of her petite breasts. She sucked air in through her teeth, her face fighting between pleasure and pain, a cocktail that fed her carnal desires.
I pulled my boxers down and she excitedly grabbed me cock and laid her face down in my lap, staring into my eyes with a giant smile.
“I loooove sucking your cock” she said in her sexy accent.
What began as slow strokes of her tongue up the underside of my shaft and around the head, quickly escalated to her incrementally taking my cock deeper and deeper, as her throat began to accommodate the head of my cock. As I felt the saliva of her throat begin to coat my cock, the sweet and erotic sound of my cock plunging in and out of her throat filled the cool night air. Each time she sat back on her haunches to catch her breath, cock in hand, her eyes were wide open, full of surprise and lust. She giggled as she told me how much she loved sucking my cock, then diving her head enthusiastically back into my lap. My hands found the back of her head, fingers grabbing a hold of her short curls as I began to forcefully guide her into me. Each time she pulled back for air, the thick saliva pooling on her chin would slowly drip further down.
Around the time that the pool of saliva on her chin had progressed to an uninterrupted stream connecting the corner of her lips to the top of her tit, I started to think about how she’s probably forgotten about the zipper by now. I brought her face to my lap and started to fuck her, this time ending with her pressed deep against my pelvis. She struggled and choked and moaned until I felt the tap of my thighs. I released her and she shot back up, lustful eyes full of tears, her giant smile quickly turning downwards as I yanked the zipper down, ripping four pins from each breast simultaneously. Sam screamed out into the night, body convulsing, a confused look of anger and pleasure as she fell to her hands on the cold concrete, shaking. She was panting to catch her breath. After I noticed her heart rate slowing, I put a finger on her chin and tilted her head up to look her in the eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yes…..fuuuuuuccckkkk! That hurt so much, but was so good”
She propped herself up on my thighs and we had a moment just coming down from it all. I was still rock hard, with saliva pooling around my balls on the weatherproof love seat.
We cleaned up and headed inside. I’m sure we fucked, but the details are a little hazy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10s9aaj/mf_sams_shorts_pt_2_balcony_blow_job