In a way, this was a classic big-city story. We’d been dating for a bit but were still in the can’t-stop-touching-each-other phase of the relationship. She was tall and slender with blond hair down to her mid back, brown eyes, long lashes. I’m Mediterranean, a little shorter, with dark brown wavy hair, green eyes, and a short tidy beard.
She was living in one of those over-crowded apartments you get near the center of the city, where her room was basically just part of the living room with a partition slapped up. The only reason she took that part of the apartment (instead of the proper rooms) was that it had sole access to a little balcony with a view of downtown. When I would stay over at her place, there wasn’t a lot of privacy, and we tried to keep on her roommate’s good side by behaving ourselves.
It was hard, though, for the aforementioned can’t-stop-touching reasons.
One summer night, we were still up at three in the morning because we were too wound up. Our first mistake was spooning in nothing but our underwear, because the body heat and the feel of skin on skin was not encouraging us to be good.
The next bad move was, of course, the fact that I was starting to get hard, and of course she could feel that through the thin layer of my boxers against the bare skin between her lower thighs. Even just a tiny shift of her legs would tease my shaft just enough to really drive me crazy. She could feel my breath catching, and I could sense hers speeding up as well.
Without saying a word, she reached a hand back and let my cock out through the fly of my boxers, and almost immediately it was pressed against her panties and I could feel how wet they were already. Truly torture. She let my cock between her thighs and held it there, occasionally rocking a little so my now fully hard cock would pass gently over the lips of her pussy.
For a little bit, we tried to see if maybe we could get away with this soft teasing, but already her breaths were becoming more like moans, and with the thin partition right by us we weren’t sure if we could be heard. Then, she had an idea.
She leapt out of bed, quietly slid open the balcony doors, and I followed her. She closed the door behind me, and I grabbed her by the hips and positioned her to bend over and grab the guard rail with both hands. The air was cool and we were both steaming hot, and I tugged her panties down, lined my cock up, and dove inside.
She braced herself with the railing and I pulled her hips back onto me with each thrust, and soon we were fucking full out. I would pull almost all the way out, and then thrust as deep as I could, with a feral grunt. Her wetness was running down my thighs and her thighs, and those wet patches were especially cold in the air.
Pretty soon I could feel her tensing around me and she suddenly screamed with an orgasm, cum rolling down my leg, and that was enough to send me over, pumping into her. I folded over her, resting over her for a second while cum ran down both our thighs.
Then, suddenly, we realized that we were both mostly naked on a balcony in the city having just screamed with orgasm. We heard voices down the block, but no indication that anyone heard, and we snuck back in as quick as we could. Truly a #holdthemoan fail.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jmddn8/i_m_got_her_f_screaming_on_the_balcony