Balconies [FM]

I have a beautifully large balcony where I’ve made a naked sunbathing spot that perfectly fits my Outside Lands festival blanket. I throw pillows on the ground and make a day of sun and pot and drinks and rays… and sometimes a Reddit post. Tonight, I get to be fucked on it.

Mark hasn’t been over at my place for a weekend in a long time. Mainly because his place has an amazing sex room.

He knocks on the door and I greet him in a loose low cut tank top, no bra, and shorts and he immediately kisses me deeply, long and slowly. And I press my body to his. I don’t even think he has the door closed all the way before he pulls my top to the side and starts licking my nipple and then slowly enveloping his lips around it.

We go to a local brewery where our server is a kid everyone in the neighborhood knows. Connor is freshly 24- muscular, broad smile, and prime charismatic charm. He sees me and immediately hugs me. He looks over at Mark and knows I’m on a date and takes our orders. I notice a group at a table looking at me, until one of the young ladies walks over to me to tell me my breast had popped out (probably from my impromptu hug from the beer boy).

“Thank you. My left boob always tries to escape,” I laugh, because it’s the truth.

Later, while going inside to find the restroom I pass Connor and he stops me in the hall.

“Are you cold Jen?”

He brushes his hand over one of my nipples through my top.

“Never cold,” I answer with a smirk. I stick my tongue out and flash him before going into the lady’s room.

When I exit, Connor is finishing up the bill with Mark, and I smile at the sight of them together for a moment.

At home Mark and I smoke a bong load and make cocktails to drink on the balcony. He pulls me next to him and squeezes my ass as his tongue penetrates my lips aggressively. I immediately reach down and pull my shorts and panties to the ground. His hand reaches down and hooks a finger into my already wet pussy. I lean into his opposite shoulder and lift my leg up on the stool.

“Make me cum baby”

Mark starts stroking me back and forth, in and out while looking into my eyes.
“Do you want another finger?”

I nod and whisper “yes please” while he slips a second deep inside, fingering me until I cum.

We move from the stool to my laid out blanket on the balcony floor. I grab my pillows off the outdoor seats and lay Mark on his back.

I unbutton his shorts and rush to take off his clothes so I can wrap my lips around his cock.

The funny thing about blowjobs is that even though I love giving them, mainly because Mark’s mouth is remarkable and the hours that it devours me only makes me want to suck his cock more, but every time I suck his cock and it gets really wet and sloppy and hard, I just want to fuck him.

I do my best to put those thoughts to the side and imagine him fucking me. I pretend my mouth is my pussy and deep throat his penis as far and for as long as I can. And when I think I can’t hold out much longer, he asks me to get on top of him.

I contemplate getting up and turning off the outdoor light, to at least try and make getting fucked on the balcony a little more incognito. But instead I think, fuck it, and move my body onto his, sliding his stiff saliva soaked shaft inside me. I ride him back and forth, his cock hitting every point inside me until I’m a wet mess around his cock.

“Holy fuck. I can’t stop cumming. I can’t stop cumming on you.”

“Fuck yes, I can feel you running down my balls baby. Keep fucking me.”

And I do, until my legs give out. I slow down and enjoy the feeling of him slicing in and out of me. I slowly rise up off of him and go back to sucking his cock.

“I smell so good on you. Do you know how good I taste on your dick?”

The answer is, I taste amazing. I joke and tell people that rainbows and sunshine come out of me when I spread my legs open, and somewhere in a forest a fairy is born. But Mark tells me all the time that I taste like magic when I cum on his tongue. So maybe I’m not that wrong.

He flips me over and breathes me in. And licks me slowly and lightly.

“I bet you tasted great on my dick.”
Mark spends the next unmeasurable and infinite amount of time eating me out. So much that I lose control of how loud I am when I cum multiple times, and my mouth only wants to say out loud the things I’m feeling.

“Oh my God. Don’t stop licking my clit. I cant stop cumming. Fuck fuck. HOLY FUCK. Yes. Jesus. Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” My voice trails into the trees. I imagine my downstairs neighbors with their windows open hearing sex happening above them. And that thought makes me cum even harder.

(Part 2- Mirrors, to be continued…)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/byv6mh/balconies_fm