The breeze is a welcome comfort from the rather warm Chicago afternoon. Though, I think we both would agree, the balcony view of the sand and water is more than worth any heat. Besides…I’ve lost all worry on the weather…my attention stolen by the heat of your lovely self, laying in leisure on a stretched beach chair…covered in a robe, lazily drawn over you, revealing your bra and thong set underneath…
Even walking over to you, I caught myself biting my lip…taking you in…clenching the glasses of a bit tighter…before sitting them down on the small table next to you…kneeling to your side on one knee…taking your hand…
“If you’re proposing, you’re taking this ‘playing house’ thing a bit too seriously,” you smirked. Your mouth opened for another quip, only to let a small gasp slide out…as you felt my mouth take in each of your fingers…my teeth gently grazing over each one…before I turn your hand over…kissing up your wrist…leaning up…taking your sunglasses off and placing them on the table…your entrancing brown eyes gazing into mine…
“We might not want to do this on the balcony.”
“Sweetie,” I said, smiling deviously, “this isn’t your neighborhood.”
And before you can retort, I open my mouth on yours…my fingers lost in your hair…our tongues grinding…yours caught between my teeth…as I suck on it…soft moans escaping from your mouth into mine…my hands run down…caressing your body…letting your robe fall to the sides…my mouth moving to the side of your neck…kissing my way to your earlobe…before nibbling it…
“You are delectable, love,” I whisper, “and I’m going to take my time savoring my meal…”
I hear a sigh escape your lips…as you feel my fingertips slowly…softly…caressing your thigh…feeling the warmth radiating between them…my full lips traching lower on your neck…before sinking my teeth in…painting red spots….slowly nibbling your collar bone…
You push me off gently…
“It’s still a balcony. No free shows for the neighbors. Let’s go inside.”
And with that, you get up from your chair and begin to walk towards the apartment…only to feel my arms around your waist from behind as you reach the door…my lips once again brushing against your ear…
“A little pre-show wouldn’t hurt, though…” I whisper, sliding your robe off…tracing my bottom lip down your spine…slowly…my fingertips running down your sides…your hips…you grip the door frame…feeling butterfly kisses on your delicious cheeks…before feeling my teeth…making you gasp…my hands reach over…making you squirm…as you feel my finger gently circle your clit over your thong…your head starts to tilt back…anticipating what’s coming…when you feel my other hand move the string of your thong aside…suddenly…you cover your mouth…fruitlessly trying to stifle a loud moan…when you feel my soft, wet tongue…sink between your cheeks…deep…my hand sliding underneath your thong…rubbing your clit torturously slowly…as I tongue fuck you from behind…moaning into your ass…for moments….but what seems like an eternity of bliss…
Suddenly, you regain a slight hint of composure….opening the door, you dart inside…making it to the bedroom door. You look back at me, slyly smiling…taunting…daring…and with a smile of my own…I close the balcony door behind me…walking up to you…happy to oblige….
[from my short book “Mr. C’s Confessions: Volume One”](https://www.amazon.com/Mr-Cs-Confession-Confessions-ebook/dp/B00PYY9LUC)
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