From My Balcony [M26/F24] [Anal] [Exhibitionist]

From my balcony I can see the river, the nearby mountains behind it, and the downtown area that surrounded my home. It would be night now, and I knew she would be dazzled by the shining lights. Sure enough, as I led her out, she seemed delighted.

“Woooow! What a great view!” she said, leaning against the railing, her hips swaying playfully back and forth. She was in a long flashy red dress, which I loved, that had a slit that led all the way up to the middle of her hip on the left side. As she swayed that opening revealed more and more of the curves of her luscious bubble butt.

She was playing with me, I knew, and I reveled in it. The bits of her body that were exposed by her carefully timed sways were growing with each bob. When before I could see just the curvature of her ass, now I could finally see where her cheeks met, and that there was no underwear covering it. My growing erection began to strain at the zipper of my slacks.

“Mmmh, are you enjoying the view, too?” She purred at me. That was my cue. At this point nothing could have kept me from closing the distance between us.

A Brief Interlude (Pt 9 of 9) (F27/F29) (Lactation, Shibari, Waxplay)

Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).

Amy came back around the corner with a glass filled with ice chips in one hand, a lighter in the other, and the candles tucked between her breasts and held aloft by her arm. She awkwardly set the assortment on the vanity and looked at Sam with a grin “Did you squirt *milk* on me?”

“Yeah, I-sorry.” Sam returned, looking down and rubbing the back of her neck. “I guess I got carried away.”

“I didn’t know you could do that!” Amy responded enthusiastically, “that’s hot as fuck! Hey, have you ever done temperature play? Ooh, or been tied up?” she asked, the normal sing-songy cadence of her voice still somewhat muffled by hoarseness. She scooped some ice chips out of the cup and gingerly popped them into her mouth.

“Yeah, I’ve played with ice a little, on my own, at least,” Sam admitted. “Oh, is that what the candles are for?”

Amy grinned back at her by way of an answer. “First, though, let’s get you tied up.”

A Brief Interlude (Pt 8 of 9) (F27/F29) (Lactation, Shibari, Waxplay)

Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).

Amy was thrilled to find that her strapon was able to be adjusted to fit Sam, who was now looking down at the 12 inch alabaster cock now sprouting from her bronze groin. The contrast was stark and mesmerizing to her, and she rubbed her hands up and down the length of the shaft, imagining she could feel the sensation of it naturally. When Amy had jumped off the bed earlier, causing her breasts to bounce in a wonderfully enticing way, and opened the top drawer of one of her dressers a length of what Sam could now clearly tell was red rope escaped. She had no idea what Amy was rooting for until she came up with what had appeared to be a dildo with straps. Now she was wondering why she had never thought of something like this herself. As she caressed around the head of the cock an idea struck against her memories from hours before, and she waved to Amy to lay down in bed while she wandered into the dark. Sam wondered briefly if she would manage to knock over one of the candles or a lamp or something with this log swinging in front of her, but she managed to make it to the door of the bathroom unscathed. She opened the cabinet and found the two headed suction cup cock stalagmite from earlier, still waiting at attention. She gingerly picked it up and shut the cabinet and strode confidently back to the bedroom. She rounded the corner to see Amy laying on the bed, her legs spread and her right hand rubbing along her pussy while she sucked on her left pointer finger. She looked surprised at Sam’s find, and offered her a bottle of lube she must have stashed nearby.

A Brief Interlude (Pt 7 of 9) (F27/F29) (Lactation, Shibari, Waxplay)

Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).

Sam awoke suddenly and unexpectedly, and her body stumbled over itself, reporting to her brain exactly why. It was still pitch black, but her lips – she was locked in a kiss! Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and she found Amy’s face filling almost the entirety of her field of view, her eyes closed. Sam lay still, trying to suss out if this was a dream or not for a few moments, until she realized, *Holy shit, Amy is still asleep!* She savored the feel of her luscious lips pressed against hers for just a moment longer. As she was about to tap Amy on the shoulder, Amy’s eyes popped open and found hers. They stared at each other for a moment, their lips still locked in a simple embrace. Sam’s own hazel eyes reflected ever so faintly in Amy’s ice blues. Somehow, this stare felt even more intimate than anything else that day, leaving not their bodies naked but their souls. Amy finally pulled back, stammering apologies, “Sammy, I’m, I, I’m so sorry! I didn’t, I mean, I was asleep-”

“Shh,” comforted Sam. “It’s ok, Ames. I want this. I want you.”

A Brief Interlude (Pt 6 of 9) (F27/F29) (Lactation, Shibari, Waxplay)

Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).

Amy groggily got up and stretched her arms far into the air while lifting herself up onto her tippy toes. Her muscular calves and firm, toned ass flexed beneath her jeans in ways that Sam found mesmerizing as she stared. Amy completed her stretch and sauntered around the partition into the bedroom area, while Sam found her own PJ’s – some cute sweatpants with little puppies playing on them and her comfy hoodie from earlier- and shrugged out of her clothes and into the PJ’s, leaving the cursed bra (secretly, she believed every bra to be cursed) buried under her shirt and jeans. When she finished, she looked up to see Amy standing beside the partition, watching her. She was leaning on one bare foot, the other tucked coyly behind it, with her right arm far over her head, reaching up the partition, and her left behind her back. What she was wearing, however, nearly bowled Sam over, a sheer, blue negligee that must have reached to just above the bottom of her ass cheeks. Sam could clearly see from here that Amy had also chosen to ditch her bra, and her perky, surprisingly large breasts framed her almost-too-pink-to-be-real, tiny nipples and quarter sized areolas while they erected the fabric, forming tiny blue tents that housed everything Sam had ever desired. It was also clear to see that she wasn’t wearing panties and all but a small golden heart shape had been shaved or waxed from her pubic mound- recently, by the looks of it. Sam devoured the sight of her, as if she were starving to death – indeed, she had been starving for ten years now, without ever realizing.

A Brief Interlude (Pt 5 of 9) (F27/F29) (Lactation, Shibari, Waxplay)

Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).

The first thing Sam noticed when she opened the bathroom door was the smell. “Wow, that smells absolutely divine!” she said, loud enough for Amy to hear.

“Thanks!” said Amy, still bustling around in the kitchen. “It’ll only be another three minutes.” Amy bustled around the kitchen with grace and efficiency, seemingly using three or four arms to plate up food. She had made a very nice setting on the small, two-person table, complete with wine glasses and two bright red candles.

“Wow, you’ve really gone all out, Ames! Candles and everything,” Sam mused.

“Oh, yeah, remember how we tried to be fancy and sophisticated our first year in college, and you snuck in those candles so we could eat our boxed food and feel rich? I always liked those days, and I thought it would be fun to do again,” Amy responded, still busy as a bee.

“Ohh, right, I remember that,” said Sam. “We couldn’t think of what made things fancy past candles and having a half dozen forks apiece. I never did learn how you’re supposed to use so many,” she meandered, noting that their settings each had three forks.

A Brief Interlude (Pt 4 of 9) (F27/F29) (Lactation, Shibari, Waxplay)

Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).

Sam turned on the water, which, as Amy had predicted, came out frigidly cold, as if she had not used any hot water at all. She still let out a shocked shriek, and her nipples shrunk and hardened into icy daggers.

“Told you!” she heard faintly from the kitchen. Sam rolled her eyes and got to work cleaning off, taking care not to get her hair wet.

As the water slowly heated up, her motions became more mechanical, falling into their usual cleaning ritual, and her mind began to wander. She thought, again, of Amy, this time naked, standing exactly where she was standing now but bent over and fucking herself against the two headed dildo, bucking her hips back into it, over and over. Sam watched the mental image, as each cock slid into their respective holes, one into her cute, pink pussy, while the smaller one stretched her perfect, bleached asshole. Her hands had begun to wander again, her left massaging her left breast while her right plunged a finger between her folds and teased at her needy clit. She arched her back slightly, as if she was the one being penetrated, and stuck her ass out until it touched the wall. In her mind, she heard Amy moaning in animalistic pleasure but realized that the moaning she heard was actually coming from her own mouth. “Oh, Ames. Amy, fuck,” she whispered to herself, as her hands continued to work.

A Brief Interlude (Pt 3 of 9) (F27/F29) (Lactation, Shibari, Waxplay)

Start at Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).

The bathroom was sleek and modern, which made sense given that the apartment used to belong to some bougie dick. Sam did note Amy’s touches in the towels, at least- pink, fluffy, and monogrammed, of course. Sam had set her own clothes down at the edge of the sink and her bag of toiletries on one of the shelves in the shower when she noticed a circle on the wall of the shower opposite the shower head. A wet spot about three inches in diameter and set just above her knees. She wondered if it had anything to do with what Amy had grabbed before she came in, and curiosity got the better of her.

A Brief Interlude (Pt 2 of 9) (F27/F29)

Read [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wdowym/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3).

Amy’s apartment was **nice**. It was on the 30th floor of her high-rise and had an amazing corner view of the city, now a starry black expanse with small pools of light revealing tiny cars still criss-crossing through intersections. The apartment itself was not massive but very homey. The floors were wood textured with ample rugs, and the space was neatly divided between the kitchen, living area, and what she assumed was the bedroom, separated by those folding dressing room walls off in a corner. There was only one other room, likely the bathroom, on the opposite side. The furniture, on the other hand, all seemed to be sleek, black leather and stylishly new.

“Watch out!” Amy warned, a moment too late, as a large gray tabby ran up and headbutted Sam in the shins. “Lucy! Stop that,” Amy chided. The cat paused a moment before glancing up at Sam in disdain for having the audacity to not be her owner. The cat wasn’t nearly big enough to have upset her balance, but Sam wondered if she didn’t bowl Amy right over.

A Brief Interlude (Pt 1 of 9) (F27/F29)

It was nearly 1 AM when her train finally pulled into the station, and Samantha was feeling exhausted and guilty. She was supposed to have been here six hours ago, and Amy had been waiting for her all day. It had been- what?- a decade since they’d met up? And Sam had been so excited to finally see Amy again that the 16 hour trip had seemed like a mere skip and a jump to be there. The bags under her eyes told a different story though. Still, the only thing she’d regretted from taking such a last minute journey was saying goodbye to her dogs at home and that some moron had thought it would be a good idea to vandalize the track. She was also dearly regretting not getting a sleeper car by the 20th hour, she had to admit, and by the time they had finally pulled in at the 22 hour mark, she was dead on her feet. Zombie-like she stood, the thrill of having finally arrived only just rousing her enough to shamble around and mechanically grab her bags. Still, a tinge of excitement had begun to pull at the corners of her mouth as she exited the train.