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.