I had writer’s block this afternoon. Still so much to say and yet, at times, hard to get it out!
So I turned to my favorite man Jack, and asked him what I should write about next. His answer? “Tell the balcony story.”
Ahhh, the balcony story. And while Jack assumes it is a good story, the real reason he wants me to tell it is because he wasn’t there and he doesn’t know exactly what happened. By suggesting it he’s supporting my writing and investigating all at the same time. Sneaky fucker!
At any rate, the story goes, this one time…I fucked Kate on her balcony.
Ok, it has a better start than that. I sometimes work evening/late shifts and by the time I would get home Jack (who goes to work early every morning) and the kids are already asleep. Since my work is close to Kate’s place we’ve come to an agreement that on the nights I work late I will stop by and visit her.
One such evening was a Friday, and a dinner party for mutual female friends of ours was occurring as I arrived. All during my work I’d made a mental plan to be aggressive for once, and not waste any of the time alone I had with Kate.
You see, while Kate and I are grown ass women (who have been in many compromising positions) it is not uncommon for us to get stuck in that transition between friend and lover. My intention was to cut that waste of time short, forgo my shyness, and take control of the situation.
Two glasses of wine, and some goodbye’s to friends later, we found ourselves ushering the last drunk lady out. She inquired, “Hey Jill, I guess I’m headed out. You want to walk with me?” To which I sweetly replied, “Aww, sorry. I’m going to stay for a couple more minutes and help Kate with the dishes.”
If she’d been sober she surely would have seen Kate turn and burst into a grin behind her back. As it was, she said her final goodbye and walked a few blocks down the street to her home.
Alone, finally, with Kate…panic hit my stomach. I forced it down and stuck to my plan.
Kate moved to a side table to blow out some candles and pick up. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist. I’m less than an inch taller than she, but in the right shoes can feel a tad of height on her.
I’ve always had this strange fascination with the back of her neck. I suppose beyond the tits I’d consider it the most favorable part of a woman’s body. Kate has a tattoo at the nape of her neck that I adore, and I find myself drawn to these few inches of her body regularly.
Kate’s hair was up, and so standing behind her, I grabbed her close, ran my hand from her hips to her tits, and kissed the back of her neck. In seconds her breath was halting and caught in surprise. She backed her hips up towards me, and moved in rhythm as I pressed back against her.
After minutes of her standing back to me as I groped from her tits to between her legs, I grabbed her shirt and pulled it off over her head. Still not moving from the same table we started next to, I then unbuttoned her pants and slid them down off her legs.
She then turned to face me, in only her bra and panties, and unceremoniously stripped me.
Unclothed and encouraged I stepped into her space, spreading her legs with one of mine, rubbing her nipple with my fingers, and crashing my mouth against hers. We made out furiously for a few moments – each of us glad to have arrived at our time together so quickly.
Soon it became apparent that we needed to move from standing up to a more fuckable position. Given the choice between heading for bed, the couch, and the balcony surrounded by the cool fall air, I grabbed her hand and brought her outside.
If we hadn’t both indulged in a few glasses of wine before heading outside in the fall air the conditions may have seemed frigid. As it stood, the crispness merely brought another sensation to our bodies. We continued kissing standing up, and then I gently pushed Kate down to sitting on the loveseat.
I climbed on top of her, knowing she would quickly take advantage of my tits being in her face. We sat, me straddling on top of her, enjoying each other’s bodies, warmth, and the proximity of our pussies, for as long as we could stand.
Encouraged by the response so far to my bold approach, I swiftly decided to stand up off Kate’s lap, then kneel down between her legs. I’d many times put my fingers inside of her, and used them to pleasure her to climax…but had yet to use my mouth on her.
And so I sat – between her legs – hesitant for the briefest of seconds.
I glanced up quickly and saw the woman that had come to mean so much to me and Jack, and the person that I had already experienced so many new things with. Without another thought I stroked my hand down the inside of each of her thighs and then softly inserted a finger inside of her.
Kate flexed and wiggled her hips in a positive response. I then spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers and gave her a lick from my finger inside to her clit my tongue trailed. Kate again made a slight thrust approval, and so I continued on my new exploration.
Outside, in the crisp fall air, I performed oral on a woman for the first time ever. I don’t know if I’m lucky that Kate is one hell of a sexual being, or if my own experience at receiving came into play, but I do know that it went fantastically.
With nearly every flit of my tongue and move of my fingers Kate tightened and heightened. As her desire grew she began grabbing at her own breasts, massaging her tits, and encouraging me with a soft, but audible, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
No longer inhibited by my lack of experience, I gave into my instincts and fucked her with my fingers and mouth as hard as I could. Within minutes she was crying out and shaking from the force of her orgasm.
I withdrew my fingers from her and wiped her juices from my mouth a bit, when suddenly she pulled me up next to her again. We made out passionately…her in relief and enjoyment and myself still wound up with anticipation.
Quickly she moved so that I was lying down on the seat and she began to work with her fingers and tongue between my legs. Already hot from the experience of giving my first head, I could barely stand her tonguing for a minute before coming myself.
We stayed for a moment together, feeling the satisfactory heat between us, before realizing the chilly air was winning. Once inside we headed for the shower together…warm, slippery, and satisfied.
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