PUBLIC SEX • TWIST

The Girl on the Balcony

I had no idea who she was when I fucked her.

I opened the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. The rush of fresh, cool air was a massive relief. The office party inside was hot and stuffy. I took a sip from my glass and walked to the railing. The other buildings loomed in the distance.

I loosened my tie a little.

“Enjoying the fresh air?” I heard a female voice say.

I jumped with fright, almost spilling my drink over my expensive suit. I noticed a woman standing at the other end, her back towards me.

“Indeed, I am,” I said, walking over to her.

She had long, brown hair. The wind blew her dress to the side, revealing her perfect legs, all the way up the bottom of her ass. She was standing against the railing, her black heels firmly planted on the marble ledge.

“Do you work here? Or are you a plus one?” I asked.

She kept staring into the distance.

“It doesn’t even matter,” she responded a few seconds later.

“Can I get you a drink?” I asked, a little uneasy that I was able to stare so far up her dress.

Her ass was perfectly round, the dress hugging her firm cheeks.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I responded.

“You know exactly what I mean,” she said.

I could feel my face turning red. Did she know? She must have known.

“I do,” I said.

“Then why don’t you take it?” she asked, still talking into the distance.

“I’m not sure. Doesn’t seem right?” I responded.

“It doesn’t have to be right. What you want is what you want. Why deny yourself,” she continued.

Another gust of wind lifted her dress even higher, revealing her white thong.

“But what is it that you want?” I continued the cryptic conversation.

“Spontaneity,” she said flatly.

I placed my glass onto the marble ledge and moved up behind her.

“I’m not sure this is right,” I whispered, placing my hands on her arms.

She parted her heels.

“What you want is more important than right or wrong,” she said softly.

I moved my hand onto her ass, feeling her firm cheek. I slipped my finger under her lacy panties and pulled it to one side over her other cheek. She propped her ass out a little more.

I looked around before pulling my zipper down and my cock out. I was already rock-hard and throbbing. I placed my hands on her hips and pressed my cock against her bare ass.

She used her hands and pulled her cheeks apart, allowing my tip to slide between her warm, moist pussy lips.

“Hmmm,” she moaned.

I pressed forward, feeling my erection slipping into her tight, fleshy canal. Warm and moist.

She moaned louder.

I wrapped my arms around her body and groped her breasts. I could feel her hard nipples pressing through the dress. I pulled out and shoved myself back inside. She whimpered and moaned again.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

I grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard against the railing, the sound of my cock sliding in and out of her soaking cunt creating loud squelching noises, even on the windy balcony.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she mumbled.

Suddenly she started writhing, gripping the railing with white knuckles.

“Ah!” she choked out as her pussy contracted hard around my cock.

At the same time, my balls tightened, and I exploded, sending a massive load deep into her womb. I railed her a few more seconds before pulling out with a plop. She pulled her thong back to prevent my cum from oozing out.

I zipped myself back up and sat on a bench, panting.

“Ah, James, here you are,” a man said as he stepped outside.

“Sorry, Boss, really hot in there,” I responded, trying to keep my composure.

“Not a problem. Ah, you found my wife too. Claire — I’d like you to meet some people.”

My heart sank.

“Sure,” she said, turning around for the first time.

I immediately recognised her face from the photos in my boss’ office.

She winked at me as she followed him back inside.

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