Balcony Sex: A Story By Jack

I don't write a whole lot of adult stories. For one thing, Jill is a hell of a lot better at it than I am. For another, I'm usually too lazy to actually come up with a story. I know I should make the effort, as writing such a story gets me pretty worked up, and then e-mailing it to Jill ensures she'll be ready for sex when she gets home. It's a no-brainer. The problem is that I am usually content to let her do the work.

Yesterday, however, I decided to make the effort. Jill's worth it, after all. Besides, the night before last I had a dream that provided the most basic spark for the story, the sort of dream you wake up from way too soon and wish you could pick up where you left off the next time you fall asleep. Inspired by the dream, I was determined to write Jill a story that would keep her from concentrating on work, or anything else, until she came home.

Here it is:

I awaken in the dark. You lie beside me, breathing quietly in your sleep. This mattress is much more firm than our bed at home. Unable to sleep, I sit up on the edge of the bed. The room is quiet save for a faint buzzing sound coming from the alarm clock. It is a quarter past one.

I stand up. Sweat clings to my forehead and the back of my neck. I cross the room to the air conditioner, barely able to see it in near blackness. I turn it on, and frigid air begins to billow from the machine's vents. I stand there naked and luxuriate in the sudden cold. After a moment, I turn and unlock the sliding glass door that leads out onto our room's balcony.

I slide the door open and step outside, somehow not surprised to feel warm air surrounding me despite the hour. I brace myself against the railing and look down at the parking lot two stories below. A few cars are parked in the lot, our rental
included. No one is loitering in the parking lot. Nearby, the hotel pool is also deserted. If it were not so late, the pool would be full of hotel guests trying to escape the oppressive heat. In fact, I am ready to return to the room and the
icy-cold air emanating from the air conditioner when I feel your touch.

You press your lips to the side of my neck and begin to kiss me. I reach back to touch you. You move closer to me, pressing your bare breasts into my back. I turn, and our mouths melt together in an eager kiss. Your hands move down my body, finding my cock in an instant. You stroke me, and as I try to return the favor, you push my hand away and whisper that it's all about me. As you continue to move your hand up and down my length, you lean close and kiss my chest, taking my nipple into your mouth and sucking. Your hand drives me wild with pleasure, gently twisting me in a loose grip. You kiss your way down my body, then drop to your knees and take me into your mouth.

I close my eyes and enjoy your ministrations, feeling the combined efforts of your hands, your lips and your tongue. It is almost too intense, and as my eyes roll back in my head I have to make a conscious effort not to give in to my orgasm - yet. Still, as you continue what you're doing, I dare to look down at your head, moving back and forth. I've got to stop, or it's going to be over very soon.

I reach down and pull you back up to your feet. We share another kiss, a shorter one this time, and then I push you up against the railing so that you are facing away from me. Leaning against the railing, you arch your back and thrust your ass
toward me, giving me a very inviting target. You want me inside you, but there's something else I need first. As I get on my knees and attack you with my mouth from behind, what I want is all too clear.

I spread you open with my hands as I bury my tongue inside you. As I lap at your pussy vigorously, you lower a hand to your clit, your fingers matching my tongue stroke for stroke. You're already soaking wet; before long you're well on your way to climax. As I try to probe my tongue deeper and deeper inside of you, you raise your right leg up onto the railing, allowing me greater access. Breathlessly, you tell me you need me inside of you. I stand up, guiding my steel-hard cock where you so desperately want it.

I hold your hips, the feel of your body making me high. You race to meet each thrust, not content to be passive. Your moans excite me, and as your climax overwhelms you, you ride my thrusts even harder than before. Before long we both come. You collapse against the railing, and I against you, and we slowly catch our breath, then return to the cool of the room.

-Jack