He started kissing her again, hungrily taking in her mouth then jaw then neck. The tiny hairs on her skin rose and fluttered sensation all though her body, like an electric current, until it settled in her clit, making her squeeze into him even more.
“Be patient,” he whispered and she was suddenly ashamed at her wanton ways. “We’ve got plenty of time.” He soothed her, kneading her breasts then letting them fall causing more ripples of pleasure. He must have realised the shift in her emotion and said slowly in a thick husky voice, “Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you.”
Relief and arousal flooded through Una and she let herself fall under his spell again. She closed her eyes as he started to tongue her collar bone, making his way teasingly slowly towards her breasts then at last, her begging nipples. He suckled one deep, nibbling then engulfing it over and over while tweaking the other at the same time. Una thought she was going to come from this alone and clenched her teeth together in agonised lust.
“I can’t take any more, I need you inside me.” She could have wept with the intensity of need she was feeling and bucked her empty clutching cunt up to his body. Still, he teased her. She grabbed and scratched at his shoulders trying to heave him into her. But still, he denied her. He peeled her hands from his back and held both her wrists in one hand and stretched them above her head. He smiled mysteriously and reached for something on the bedside table; a tie. She briefly wondered when and where on earth this beach dweller would ever wear a tie. It threw her for a second, until she realised what he was about to do with it. She squealed as he wrapped it four times around her wrists then tied her to the bedstead. Una could have passed out with sheer joy. This had never happened to her before and she was taken over by excitement. She was trembling as he continued his attention on her bosom, working his way down to her abdomen, then making her flinch as he flicked his tongue over each hip bone. He stopped and flashed her a dark, menacing lust-filled look before drawing her legs together and grabbing her bikini bottoms in both hands. In one fast motion, they were off and cast aside on the floor.
“I watch you, you know,” he said pushing her legs apart once more, glancing up to see her reaction. “I watch you reaching into those little swimming panties and making yourself come all over your pretty little fingers.”
Una squealed in embarrassment and tried to clamp her legs shut. Horrified, she blushed and turned her head into her armpit trying to hide herself from him. “Oh no,” she whispered, truly mortified.
“Why are you so embarrassed?” He seemed genuinely confused and tipped her face back to him by tenderly cupping her chin. Una couldn’t or wouldn’t explain to him that she’d always been slightly ashamed of her own arousal and to be caught, by a man, masturbating, was just too much to bear. When he’d got her full attention, the look of confusion was still there but he smiled broadly at her. “Don’t you know that to see a woman in such a state of need that she takes herself in her own hands, is every man’s dream? You should never be ashamed of your desire.” He gently stroked her cheek and Una suddenly felt emotional. It was so strange to be here in this intimate exchange with someone she’d only just met, talking so profoundly to her about her fears and making her feel better. It was surreal and wonderful and she was about to speak but he held a finger to her lips. “No more talking.” His voice was suddenly stern and Una melted once more into sublime submission. His eyes were steely and shark-like with determination just like in the sea. He flashed her one last look then leaned down, parting her fully with that expert mouth. Una’s hips rose to meet him and he started circling her clit with the flat then the tip of his tongue. It was heaven but Una still felt tense about his revelation. Taking her mind to her pussy, she concentrated on letting her tension go. As she softened into his lapping, her lust built to a clutching need again and Una realised she just had to grip something hard between her lips. Just as she’d thought it, a digit started to probe at her entrance, dipping tantalisingly. She could have yelled out in frustration but again, he must have read her mind and dove two fingers all the way into her hungry sex, pulsing and sliding as she tightened around them, hanging on and riding his face at the same time. The welling began in the pit of her abdomen, growing and sparking and she floated up beyond herself. She willed herself back into the moment and found her voice, “Stop, stop, I’m going to come already. Please.”
This time, he did as she bid and withdrew his fingers and tongue from her. Still tied, she pulled herself taut on her bindings and he knelt between her legs, his cock gleaming hard against his belly as he studied her open cunt. She cast aside all feelings of shame and thrust her pouting, gaping sex up, displaying her full desire for him.
Lifting her pelvis high, she parted herself wide, tilting her hips in invitation to his turgid shaft hovering so close but just out of reach. At last, he took a breath and leant over into the crook and dip between her thighs. Excitement spilled out of Una as a giggle from her throat and juices from her slick pussy. He held his cock in his big tanned fist and guided it to her soaking lips, coating his head and smearing her juices up to her straining clit. Una twisted on her ties, preparing herself when he suddenly he sank into her, spearing her all the way to the hilt of his thick dick. The wind was knocked out of Una, she gasped as her pussy walls stretched then clenched around him, holding him captive in her fiery cavern. He stayed like that for a moment, slumped over her, breathing hard into the hair behind her ear, before sliding out slowly then, diving back in, this time finding a rhythm and fucking her hard over and over again with every sinew of his body contracting and releasing.
Una felt every ridge of his beautiful cock slide up inside her again and again, coaxing her nerve endings into utter submission. She gave herself over to the sensation building within her pussy walls and rode it as it grew. Her body was taking her back out to sea, and she was riding the swell and build of a wave, being tossed high in the breakers then falling suddenly to the base. Her lover’s thrust was becoming more urgent now and he slammed into her harder and deeper making her feel like a shore to his crashing wave. Una groaned and bucked on her bonds like a fish on a line and sucked at him as she felt the pulsing at the root of his cock. The thought of him about to come inside her, abandoning himself in her, tipped her off the edge and she fell out of herself and into her pussy as she came hot and wet over his ramrod shaft. He shouted out and she stared at his taut expression. He gripped the bedding and thrust one last time, filling her with his seed.
Still trussed up and wide open, he slumped onto her, breathing hard and softly laughing. Una kept clenching hard to hold him inside her as he softened and his heartbeat slowed. At last he rolled off and slipped out of her, their mingled juices seeping out between them. Una lowered her cramping hips and closed her thighs around her sex, trying to hold in their love for as long as she could.
Carefully, he untied her wrists and massaged the whitening ridges where the bonds had been. Blood flowed back into her hands and fingers with a delicious tingle. He lay on his side holding his head in one hand while he trailed the other lazily across her jaw line then down over her body, outlining her frame. Her flesh still felt electrified by his feathery touch but it was more comforting than arousing now. She managed to pull her gaze away from his intense blue eyes and looked out over the bay. It was exquisite with the afternoon sun dancing over the sea and the gentle breeze ruffling the grasses and she was thankful for the open window letting it all in. The long muslin curtains fluttered like the scene from a film and Una tried to brand it to her memory as a seagull’s call echoed nearby. This perfect scene. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt more at peace. Rolling back to face him, her breath caught when she saw just how beautiful he was.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” she whispered and wondered why she’d chosen that moment to say such a thing. “Thank you for saving me.”
Her beautiful lover just delicately pushed the hair from her cheek, looked into her eyes and kissed her.
The Man on the Balcon
y
By Tamsin Flowers
The first thing I noticed about my brand new apartment? The huge double bed, in my own bedroom, no roommate. I was going to do what I wanted in it, when I wanted, with whomever I wanted. And be as noisy as I liked. I was starting to get a warm feeling deep inside at the very thought of it and I hadn’t even started to unpack yet. And the second thing? Although it might not have been the largest or even the most luxurious apartment in town, it had the best balcony - almost as large as the place itself, screened off from the neighbours on either side and the view… the unbelievable view. The deep blue Pacific Ocean stretching away, flat and calm, to the endless blue horizon.
I loved it. I knew that I would be spending hours hypnotised by that view. Red and golden sunsets, stormy seas and dark winter skies, rainclouds rolling in at speed, or the piercing brightness of dappled sun on water. I’d always been drawn to the ocean and now I stood on the balcony of my new apartment listening to its muted roar. I breathe in the fresh salty air that almost tasted of sea water. I knew it, the moment I got my pay rise: I had to have a place by the sea and now three weeks later I was finally moving in to my dream apartment.
“Come on, daydreamer,” said a voice behind me. “Let’s get your bags unpacked.”
Susie, the roommate that had bugged hell out of me and cramped my style, suddenly seemed much less irritating as she helped me empty my cases, fill my new wardrobe and scatter my pictures and keepsakes around the apartment.
“Hey, Charlie, I thought this dress was mine,” she said, holding up a slinky black sheath.
We’d pretty much shared our clothes but I knew the dress she had in her hand did actually belong to her. I raised both hands in supplication and rolled my eyes.
“No, you take it,” she laughed. “It always looked much better on you. Something to do with those magnificent curves and endless legs.”
Half an hour and a glass of Zinfandel later, Susie was gone and I was emerging from the shower with a sprinkling of bright water drops over my shiny, oiled skin. Instead of grabbing a towel, I reached for another glass of wine and decided to air dry out on the balcony. There was a candy-striped lounger out there that looked inviting and I wanted to put in some study time on my new view.
I stretched out luxuriously, like a cat on a sunny terrace. Even though it was late afternoon, the sun’s rays still carried some heat and there was a soft, warm breeze that was making short work of the water that still clung to me. After a few minutes I rolled over onto my front to let my back dry off. The graze of the rough canvas against my bare nipples sent a frisson running through me and I took another sip of wine, enjoying the physical sensations I was experiencing. Putting down the glass, I pushed my liberated tush up into the warm air, allowing space for one of my hands to slip down my front and nestle its way into the dark recess between my legs. Oh yes, this was the privacy I’d been craving. Just me and my naughty little fingers, able to do whatever we wanted.
I could feel my clit swelling beneath my touch and I bit my bottom lip as my back started to arch. The shower water had completely dried off now and I was starting to feel really hot, in more ways than one. A sweat was breaking out across my back and I ground my hips forwards into my hand. I let my middle finger slide down to find the hot rush of moisture between my legs, gasping at the thrill it sent spinning up my spine. Slow down, Charlie, make the pleasure last…
As I withdrew my fingers tantalisingly slowly, my bubble of sensuality was rudely burst by the ringtone of a mobile phone nearby. It wasn’t my own phone, which was inside the apartment; the sound seemed to be coming from the next door balcony on the left. I let out a sigh and reached for my glass of wine, the mood broken.
“Hi,” said a man’s voice in answer to the call. “No, I’m home now. Out on the balcony.”
Could be interesting. I rolled onto my side, angling myself to hear better what the deep velvety voice was saying. It was a rich, nuanced baritone with just the hint of a west coast accent.
“Yes… Just a meeting with the investors this morning. Thrashed out the payment schedule…”
Boring, boring, boring. I sank back on my lounger and tried to shut the voice out of my brain but the main droned on and on about percentages, margins and dividends. I slung a forearm across my face and tried to retreat back into my soft, sun-kissed cocoon. I used my other hand to softly, gently arouse my nipples, brushing across them, stroking and pinching them until they stood out proud and sent fiery demands coursing through my body. I writhed on cushions, letting both hands work on the cherry red tips of my breasts, wishing I could bend far enough forward to reach them with my tongue.
Mr Loudmouth next door was still droning on but when I heard him mention the name of a local bar, my ears couldn’t help but prick up. Mulligan’s was a place Susie and I went to all the time, whenever we needed to kick back with drinks and dancing or when we felt in the mood for checking out the local talent.
“Yeah, I saw her there again,” he was saying. “Okay, okay, next time.”
He paused, presumably listening to whoever was on the other end of the line.
“No, I’m gonna say hello, buy her a few drinks. She’s unbelievable. Curves, tawny brown skin, deep, dark eyes that could melt Alaska.” His voice lowered and I was straining to hear him; this was definitely more interesting than his office talk. “There’s just one thing I want to do with her. We’ll go for a walk on the beach, I’ll take her hand and if she likes it, I’ll kiss her.”
My fingers were starting to do their own walking now as I listened to his plans for his mystery woman.
“And then…” A pause. “Of course I’m gonna fuck her. Ever tried it? Sex on the sand? It’s amazing. Liberating.” His voice was starting to sound a little rough, husky even. I think he was getting turned on at the thought of it. And why not? I certainly was.
“No, I’ll let you know, you can count on me.”
I heard the sound of his cell phone being dropped on the table; I’d been holding back up until then so I could hear what he was saying but now it was time to let things go. I rolled back onto my front and bit hard onto the neck cushion; after all, I didn’t want my new neighbour to guess what was going on. Then I slipped my fingers where they were needed, deep into the aching chasm. It had been a while since I’d had the pleasure of a cock inside me but my own fingers were expert at the job. I ground my hips down to get a better angle and then gently started a double assault on my g-spot and my clit. Sweet Jesus, that felt good, like a tidal surge sweeping through me from deep within my vagina, up my spine until my whole body felt submerged. I let the intensity build, with the sun hot on my back and the rough canvas adding extra sensation. Working with two fingers around my swollen clit, I felt my orgasm building from a long way out, sweeping in towards the shore and I rode the crest of pleasure like an expert surfer, drawing out the pleasure-pain collision for as long as I could. I arched my back, the pillow dropped from my mouth and, without realising what I was doing, I let slip a long, low groan.
Spent, drained of energy and emotion, I dissolved in a pool of sweat on the striped cushions, panting to get my breath back. Now I knew how a long distance swimmer felt as they flopped up onto the beach.
“Are you okay over there?” came a tentative voice from the next balcony.
Shit. Mr Sex-on-the-Beach must have heard me moaning. What if he stuck his head over the screen to see what was going on. I was lying here, buck naked, drenched in sweat and no doubt with a tell-tale post-orgasmic flush to give the game away.
I leapt up from the lounger and ran for the screen door, stubbing my toe on the balcony table on my way in. Fuck! It hurt. I got behind the door and took a deep breath.
“I’m fine,” I called out, sure that I would now be out of sight. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”
“No problem,” came the reply. “It sounded painful.”
“I stubbed my toe, but thanks for your concern.”
“You’re welcome,” he said.
And then I heard the doors close on his side of the balcony screen. He must have gone inside. I flopped down on to one of the living room chairs and sighed. If I was going to enjoy my al fresco fun, I was going to have to learn to keep my mouth shut while I did it.
I spent the rest of the afternoon running errands and visiting the local mall. The bathroom needed a new shower curtain and I wanted to pick up kitchen supplies, food and wine. But all the time, the phone conversation I’d overheard on the balcony was running through my mind. To say I was intrigued was putting it mildly - the man’s voice had been so sexy and the thought of making love on the beach had really got me going. Not to mention the mystery woman. She sounded achingly hot the way he described her.
Driving my jeep along the seafront was usually where all my best ideas came to me and this afternoon was no exception. Except this wasn’t really a great idea. But once the thought of going to Mulligan’s and then following the guy to the beach had taken hold, I simply couldn’t shake it. I had to know what happened, if he would be able to get the woman to have sex on the sand. So I came up with a plan.
Stage 1: I needed to know what he looked like so I would know who to follow. Without him clocking that he was being stalked by his next door neighbour. And my luck was in. As I got back to the apartment and was just closing my front door, he emerged from his, some fifteen feet further up the corridor. I quickly looked through the peep hole in the back of my door and got a fantastic fish-eye view as he passed by; maybe a bit weird, with the distortion of the peep hole lens, but I felt sure I’d be able to recognise him. Swept back tawny hair, a slightly crooked nose, a wide mouth and a sprinkling of pale freckles on honey-coloured skin. A tiny glimpse of something that looked good enough to eat. Maybe if the object of his fantasy didn’t show up, I could step into her shoes instead.
Stage 2: five minutes later I was on the phone to Susie.
“Mulligan’s, tonight? To celebrate the new apartment?”
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