This is a bit of a long read, the 1st of 3 I wrote ages ago for a friend, I hope it's worth it! Let me know what you think.

It begins with an embrace, and a gentle kiss.

You are standing on the balcony of our room, I've just taken you out for a perfect and simple Japanese meal, and you're enjoying the summer evening. You're wearing the light dress you wore to the restaurant, and you're wondering what the rest of the evening will hold.

I step quietly onto the balcony behind you, and take your hands. You half turn, and tilt your head back to kiss me, as I fold your arms across your chest; I hold them there with one hand, while my other moves up and gently grazes your exposed throat. I tighten my grip slightly, and you press your hips back against me. I'm already hard, but I need to know you want me...

One hand on your throat, the other pinning your arms, I continue to kiss you; you stand on your toes to reach up to me with your mouth, your eyes closed, still pressing your hips to mine. Then you look at me as you bend your knees slightly, grinding your pelvis downwards against me as your lips leave mine. My hand on your throat tightens again slightly, as I turn your head, and release your arms, now I'm kissing, biting, the back of your neck as you reach backwards to hold me, and my free hand brushes your nipples...

I begin to undo the buttons on your dress in the golden evening light, you lean back against me, arching your back. You're not wearing a bra, the low sun catches your nipples, hard against the fabric as I kiss your ear, breathing softly down your neck. I release your throat, and slip two fingers into your open mouth; you can taste a faint hint of sushi still lingering as your tongue begins to explore.

I slide my hand inside your dress, over your breast, and catch your nipple between two fingers - you gasp a little, and bite me playfully; your tongue presses between my fingers, your mouth is warm and dangerous… 

It's a balmy night, we ate early - it's only just gone 9pm. Lightly dressed men and women are walking the street below, as I undo four more buttons, letting the warm air play across your skin, the waning reddening sunlight throwing shadows across your breasts. A woman glances up; her hand goes to her open mouth - she's not quite sure if what she sees is real, as my hand slides down, down your ribcage, over your hips, down your thigh to the hem of your dress. I find skin, and begin to move my hand upwards again.

You reach back and hold me tighter, your hands on my buttocks, your hips pushing back, your breasts pressing forwards, your open dress almost off your shoulders, as my hand leaves your mouth and traces a wet line across your chin, down your throat, and traces a glistening circle around your areola. A mild breeze catches the line of moisture and you you shiver unexpectedly as your nipples harden more. I can hear your breathing quicken as my hand glides up your thigh, bringing your dress up with it.

You let go of me with one hand, bringing it upwards. You clasp my hand briefly, pressing it hard on your breast; my fingers now pushing deep into the softness as your hand continues up further, to my hair. You run your fingers through it, then grab a fistful and pull my head down roughly to kiss you again. As your dress rises higher, my fingers find your panties - then skin again...

I can feel elastic sliding over the back of my hand as I edge it down, my fingertips sensing increasing warmth as they move across the smooth skin, then curve under, further, across folds; you shudder slightly as you bite my lip. You move your feet slightly wider for balance, then grind down suddenly as my hand moves up - a finger slips inside you and then, wet, across your clitoris. A slight moan catches the attention of another pedestrian below, as I release my hold on your breast and pull your dress off your shoulders in one sudden motion.

With my hand in your panties, and your dress around your hips, you twist away from me suddenly; you spin, your back to the balcony railing now, you grip it with one hand as your dress finishes its descent to the floor. With your free hand you grab my belt and pull me to you, fumbling with the buckle, with your ass pressed hard against the glass, the only thing separating your barely dressed bottom from the upturned eyes on the street. I let you finish undoing my belt, and unbutton my trousers; and as you reach to free me, and take me in your hand, I slip suddenly to my knees, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of your panties, slipping them down your legs, letting them pool around your ankles on top of your discarded dress.

I can smell you now, your pussy has the scent of desire, and I bury my face between your legs, my tongue exploring, tasting, caressing. You moan, but your knees start to buckle and your legs close. You put your hand on my head for support, then grab my hair and pull me upright again, so I reluctantly rise, kissing your belly, your breasts, your shoulders, neck, lips. You look deep into my eyes, and take hold of my cock; taking advantage of its natural lubrication, you slide your hand along its hard length. Your hand moves back and forth as my eyes close, then you step away from the railing and push me backwards into our room.

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I fall backwards onto the bed from your push, you leave the ogling bystanders, now disappointed as your perfect ass vanishes through the doorway, and stride into the room in nothing but your necklace and heels. You tug my trousers off completely as I unbutton my shirt, and you sit on the bed beside me, running your hand up my leg to cup my balls while you run one finger up my shaft, to the bead of lubrication appearing there. You smear it over the head of my cock, slippery and smooth, as you feel the hardness in your hand, while you feel my balls tighten in your other. I watch you through half-lidded eyes, taking deep breaths, as you swing your legs up and kneel on the bed near my feet.

With your knees on the bed, and gripping me tightly with one hand, you catch my eye, and hold my gaze as you slide your lips, teeth, tongue down over the head of my cock and deep into your mouth. My hips buck a little, involuntarily, and I go too deep. You gag slightly, you back off, then with eyes watering you plunge down again, and again, your eyes never leaving mine. Now it's my turn: I reach down and grab your hair, controlling the movement of your head. Pulling you back, so you can't quite reach me with your tongue, a thread of drool still connecting us; pushing you down, your throat is filled, you can't breathe - I let you up, and your saliva runs down the length of my shaft and onto the bed. Your makeup is a ruin, but your eyes are still locked to mine, and I pull you up the bed and kiss you fiercely, gathering stray strands of your hair from the corner of your mouth.

You're lying on top of me, full-length, skin against skin, I hold you tight and kiss you while you catch your breath; you can feel my penis between your thighs, and you wriggle against it, teasing. With my knees I force your legs open; now the head of my cock is just brushing against your outer lips. You rock your hips gently, I can feel the wetness of your pussy now, you slide easily, but oh-so-lightly, over me. You raise yourself with your arms, your hair falling down to frame your face over me, and start to push down.

Taking advantage of your weight lifting off me, I use your movement to flip you suddenly, before you can push me inside you. Now I'm on top, you're lying on your back, surprised - I put my hand over your mouth and begin to kiss your nipples. You take my fingers and put them back in your mouth while I reach down with my free hand and trace the outline of your pussy lips with my fingertips. Your eyes are closed as I run a finger down each side of your vulva, then one up the middle - you're so wet that it slips right in, deep, then up, and out, to your clit, small and firm, slippery as I move my wet fingers around, and around, then down to massage your lips again. I bring my hand up once more; this time two fingers slip inside, just gently, then firm and deep. Your pussy is tight around them, as they move in and out, my thumb caressing your clitoris; you writhe gently, and begin to moan. You run your fingers through my hair, then push my head down. I briefly kiss your navel on the way past, and then I taste you.

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I dig my fingers into your thighs, breathing the aroma from your pussy, as my tongue begins to explore, teasing your outer labia, lapping gently at your inner lips and brushing over your clit. I push my tongue deep inside you and your hips buck, then I lick the full length of your vulva, and back to your clit. You are moaning, holding my head in place tightly, occasionally letting me up to breathe...

After a few minutes I hear your breathing change, you tense, your thighs shudder, and you relax. I lick you again, and you clamp my head tight between your thighs; you roll over, forcing me to roll with you - you are sitting upright, straddling my face, and as I look up at your body, you bend over and push yourself down to kiss me again, tasting the pussy on my mouth, and in that instant you push down a little harder and slip the full length of my erection deep inside you. You pin my arms to the bed and thrust down onto me again and again...

My arms are pinned, and you're panting, your breath rough and fierce, your hair shadowing your face in the low evening light, getting in my eyes, sticking to the sweat and the last traces of your pussy. I'm raising my hips to meet yours, thrust for thrust. I'm controlling the depth of penetration, holding off your fire, but stoking it at the same time - every so often I give you every inch I have - your eyes widen, you clench your teeth and grip my arms harder. I can see the blush rising in your cheeks again as I force you up. Your nipples, which had been brushing my chest, now stand out in the low moonlight beginning to stream coolly through the open balcony door. You entwine your fingers in mine, throw your head back and begin to slowly grind. Rocking your pelvis back and forth, feeling the head of my cock as deep inside you as it will go.

Your breathing is in sync with your hips, exhaling as you bear down, inhaling as your pelvis tilts forward. I'm gripping your hands, I'm torn between watching the look of distant concentration in your eyes, and the beauty of the rise and fall of your breasts, as the rhythm slowly builds.

I twist my right hand out of your left, and slip my thumb into the visible cleft of your vulva: your clit meets it as you rock forward and you groan - I thrust upwards, deeper, and you catch your balance with your hand on my chest. I slide my thumb between our bodies, and you rock violently, digging your nails into me.

Faster and faster, now sweat is dripping between your breasts, running and pooling where our bodies meet and in my navel. As you whip your hair away from your face I see your teeth, and your lips twisted. You grab my wrist, pulling my thumb from your clitoris, and clench my hips hard between your thighs.

You fall forward, your legs are trembling as I reach around and sink my fingers into the flesh of your ass-cheeks. I can feel the muscles of your vagina pulsing around me, clasping my cock forcefully as you come - I'm holding you close, pulling you onto me as deep as you will go, while you pant.

You slip your arms under my back and kiss my chest, a sweaty sticky mess. You smile up at me, and once again I flip you onto your back. "I'm not finished with you" I whisper into your neck, then I bite your throat and move up to kiss your mouth, before you can answer.

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You greet my lips hungrily, searching for my tongue with your own, and you reach down to hold my cock - running your fingers down the hard wet shaft, you press your palm against the head and pause, rubbing in a circular motion until I moan and bite your lip, then you reach further, and begin to softly massage my balls. With your other hand you take hold of my shaft and begin  to stroke. While you keep your grip with both hands, I bring my legs up; now I'm kneeling, straddling you, watching your eyes as you work up and down my cock, I'm softly rocking my hips in time to your strokes. Your hands are getting faster, more urgent, and I can feel tension building, but I don't want to come yet, it's too soon. I swing a leg over you, and turn; now I'm lying beside you, but with my head on your thigh, and your head on mine. You can still reach my cock, in fact it's easier now. You raise your free leg and lift yourself on top of me, your pussy in my face, and take me in your mouth, just the head, while you grip me firmly in your hand. You push your hips down, now my nose is between your lips and my tongue has no choice but to find your clitoris and enthusiastically explore the soft folds.

Your tongue is making circles around the glans, sometimes I feel your teeth brush against me, and you lick up and down, cleaning your juices from me, keeping me so hard I can barely stand it.

My fingers are clasping your ass again, your pussy open and dripping on my face, it's difficult to breathe, the heat and humidity are delicious - I need air, but I don't want to stop... You take my cock deep into your throat, then slowly move backwards. With a slurp and a string of saliva I pop out of your mouth. I'm kissing your belly, your breasts, your lips, as you move backwards off the bed, taking my hand and pulling me with you. 'I want you inside me' you say, leading me to the writing desk near the door.

You turn, and seating yourself on the desk, you look at me and open your legs wide. letting go of my hand you take hold of my cock and draw me closer, guiding me into your cunt, then you put one foot up on the desk, the other on the chair, and I push deep inside you, so wet and warm.

Your eyes are closed, you're biting your bottom lip, gripping the desk's edge, focusing on the sensations as I change angles slightly. I bend my knees a tiny bit to add pressure on the front wall of your vagina, and straighten a little to go deeper, watching your face, seeing the colour rise as your breaths get quicker and shallower. You open your eyes and I slip my arms under your knees and lift you, using your own weight to go as deep as is possible. It's really not a practical position though, so I sit in the chair and you set your feet on the floor, astride me. You grip the back of the chair and ride me, now controlling the angle of my cock inside you yourself, edging towards orgasm…

The chair is creaking dangerously as you grind hard and fast, the sweat between our thighs mingling with your pussy juices, making every move slick and easy. I'm holding your perfect slippery ass through sheer strength of will, accentuating your pelvic thrusts; I'm kissing the sweat between your breasts and sucking hard on your nipples. You're getting close to the edge; your rhythm changes - I take this cue to lift you off my lap. 

You're like a surprised rag-doll - you look at me quizzically, then I turn you around, you put your hands on the desk to steady yourself. As you take the weight on your hands, I take your hips, and slide into you from behind.

As the tip of my cock pushes between your labia, you gasp and move your feet apart. You grab my wrist and bring my hand forward demanding that I play with your clit. I brush my fingers down over your clean-shaved pubic mound then down to your pussy lips, stretched around me. Applying pressure with two fingers, pressing upwards, I bring my hand forwards along your lips; my middle finger finds your clitoris and circles it, gently at first, as I thrust deeply and steadily in, and out, in, and out.

Fingers and cock together working in a steady pulsing rhythm, the pace gradually building - you tip your head back, and I move my free hand to your throat. I'm holding you close, tightening my grip as you push back against me. Your world becomes a blur of cock, and fingers, and pulsing intensity; sliding friction, gasping breath - suddenly you tip over the edge; your knees buckle, the air leaves your lungs, and your arms collapse. Your brain is flooded with pleasure and blankness; my arms catch you tighter, I hold your limp shuddering body as you search for orientation while the orgasm floods your senses.

I'm holding you, one hand across your chest and under your armpit, the other holding your weight between your legs. My cock can feel the last pulses of orgasmic contraction in the muscles of your pussy. I pull out - you protest weakly, but I pick up your trembling weight, pussy and armpit, and drop you exhausted and smiling on the bed.

You look up at me from the bed, a teasing smile starting, your eyes half-lidded from pleasure. Stretching, spreadeagled, as though you're trying to reach each corner as you lie there - fully exposed, challenging me with your naked body. I see an idea form behind your eyes as the expression playing across your face solidifies, and you sit up, one leg tucked under. You pat the bed beside you, beckoning me to sit. The moment I do, you swing your leg across mine, sitting in my lap. Your face is close to mine, I can smell sex on your breath - you kiss me quickly, your hands on my chest, and push me over backwards. Catching my hands, you lean forward, and wiggle further up onto my hips, trapping my erection against my belly, and then you begin to slide back and forth. Your weight is on your knees, and your pussy lips just barely graze my penis. I can feel the inner

lips, and where they separate - my cock is throbbing and straining towards the opening of your vagina, just out of reach, then you inch down again, your clit barely touching along my length.

You're kissing me with your pussy lips, teasing, almost inviting me in, but no matter how I angle my hips, no matter how I strain upwards to enter you, you feel the change and compensate, staying on the very edge of penetration. You're enjoying this gentle torture, as you regain your strength in only minutes, and your clit is already wanting to grind harder across the head of my cock, and down its smooth, wet, hard length.

I'm thinking of freeing my hands, to be able to grab your ass again, so as to control your hips' movement; I want desperately to fuck you, the torture is unbearable - but once again you anticipate my thoughts and you sit up, then slide off the bed, my hands still in yours. You land on your knees; you pull me to my feet, and kneeling there in front of me you take my cock in your mouth with a single hungry movement.

Your tongue is searching for the measure of my erection, I'm almost as deep in your mouth as I can be, while you strain to lick my balls - I feel your throat open; I go deeper, and your eyes widen as tears well up. You hold my balls in your hand, bringing them towards your mouth, now your tongue is touching them, but with no length to spare to lick. You pull back from my cock, a long strand of saliva joining it to your chin. You catch it and rub it down the length of my shaft, as you lower your head and take my balls gently in your mouth, like two small eggs. Massaging them with your tongue, stroking me with long slow movements, with your other hand on your pussy, I look down into your eyes and my hand joins yours moving up and down. I can feel the tension building again, and your face looks inviting…

I see a warning look in your eye - your hand slows on my cock, I come back from the brink. This is not how you want it to end, and I briefly feel your teeth on my balls; I can tell you are serious. You straighten, still kneeling, and press my cock to your chest; you spit on it, and press it between your breasts, letting me fuck your cleavage for a moment or two, and then take me back in your mouth. Your hand is still on your pussy, your fingers going in and out slowly, then back and forth over your clit, but it's not what you want…

With a final bob of your head, and a last lick, you pull away from my cock and stand up. You press your body against mine, and pull my head down to yours, our lips meeting with hungry enthusiasm. My hands grip your buttocks firmly, lifting and separating your ass cheeks, while my erection presses, hard and wet from your mouth, into your belly. You turn and place my cock between your legs. I can't possibly enter you from this angle, but you feel me against your asshole. You rock your hips, feeling the slippery hardness slide across your anus, perineum, and vulva. You take my hand again and place it on your pussy, starting to guide my fingers in small circles. With your other hand you reach up and bring my head down, as you twist your neck upwards to kiss me. My free hand glides across your torso from your belly to your breast, and I catch your nipple between my fingers, pinching and squeezing it, as firmly as I think you will stand without biting me.

For a few minutes we stand like this as you enjoy my fingers, my hardness against your pussy lips, gently sliding, while you run your fingers through my hair; I can feel your hips starting to move again though, as your pussy regains its appetite. You want more than my fingers. With a small step backwards and a push from your bum you force me back down onto the bed. Lifting your knees to kneel astride me, without turning, you slip the head of my cock inside you - your juices immediately run down my shaft, and you lower yourself, tantalizingly slowly, all the way down onto my aching cock. You can tell I'm close to cumming, but this needs to last a little longer. You rock slowly, but your fingers are busy. With your head thrown back in bliss, your eyes closed, I can feel the tips of your hair on my chest, and from across the room I can see the reflection of you riding me in the glass of the balcony door; legs open, abandoned to pure lust and pleasure.

You ride with slowly increasing vigour, edging towards orgasm as I watch you in the reflection, my own pornographic goddess. My cock doesn't even feel like part of me, you own it completely, it exists for your satisfaction, buried deep inside you. Your fingers are moving swiftly, expertly, on your clit, sometimes massaging my balls, catching some of the lubrication dripping down. There's nothing I can do except be hard inside you, you are lost in pleasure, self-sufficient, riding, sweating, in the moonlight; but then to my surprise, you pause slightly. You say "I need more".

You lean forward and I rise with you, lifting you off the bed, standing, our bodies still joined. My erection is almost painful, it feels like I've been hard for days; it seems huge inside you, pressing forcefully against your vaginal walls.

A couple of steps forward and you feel the cool dark night air on your skin, invigorating and refreshing. You catch yourself on the balcony railing with one hand, the other returning to your pussy. You're getting close to the edge, and my fingers dig into your breasts. You push back against me as I fuck you, hungry for the end, the sensations building in a frenzy - neither of us can take much more.

My rhythm falters - you feel the change, you know what it means, and you let go, all the pent-up desire releasing between your fingers as you feel my come inside you, a hot jet, I've been waiting forever for this, and you come forcefully around my cock, milking the fluids from me, shuddering and pulsing uncontrollably.

I'm still hard, but I pull out of you; thick semen drips from deep inside, down your thigh. Reaching down, you take hold of my penis, stroking the head gently. The sensation is almost unbearable, and you smile at the shudders you give me. You kneel and take me in your mouth as I soften, licking and kissing.

You pick up your panties from the ground and wipe me clean, then your thigh. You throw them onto the carpet inside and rise, pulling your dress up from where it lay, in one fluid motion. Stepping inside, off the balcony and into your shoes, you raise an eyebrow at me. "Are we going dancing now, or what?"

Grabbing my clothes, sated but exhausted, I follow you, to the sound of applause drifting up from the street.