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Out On The balcony
by Angela Young (angelayoung2020@yahoo.com)

***

Meeting for drinks on Marc's balcony during the 
beginning of a heat-wave lead to taunting, undressing, 
reluctant exhibitionism and more. (MF, exh)

***

Author's note: This is a sequel to another story I 
wrote years ago. You don't need to read that one to 
understand this one, though. Characters are introduced 
and they have sex on their first date, which is not 
their typically their style. It's not literature, but I 
enjoyed writing it. Have fun reading.

***

Hi, my name's Angela. A few years back I confessed to 
this forum an adventure with Marc, an old high school 
friend I met at the gym. I got responses from people 
wondering if anything else happened between us. 

It had been several weeks since my last date with Marc, 
so his e-mail inviting me over to his place for drinks 
came something out of the blue. He must have realized 
that, since he briefly apologized for the radio 
silence, and asked me for a quick reply with my phone 
number so he could talk to me. 

Being a good girl, I didn't reply right away of course. 
Being a little bit of a not-so-good girl, I agreed to 
come over. I didn't give him my phone number, I always 
feel awkward on the phone. It makes me feel all school-
girlish, talking to someone I can't see. I guess it has 
something to do with having trouble guessing a person's 
mood or intent without the visual interaction. 

Not that it would be hard to guess Marc's intent. Our 
previous and only date had been mostly sexual. I'm not 
*that* kind of girl, usually. I've only been with three 
guys in my life, and the other two were back in 
college. That date with Marc was actually more an 
accidental meeting in the gym, and the conversation had 
turned to people's sexual patterns. Marc had managed to 
get me to admit that one of the main reasons girls like 
me don't give in to their desires, is because they fear 
being looked on as cheap. 

The night had turned out to be very intense and 
memorable, and Marc had admitted to me he was as 
surprised about the outcome as I was. Still, it was 
clear this wasn't leading to a relationship. The weeks 
of silence between us made that clear. I was very 
curious what he was up to, and I for my part I wasn't 
willing to go along with just anything.

Saturday morning I got another e-mail from Marc, with 
instructions on how to get to his apartment, and the 
suggestion to bring a bikini or swimsuit, since his 
balcony faced south and would be very sunny. As for the 
directions, I can use Google maps of course. But as for 
the bikini suggestion, I was a bit annoyed at his 
obvious ploy to get me to flash my assets. Sure, it was 
hot outside, but I wasn't planning on being easy today. 
I decided to go with a black tank top and shorts, Lara 
Croft style. He would have to settle for bare shoulders 
and just half an inch of cleavage. 

But when I stepped out of my air-conditioned car and 
walked over to his building, and felt the sun scorching 
down on me, I felt a slight regret. This wasn't just an 
ordinary sunny day, it felt like the first day of a 
genuine heat wave. Black had been a bad choice, and I 
felt myself getting sweaty already. But I decided that 
Marc at the very least had to be shirtless, and he was 
pleasant to look at of course. This might become a nice 
day after all.

Marc was very friendly, and he had prepared ice cold 
drinks. As I expected, he was shirtless and I had to 
try not to stare. He had been in on his balcony for 
some time apparently, since apart from being nicely 
bronzed some sweat glistened on him here and there. He 
was quite a sight to behold, and I almost felt sorry 
for not bringing my bikini so I could return the favor. 
We chatted a little about what we both had been doing 
the last few weeks, but the conversation remained very 
casual. 

There were numerous awkward silences, as if we both 
were looking for something to say, or didn't want to 
talk about what *was* on our minds. My guess was that's 
what happens to people who've had sex. During another 
awkward silence, Marc picked up the glasses and 
refreshed our drinks. While he was back inside, I 
peeked at myself and saw beads of sweat trickling in my 
cleavage. Somehow I managed to make even this thing 
look sexy. 

As Marc walked back onto the balcony with our drinks, 
he glanced at me, and said: "You look hot, don't you 
want to change into a swimsuit or something?" I shook 
my head, saying: "Sorry, I didn't bring one. I'll be 
fine." 

"Are you sure? Black isn't the best color for the sun, 
and you can always work on your tan." Marc replied. "I 
mean, you can take the top off, I wouldn't mind. And 
it's not like this balcony is on display."

I smiled at his remark, I guess this was the start of 
us flirting. I looked around to the other balconies. 
The neighbors wouldn't be able to see much because 
there were panels between the balconies. Also, because 
the apartments were quite big, they were a few meters 
apart. Two upstairs neighbors to the side might get a 
good look at me, if they bothered to look over the edge 
of their balcony. And as for the apartment building 
across the street, it was over a hundred yards away; 
someone would have to use binoculars. I supposed it 
would be possible to take off the top. 

"As you can see, the other side would need eagle eyes 
or a telescope. And the neighbors aren't a problem at 
all. You could also go topless for an even tan, if you 
like." Marc added. My reservations against stripping 
grew a little; he was being a bit too obvious to get me 
naked. I tried looking angry at Marc, and shook my 
head. "Oh no, mister. I'm not falling for that one." My 
angry look failed, and I giggled. Then we both laughed 
out loud. 

"Seriously, what's the big deal?" Marc had recovered, 
and continued his efforts. "I mean, it's more 
comfortable and good for your tan. Also, I've already 
seen your boobs naked. They look great, honestly, and I 
like looking at them I'll admit that. But there's 
nothing to worry about." He gave me an honest smile, 
and together with the compliment I almost melted. I'm 
self conscious about my boobs, but I can always take a 
compliment. I was ready to give in now, but I had an 
idea to make it a little more interesting. 

"If you're so sure about your balcony being safe to 
undress, why don't you take off those shorts, first?" I 
asked him with a devilish grin. That certainly caught 
him off guard, and for a moment he was speechless. Then 
his grin returned, and he agreed with me. He took off 
his shorts without much ceremony, and the next moment 
he was standing before me completely naked. 

I couldn't help staring a moment at the newly exposed 
flesh, his dick was limp but it still reminded me of 
the ample size it could grow into. His balls hung low, 
bigger than I remembered. I swallowed, and I repressed 
a thought about what now almost certainly lay ahead. I 
managed to get a grip of myself, and saved myself with 
a joke: You could use a little tan improvement 
yourself, white boy."

He didn't reply, and just smiled at me as he waited. It 
was my turn, apparently. I got up and took off my 
shorts, then I peeled of my top. Reaching behind my 
back with a shy smile, I unclasped my bra and it fell 
to the ground too. I piled up my clothes, and sat down 
on the bench again, naked except for my panties. Marc 
picked up a bottle of sun lotion, and said while 
pointing at my big, naked and very white boobs: "Now 
that's one place you don't want sunburn. Would like me 
to put some oil on you?" 

Wow, we were moving at record speed, so it seemed. One 
moment he wanted me topless for tanning purposes, the 
next he was aiming to get a handful. I reached out and 
took the bottle from him. "No thanks, I can manage. I 
opened the bottle and applied ample amounts of oil to 
other hand, my neck and shoulders and the tops of my 
boobs. I began rubbing my arms, neck and shoulders, and 
then I realized that there was probably no way I could 
seriously rub my boobs without making it an erotic 
display for Marc. 

I stopped for a moment, and glanced at him. He was 
enjoying the view apparently, smiling at me. I used the 
pause to apply more oil, and decided to do it properly 
then. I began massaging the oil into my breasts, making 
slow circular movements, all the time looking directly 
at Marc. He was no longer trying to decently look at my 
eyes; I had captivated his glance with my massaging 
movements. 

The effect was fascinating. His limp dick made a 
twitch, then another, and then another. It began to 
swell slowly, getting longer and thicker. It began 
lifting itself to an upright position, all the time 
getting thicker and longer. Meanwhile, I could see his 
balls which had been hanging low until now, being 
pulled tight against his body. This made them look even 
bigger, I could swear they were the size of small 
chicken eggs. His dick had reached its maximum girth, 
and its swelling in length had made the foreskin draw 
back, revealing the purplish-red head. It was as big as 
I remembered, seeing it swell from beginning to end was 
a fascinating view, and I was getting seriously turned 
on by this. 

Finally, his erection was complete. I can't remember 
ever seeing a man looking more sexual than this, Marc 
with his muscular torso, fully erect penis with the 
head now completely revealed, a drop of pre-cum forming 
at the tip, and his balls swollen and drawn up tight. 
If I had doubts about whether we would have sex again 
today or not, they were gone now. 

I stopped massaging my breasts, and waited for Marc's 
next move. If he would pick me up and take me to the 
bedroom there would be no protests from me. Instead, 
Marc picked up the bottle of tanning oil. He kneeled 
next to me on the bench on one knee, and applied more 
oil to my boobs. 

"You missed a spot," he whispered, as he began 
massaging more oil into my already very sun-protected 
breasts. His position caused his penis to dangle right 
in front of me. I took it in my hand without thinking, 
and began sliding my slippery hand up and down its 
length. My free hand cupped his balls, confirming their 
size and swollenness. I gave them a light squeeze and 
Marc groaned in return.

Slowly as to not lose my grip on his dick, he sat down 
next to me, bent over me and started kissing me slowly 
but deeply. One hand was still massaging my breast, but 
the other one moved down into my panties and found my 
very wet pussy. He began slowly rubbing my opening and 
my clit, and I moaned in delight. Then, as he paused a 
moment to shift his position, I realized we were well 
on our way to have sex on his balcony. That snapped me 
out of my trance for a moment, and I glanced around. 
Still no neighbors around, and I still couldn't see any 
detail across the street. Safe for now. but I decided I 
wasn't going to risk it.

Not wanting to spoil the moment, I decided not to ask 
Marc to go inside, but instead I applied both my hands 
which were still slick with oil to his now throbbing 
penis, en began sliding them up and down the entire 
length. He responded to my movements, and I quickly 
increased both speed and pressure. I was going to make 
him come in my hands now to 'get the edge off', then we 
could always move into the apartment for some serious 
lovemaking. 

I was well on my way too, and Marcs breathing was 
shortening and he was pumping his dick into my hands. 
But at the same time, he was working on me too. He 
shifted position with his fingers, then withdrew from 
my pussy and applied his thumb in circular motions 
directly to my clit. I gasped in response, and 
momentarily lost grip of his penis. Then I recovered, 
and got back to jacking him off. 

It was a race then. Marc was close, but he was working 
me towards an earthquake of an orgasm, and fast. I 
broke the kiss, and looked at his penis. It was 
throbbing, pre-cum was streaming from its tip, and I 
couldn't imagine he was going to last much longer. Marc 
groaned deeply, and for a moment I thought I had 'won', 
then the pressure on my clit became too much and my 
orgasm exploded on me. I groaned out loud and began 
bucking my hips. I lost my grip on his penis 
completely, and Marc grunted in obvious disapproval. I 
reached back out with one hand, but my orgasm was just 
getting started. 

I began shuddering and moaning as wave after wave of 
pleasure swept away my control. Marc was at least being 
the good sport and continued working on me. For what 
must have been a full minute I climaxed with his thumb 
working on my clit. In the sparse moments I could open 
my eyes I could see Marc sitting bent over me, his rock 
hard throbbing dick still dangling in front of me.

I felt my orgasm slowly subsiding, and Marc felt it 
too. Softly but firmly he pushed me on my back. In a 
quick move he removed my panties. He pushed one of my 
legs over the back of the bench, and pushed the other 
one aside. I resisted, I didn't want to have sex out 
here on the balcony! But I was weak, and Marc ignored 
my resistance. I guess I couldn't really blame him, 
being so close to coming. He positioned himself in 
front of my opening, and guided the head of his 
throbbing dick. I felt the tip enter me, and then he 
paused for a moment. I was amazed at his control, being 
so close to climax, but he waited for several seconds 
with the tip of his dick inside me, and I could feel 
the throbs. Then he began pushing slowly in, and slowly 
out. 

Last time it had been a tight fit, but I was extremely 
wet and he pistoned in deeper with each thrust. I could 
feel myself stretching, and taking him completely. 
After several thrusts he had entered me completely, and 
he began to thoroughly fuck me. He withdrew his dick 
completely each time, then buried it inside me with 
each slow but powerful thrust. It was an incredible 
sensation, and I was lost in a blissful state. But when 
I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see we were being 
looked at!

One of Marc's upstairs neighbors had a view on us from 
their balcony, and a middle aged couple was looking at 
us. For one moment I froze, but even from this distance 
I could see they weren't too shocked but were very much 
enjoying the experience. I looked at Marc, and he was 
smiling a very happy smile at me. There was no way I 
could stop him now anyway, so I smiled back and 
encouraged him to go on. 

For minutes Marc managed his deep thrusts, then as his 
own climax was building again, he penetrated me fully 
again and began making short, quick strokes deep inside 
me. Then I felt him becoming irregular in his thrusts, 
his penis swelled even more inside me, and I could feel 
him climaxing inside me. He groaned out load and 
shuddered against me. I felt him spurt his load again 
and again, until he finally stopped. He was still hard, 
and he resumed softly pushing in and out until I felt 
him softening, and then he withdrew. He collapsed next 
to me on the bench, and I looked up towards the other 
balcony. The other couple was gone; maybe they were 
inspired and had gone inside. In any case, we were 
alone again. 

We lay against each other, nude and exhausted for the 
moment. No words were spoken for some time. Then, as I 
traced my finger along his now limp penis, I said: 
"That was really fascinating, seeing it grow from small 
to big."

Men can't take compliments about their equipment 
without a response. His penis twitched. He smiled, and 
replied: "Looking at you does that to me." But we were 
both looking at his penis as it swelled to full size 
again. When it was fully erect again, Marc got up and 
lifted me in his strong arms, carrying me inside. 

For the couple on the other balcony, the show was over. 
But our show had just gone through the first act.

END

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