What Katie did on the Balcony. By katie_tt - Sex Stories

What Katie did on the Balcony. By katie_tt

I’ve written about how I used to role-play at being an exhibitionist with my old friend Alex (“How I Started Being an Exhibitionist”) and told you about my minor teasing in public places and my fantasy about making love in public (“What Katie Did in the Parking Station”). In the second post I described how I shamelessly teased Mr Burgess who lives across the road from me. I promised I would tell you how things ended up with me and Mr Burgess, and here it is. And it is not a fantasy. ----- It is a week after the non-event in the parking station. It is another warm autumn day in Sydney, one of those glorious days when the sky is a deep, cloudless blue, a slight hint of an ocean breeze to keep the humidity down, the sun warm enough to make me drowsy as I sit on my balcony, my mind drifting to some places of sweet sensations and gentle pleasures. I have been trying to read a book but it was not interesting me and I have let it fall to the floor. My mind flickers across my old friend Alex, who is away on some business. I never fantasise about Alex because of the real satisfaction we give each other but I do like remembering some of the things he does with me. My last orgasm happened yesterday morning while I was chatting online with a young man in England. The poor lad seems obsessed with me and contacts me as soon as I come on line. I tell him how I would stroke him; how I would let him ejaculate on my breasts, all the things that horny young men like to hear. Of course, I am ...

... not doing it purely as an act of charity. I get considerable pleasure out of it myself, the same erotic arousal, the tightness in my breats and the damp warmth between my legs that occur when I am writing these stories and blogs. Yesterday had been no exception. I even viewed him on web cam, though this is not something I really need. I prefer the anonymity of the text chat, which allows my imagination to enhance the mood created by the words. Also, penises tend to all look the same, especially when they are half covered by a frantically jerking hand. This time, I did watch him. I came as he climaxed, although he did not produce as much cum as I would like to have seen. I should tell him to stop masturbating so often. My own climax, however, had been quite satisfying, my whole body taking part in the last spasm as my fingers plunged hard into the canal of my vagina, and I was grateful that I’d had the foresight to put a towel of the chair on which I sat naked. I come out of my reverie with a start. My hand is on my shorts, rubbing, the smooth fabric of my panties, sliding over my pussy lips, over my clit. Mmmm…it feels good. I love my vagina and the joy it gives me... I take my hand away and sit up, scolding myself. Here I am, a 42 year old woman, masturbating on my balcony, where anyone could see me. Well, almost anyone. I am on the third floor, out of view from the street but certainly visible from any one of a dozen windows in the apartment block opposite. Then again, wasn’t ...