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

What Katie did on the Balcony. By katie_tt

... but never before have I experienced the pleasure and joy I felt when she was cumming on my face. I slap her bare buttock. “Go on, you had better go look after your b*****r. But have a shower first. You smell like - like someone who has just had monumental sex.” I watch as she showers and gets dressed. She is so lovely, so sexy, dressed and undressed. Will we fall in love as we get to know each other? Part of me wants to, but there is that other part which wants no more entanglements, no unhappy end to an affair. And what of her b*****r? That sad man, whom I can still only think of as Mr Burgess. Where would he fit in if things developed between me and Evie? She is so devoted to him and I would not want to destroy that devotion. Inevitably he would be part of our relationship. I watch her walk back to her b*****r. Why am I crying? An hour ago I didn’t know that this woman even existed. Can it be that I have fallen in love with her? I have spent almost my whole adult life denying the existence of “love” as a unique entity. Sexual attraction, intellectual compatibility, companionship, caring - yes, I have felt all of those things and more, but this sudden need just to be with someone, not wanting her to be out of my sight - is this love? I miss Alex. I can share these thoughts with him. He will help me understand. Dear reader, If you have read my writings before you will know that I get carried away while writing. Yes, I was touching myself and made myself cum as I remembered and wrote about that first encounter with Evie. But now I have tears in my eyes as I did at the end of the story. I know I promised to tell you how things went with Mr Burgess, but because it concerns Evie it will be a while before I can write about it. Be patient. And I have other memories, other stories to tell. I wanted her. How will it end?