Erotic Story: Better than porn

The sounds of the sea and the swaying palm trees make me sink into the lounge sofa on our balcony. Just as I take one of the last sips of water, I hear laughter somewhere in the distance. I automatically prick up my ears and try to figure out where the sound is coming from. Maybe some people returning from one of the clubs? Or staff? In the distance, from between the palm trees a couple emerges, laughing. They’re pulling and pushing each other and even from this distance it’s clear that they can’t keep their hands off each other. As soon as they have reached the swimming pool, he shushes her a few times hoping she’ll lower her volume. She stops and kisses him. I can’t deny that they’re an attractive couple. Our balcony overlooks the pool and the closer they come, the more I can see of them. As she kisses him, his hands slide over her body and I suddenly realize that they are unaware of my presence. I press myself a little deeper into the pillows of the lounge sofa, as if that could offer me some shelter. He stops kissing, briefly looks around and then pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing a muscular and sun-tanned chest. I instantly feel thirsty again. After his T-shirt he slowly takes off his pants. I hear her mumbling something and see her pulling her dress over her head, revealing a black lingerie set. I hear him softly say how hot she looks. Again, they kiss passionately and before I know it, he’s undone her bra and casually tosses the piece of fabric on one of the loungers next to the pool.

She screams briefly and then jumps into the pool. It doesn’t take long before he jumps in after her. For a moment, I hesitate whether I should go back inside, and crawl into bed to go back to sleep. But when he swims towards her, fills his hands with her wet hair and kisses her excitedly, I don’t seem to able to move anymore. The way they kiss is not only arousing, but also very passionate. My heart rate goes up and I feel my mouth slowly getting dry again. I quietly curse the empty water bottle. After a long, passionate kiss, she swims away from him and pushes herself up the edge of the pool. Her dark hair sticks wetly to her back. In one movement, she turns around and sits on the edge. She places her hands flat on the tiles behind her and wiggles her legs through the water. I can admire her from the side. Her wet nipples prick like two hard buds on her full breasts and glisten in the light of the outdoor lighting. For the first time, I wonder what it would be like to touch a woman. And not just any woman, but this woman. He swims towards her, chuckling. The water sloshes around her over the edge of the pool and as soon as he reaches her, she spreads her legs a little further apart so that he can crawl between them. Between her legs, he pushes himself up the edge and kisses her with the same passion as a few kisses ago. When he lowers himself slightly through his arms, he kisses one of her nipples with complete abandon. She moans softly and I feel my insides starting to tingle with excitement. They laugh and don’t seem aware of the fact that anyone could see them if they look out their bedroom window. Or maybe they get a kick out of it? Somehow, I want to watch them. I want to see what they’re going to do, how they touch each other and, especially, how they enjoy each other. I feel the need to get closer to them, so I can better hear what they say to each other and don’t miss a single moan or sigh. Carefully, I slide closer to the edge of the lounge sofa and watch the sexy couple through the balcony glass. She screams excitedly when he takes her nipple between his teeth and pulls his head back. As soon as he lets go, he kisses the nipple to ease the pain. The way he works, makes me feel my own nipples pricking against my T-shirt. I suck my lower lip between my teeth and watch as he kisses her stomach and slowly sinks further down. She puts her feet on the edge of the pool; he curls his fingers around the edge of her panties, pulls them off and then throws them on the floor somewhere near her bra. She carefully slides her buttocks to the edge of the pool, lowers one leg back into the water again and watches him press his tongue against her sensitive spot.

She throws her head back in arousal and enjoys him licking her. Between my legs, I feel my own panties get wetter and wetter and it feels as if I’m losing control over my own body by the minute. Playfully, I run my fingertips over my T-shirt, along my hard nipples, and then grab one of my breasts to massage it. My breath quickens and as soon as I catch myself moaning softly, I look around in shock. Holding my breath, I slide my hand between my legs. The crotch of my panties feels damp and when I push the piece of fabric aside, my fingers get wet. Waves of heat shoot through my body as I slide my fingers through my wet folds. Just when I want to push my fingers inside myself, he stops licking and pushes away from the side. She instantly lifts her head and looks at him. He swims away from her with a big grin on his face. Disappointment shoots through my body; I don’t want this to be over yet. She stands on the edge of the pool, looks at him briefly and then walks towards one of the loungers and sits down, as if she’s forgotten that she’s completely naked. She sits with her back towards me and without saying anything, he swims to the side to get out of the pool too. The tension in my body rises again as I see him come to a stop right in front of her. Unfortunately, I can only see little of him, but you don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to realize that his swim trunks have hit the tiles by now. My body is so tense and in this position, he only has to look straight ahead to meet my eyes. He moans softly, fills his hands with her hair and from her movements I can tell that she’s giving him a blowjob. I am so invested in this couple, that I even let my mouth drop open a little. After a few maddening minutes of watching the muscles in his chest and the muscles in her back at work, she pulls back. He pulls her up by her arm and positions her on her knees at the edge of the lounger. When he stands behind her, he roughly pushes her forward. She laughs as she falls on her elbows and manages to support herself. For the first time, his hard cock emerges. All his inches seem wet and reflect just a glimmer of light. With my fingers on my most sensitive spot, I watch how he thrusts himself inside her. She moans excitedly, increasingly loudly. Every now and then, I hear him making growling sounds. Horny and full of desire I stroke my wetness. I’m so aroused that my fingers are almost being sucked inside. I circle my clit with my thumb to the rhythm of his thrusts. His wet hair dances around his head and her buttocks thump against his skin as her breasts dance to his rhythm. I can’t take my eyes off them. This is even better than porn.