Erotic Story: In the evening sun

With a sigh, I sink into the loungeset on my balcony to catch the last hours of sun. The sun still feels warm on my skin. I lean back and brush a strand of hair from my face. I was made for these summer evenings. The soft breeze, the bright blue sky, I love it. I gently let my fingertips stroke the bare skin of my legs. A tingling shoots through my body. If there’s one thing evenings like these usually do it’s making me horny. Unconsciously, my thoughts drift off, as my fingertips playfully slide down my skin, along the insides of my thighs. Up, and down again. Every time I let them slide up, I feel the yearning growing inside. I sigh a few times and wonder what it is about the evening sun that makes me feel so damned sexy. Smiling, I let my fingertips slide along my breasts and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. And then I look around me, feeling caught. I’m on a lounger on the third floor, so chances of anyone seeing me are very small. I hesitate for a moment, but as soon as my fingertips slide along my nipples, they maddeningly poke the fabric of my top.

Not enjoying myself and the sun now, would be almost criminal. I let my legs fall apart and enjoy my fingers wandering down. As soon as they reach the edge of my panties, I can barely control myself. I feel the urge to slide them through my wetness and bury them deep inside, but I want to enjoy this longer. I gently stroke the fabric of my panties. Even through the fabric, I feel how wet I am just from the thought of touching myself. Excitedly, I dig my fingers a little deeper into the skin around my folds. My breathing quickens, same as my heartbeat, and I feel my aching longing for the first touch. Just as I want to close my eyes, I look across the street, and spot movement on one of the balconies there. A young man sits in a chair and although I can’t really see from this distance, it seems as if he’s looking straight at me. Normally, this would scare me, but not today. Somehow, it turns me on even more. The idea of someone watching my satisfying myself on my balcony in the evening sun, makes me even more wet.

With my eyes fixed on him, I slide my fingers along the edge of my panties again. A part of me wants to draw his attention and I try to find out if he has noticed me. He doesn’t look away once. I carefully pull the bottom of my top up and over my breasts. The soft air tickles my hard nipples and the sun feels like a warm blanket on my bare skin. I briefly look at my nipples, my piercings sparkle in the sunlight and I can’t resist touching one and playing with it gently. An excited moan escapes my mouth and I look to the side. He is standing now, as if he wants to make clear that he has seen me, and now that I know he’s watching, I throw my leg over the armrest of the lounger and start to massage my breasts.

The crotch of my panties is so moist that I can feel every breath of wind tickle. Through the glass of my balcony, I see that he has sat down again. He’s slumped in a chair, one hand behind his head and the other around the edge of his pants. The T-shirt that he was wearing just now, has disappeared and I realize that we are in a game together now.

I have no idea who he is or what he looks like, but I want to do this together. I turn my head his way, bring a finger to my mouth and lick it before sliding it towards my panties. Filled with desire, I run a wet line from my breasts to my abdomen and when I reach my panties, I take them off and wave them around to make clear that I’m naked below. Without being sure whether he can see my facial expression, I smile at him and throw my panties over the edge of my balcony on a whim. When I look at him, I see him standing again. He curls his hands around the edge of his pants and pulls them down slowly, freeing his boner, taking them off and in a similar movement he throws his boxers over the edge. The game is on. I normally close my eyes when I enjoy myself like this, but now I want to keep my eyes open. I want to see what my solo session evokes. I want to see what it does to him. He slumps down in his seat again and grabs his boner. He moves up and down slowly, as I stroke my fingers along my heat. I’m so aroused that even my butt is begging for some form of touch. When I run my wet finger along it, tingling waves through my body. I rub my clit a few times and then finally press two fingers inside my throbbing hole. I’m so wet I can hear my fingers sliding inside. I start moaning excitedly as I move my fingers in and out.

On the balcony across from me, I see him enjoying himself. He picks up the pace of his movements and I grab my breast with my free hand. I pull my nipple just hard enough. I enjoy the thin line between pleasure and pain. My clit feels swollen and seems to throb as I gently run stroke past it. I automatically press my pelvis up further. My fingers move back and forth feverishly and when I notice that I’m getting hotter and my mouth is getting drier, I pull back my fingers and touch my clit in long strokes. Just before my body starts jerking from a flood of pleasure, I look at his balcony. His hand moves up and down fast, His gaze is on me and he suddenly stands up. As my body recovers, I see how he squirts his juice in waves against the glass of his balcony and I just wish I could feel it. I close my eyes smiling and wait until I catch my breath again. The sun warms my face and the soft breeze cools my overheated body. The sudden ring of the doorbell makes me sit up, startled. I pull my shirt down and pick myself up. When I see the empty balcony across the street, my body just fills with hope.