I arrived at the apartment block dead on one o’clock. My fiancee Amy and I were really keen to view the sixth-floor apartment that over-looked a park on one side and a busy plaza on the other, about ten minutes from the city center. I checked my phone. Damn, a raft of messages from Amy saying she’d been held up at work and was running late. I was contemplating waiting for her in a coffee place across the plaza when a hot-looking girl approached me. She was wearing a short denim skirt, t-shirt, and sandals.
“Is it Zane?” she said, totally throwing me.
“Er. Yes, I’m Zane,” I said looking a bit suspicious I guess. I certainly felt it, being approached like this. She started laughing.
“Haha don’t worry, I’m not stalking you! The agent said he’d given you the key, and that it would be okay if we viewed the place at the same time.”
“Ah! Yes, yes. That makes sense. I remember now, the agent did say there might be another viewer. Yep, I’ve got the key. Shall we go up?”
I’ll be honest. I totally forgot the coffee, waiting for Amy. This girl was so beautiful and she had such a hot body. I just pressed the code for the front of the building and went into the elevator.
“I’m Krystal. With a ‘K’,” she said holding her hand out and smiling as the elevator doors closed.
“Pleased to meet you, Krystal with a ‘K’,” I said, taking her warm soft hand and shaking it in a mock greeting. We both fell about laughing. She was so fucking cute, and her scent filled the small space as we traveled up. My cock was stirring, no doubt about it.
We got to the apartment and went looking around, each looking at different rooms separately. It was a fabulous location and aspect, exactly what Amy and I were after. But the moment I walked into the master bedroom I knew it wasn’t for us. The room was way, way too small. I mooched around looking at the other rooms out of idle interest and checked my phone to see where Amy was. She should be here any minute. But there was no news.
So I strolled out onto the balcony, that overlooked the plaza. Krystal was already there, leaning over the side, looking down. The balcony had one of those clever glass screens. It was pretty much transparent from this side, but from the outside, it gave you all the privacy you needed. I took in Krystal’s body as she looked towards the plaza. Tight and slim but with a nice round ass and big, perky breasts. I had guessed they were a 34C from our trip in the elevator.
She noticed me coming onto the balcony through the big glass patio doors, looked round at me, and beamed.
“Great view,” I said, leaning against the rail next to her.
We stood for a moment watching the people milling around below, engaging in a little sixth-floor people-watching. We were laughing easily, She was a lovely girl. Then she turned, her elbow on the rail, looking at me.
“Wouldn’t this balcony be just perfect for sex,” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s always been my biggest fantasy, having sex on a balcony.”
“Oh, great. Yeah, I guess.” The thought had never really occurred to me.
“No? I mean, looking down at everyone below. Like, they can see us up here but have no idea we’re fucking. Right out in the open.”
I had no idea if the ‘us’ was a generic ‘us’ or if she meant it as in the two of us. Right here, right now. My cock thickened at the thought of it.
“So… what’s stopped you. You know, from doing it. Living out your fantasy I mean?”
“I’ve never had the opportunity. I’ve never been on a balcony alone with someone I’d like to fuck.”
My phone started ringing. It was Amy.
“Ah, sorry, just got to take this call.”
I moved off the balcony and into the living room. I wasn’t sure where Krystal was headed with her flirting, but Amy would be here soon anyway.
“I’m so sorry, darling, I’m stuck on this stupid bus,” Amy said through a noisy background.
“Oh. Don’t worry, honey. I don’t think it’s our sort of place anyway,” I said.
I looked through the patio doors at Krystal. She was leaning over the balcony. She’d kicked a sandal off and was rubbing her foot up the back of her bare leg. Amy said something, but I totally missed it.
“Sorry, honey, I couldn’t hear you. There’s a lot of noise.” A white lie. I had just lost all focus watching Krystal.
“I said that I want it to be OUR decision. I want us to see all the places together. I’ll be there as soon as I can. You don’t mind waiting, do you?”
Krystal looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me. The tip of her tongue darted out and ran over her lips.
“No… no I don’t mind waiting, darling.”
“Aww. You’re the sweetest, baby. I’ll text you when I’m closer.” And she hung up.
I went to look at the bedroom again. Definitely too small. Then I came back into the living room. Krystal was still there, still leaning over the balcony. She seemed in no hurry whatsoever. I shrugged and thought what the hell, I might as well go and watch the world go by with her for a while as I waited for Amy.
As I approached the patio doors I noticed something, bright pink, hanging from the handle. That definitely wasn’t there before. Instinctively I reached for it. I almost jumped out of my skin when I realized what it was. A tiny lace thong. The triangle of material at the front was no more than two inches across. Fucking hell, I thought and looked up at Krystal.
The grin on her face said it all as she looked back over her shoulder. Then, without breaking eye contact with me, she reached down and slowly pulled up her short skirt. Inch by inch her perfect, firm ass was revealed to me. Minus the panties that I held in my hand, of course. She said nothing, just raised an eyebrow and wiggled her butt cheeks suggestively. They bounced with the most wonderful firmness.
I was trying to think of Amy, rushing here on the bus. But all I could think of was how, never in a million years, would Amy want sex on the balcony. It was always in the bedroom for her, and nothing strange or mildly adventurous. I loved her deeply, but our sex life was as vanilla as could be.
Then, for reasons I really couldn’t explain, I lifted the thong up to my nose and took a deep breath. Christ, she smelled good. Krystal giggled as she saw the look on my face and pushed her ass out toward me, moving her feet apart. She had me, and she knew it.
Tossing her panties to the floor, I began to walk towards Krystal, unzipping my fly as I did so. Seeing this, Krystal spun around and dropped to a crouching position, her back against the glass balcony screen. I was almost fully hard as she took me in her mouth, and it was a matter of seconds before I was rock solid, her tongue swirling around my knob before she took it between her lips.
I gasped as her mouth moved expertly down my shaft, taking all of my seven inches in easily, her tongue tickling at my balls as she deepthroated me. I grasped the balcony rail for support as her hands grabbed at my buttocks and her head bobbed back and forth, her lips caressing my shaft as she moved. I looked down at the crowds below, milling around the square as those sweet lips ran up and down my cock. I was beginning to see what she meant, why this was a big fantasy of hers
All of a sudden Krystal jumped up and kissed me, hard and fast.
“Now. Fuck me,” she said and bent forward over the rail, pushing her ass up, spreading her legs for me.
I didn’t need asking twice. I spread the soft pink lips of her pussy with my finger and thumb as my other hand guided my cock toward its target. The tip of my cock parted her easily. She was so wet, and with a little pushing, I was in. There was no need for too much delicacy I figured, and pushed myself up to the hilt. I pulled out and drove back in again.
“Yes… YES…. Fuck yes!!” she moaned as I settled into a nice steady rhythm, the angle of my cock hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. “Yes fuck me like the dirty little fucking whore I am!”
Oh my God. Amy never spoke at all during sex, let alone anything like this! It really fired me up hearing her talk so dirty. I was pounding into her, holding her hips and half-pushing her over the balcony rail, I was fucking her so hard.
“Oh fuck.. Fuck!… FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!” she shrieked, and a few people walking close down below looked up. She waved frantically at them, smiling, and they continued on their way. I slowed down a little, worried we were getting carried away and draw more unwanted attention.
“No! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me hard! It’s fine!!” she groaned, pushing her tight ass back onto my cock. I drove into her hard again, maybe even harder than before.
“Nnnghh!!!! Unngh!!” She was biting on her wrist to stifle her cries as I drove my thick cock into her.
Over and over, I piled into her, with her muffling her screams biting down on her hand. Suddenly her legs started shaking and her knuckles went white on the rail she was gripping it so hard as she came, her juices running down out of her, making loud squelching noises as I kept fucking her.
Her cum over, she pushed me back and dropped down on her haunches again.
“I want you to shoot your hot fucking sperm down my slutty throat!” she said, her eyes ablaze with lust as she looked up at me, before hungrily taking my cock in her mouth.
I stood looking down over the balcony, my turn to watch the world going by as I got sucked.
She pulled her head back and shouted up at me, “Come on! Fuck my mouth! Just fucking use my slutty throat as your cum dump!”
Oh, fucking Christ I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I leaned forward, leaning over the rail, pushing my cock into her face. She was pinned back onto the glass screen and I thrust my cock in nice and deep and fast. I was looking down over the balcony so I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her gagging and spluttering loudly below me. I pulled out to check she was ok.
Her face was an absolute fucking mess of tears and drool and juice. She was panting, gasping for air, and laughing at the same time.
“More! Give it to me!” is all she said, her eyes locked on mine.
So I gave her more. I gave her every last millimeter of my thick hard cock rammed down her throat. I fucked her face frantically as she gurgled below me, big bubbles of spittle exploding from her mouth.
My phone was in my pocket and it went ‘ping ping ping’. I knew from the ringtone meant it was Amy. She was on her way. Somehow, and I’m not proud of this, that set me off. It meant my fiancee was a matter of minutes away and that thought was so hot, that my cock was deep down this hungry little slut’s throat as my girlfriend innocently made her way to meet me. I exploded in Krystal’s mouth, grabbing the back of her head and pulling it into my balls as I shot jet after jet of cum down her throat.
I was done, and let her go. She collapsed onto the balcony floor gasping and retching. A sticky string of my cum was hanging from the corner of her mouth. But she looked absolutely delighted as she lay there recovering.
Another ping on my phone. Amy was closer. Then I saw her, down below. Christ knows why, but I waved. She saw me and waved back. She picked up her pace having seen me. Crap! This girl I’d never met was picking herself off the floor with her face covered in my cum, and my girlfriend was less than five minutes away. Luckily, Krystal seemed pretty nonplussed about the whole thing.
“That was fucking amazing! Thank you for helping me fulfill my fantasy,” she said, wiping her mouth and giving my softening dick a playful squeeze before pulling her skirt down and heading off into the apartment. She disappeared into the main bathroom. Seconds later, the entry door buzzer went and I let Amy in. She arrived at the apartment door a minute later.
“Thank you for waiting, baby. I hope it wasn’t too boring?”
“Not at all. I… I amused myself on the balcony. You know, watching the world go by.”
“Oh brilliant, I am pleased. They said there was another viewer. Have they gone?” she started looking around.
“Uh… no. No, she’s just in the bathroom. Test driving the facilities I guess!” I said with a nervous laugh. Hopefully, Krystal was getting cleaned up.
The next five minutes we used up wandering around the apartment, Amy quickly agreeing that the main bedroom was indeed way too small.
“Bye! I’m off now! Lovely to meet you,” Krystal called over to us from the living room.
“Oh. Yes… yes lovely to meet you too,” I said. “Do you think you’ll be making an offer?” I asked.
“No. I don’t think so. It’s not quite right. Pity really though, ‘cos that balcony is just a-mazing!” she said with a smile and turned. As she left, she deftly bent down and picked up the blush pink thong I had discarded earlier.
“She seems nice,” Amy said.
“Yeah, I suppose so,” I said in the most disinterested tone I could muster.
