A Balcony, a Tropical Breeze, and Emily's Tongue

It’s one thing having a little outdoor naked fun in an area you know well, and quite another when you don’t know the area and have no idea who can see you or from where. 

We are renting a villa in a small gated compound of five similar properties. They’re high-end and well spaced out. Two are lived in by the owners, while three are rented to people like us. 

She led me by the hand onto the balcony, both of us as naked as the day we were born. The intricate wrought iron balustrade did almost nothing to hide our modesty and the night air wrapped us both in a blanket of warm, humid, nipple-hardening luxury.

Emily had her back to the ironwork and she held me close and kissed me into dizziness. Then she kissed down my body, her tongue following the tiny rivulets of sweat until she was kneeling, wide-kneed at my feet. I felt her hands on my hips as she gently pulled me towards her. Tilting my pelvis towards her waiting tongue is as natural for me as breathing, and I felt that sweet moment of contact as she began to lap at my rapidly wetting slit. 

My slit, my gash, my labia, my vulva - call it what you will…for it is legion and has many names. After three nights of unspeakably romantic lovemaking, I was in the mood for something more raunchy, something more base - maybe even something humiliating. I felt her finger penetrate me and moaned in acquiescence. Both my hand gripped the railing now as electricity coursed through me. 

“Look to your right.” Emily has the ability to lick my clit and speak almost with no interruption to her rhythm. I obeyed her and saw a man on the balcony of the villa opposite and to our right. One of the permanent residents. He too looked like he was naked, and he also looked like he was masturbating as he watched us. 

Emily began teasing my bum with a finger…she knows precisely how to keep me on the absolute point of orgasm yet not let me go over. It is sweet agony indeed. As I watched this unknown man, a young woman joined him. He pointed in our direction and she looked at us, well, me. It must have been obvious what was going on. Sound really carries here, and we can hear conversations from the furthest villa. 

She allowed herself to be wrapped in his arms from behind, and I knew his hard cock must have been pressing against her bum. One of my favourite ways of being fucked. She leaned forward, her elbows on the railings and he obviously entered her from behind, although whether vagina or bum I have no way of knowing. 

Emily was playing her orchestra between my legs and soon, I knew, I would lose all control and an orgasm would tear my soul apart.  My world exploded. Shards of light, colour and mirror-like reality spun around me and I came strongly. 

I squirted copiously, as evidenced by the sheen her body had when she stood beside me. As I got somewhat shakily to my feet, I noticed ‘Mike’ lying casually on the glass topped table. Clearly, Em had brought it with her or placed it there earlier - either way, I knew it was for her and not me tonight. Stepping into the panties that ‘Mike’ is attached to is sexy in and of itself. By the time I’d pulled them up, Emily was leaning bent over on the railing, her perfect tight bum sticking out in my direction. Fuck, but she looked so desirable. Sliding ‘Mike’ up her was simple, wet as she was, but after only a few movements inside her she shuttered “No. Not there. You know where.” So I pulled out of her vagina and pushed a glistening ‘Mike’ gently but firmly up her bum. It takes a while to get him fully in there, but the pleasure it gives Em is undisputed. Given that she isn’t into guys, the use of a strap-on on her has always mystified me. Oh, she clearly enjoys it, no doubts there, but why this piece of plastic rather than a real cock? 

Fucking her is always a delight, as it is when she does me. I reached around her but found that her hand was already busy on her clit. The couple watching us must have seen my thrusts, but they were engaged in their own movements. At one point, the man looked, or seemed to look directly into my eyes. I shot a smile at him which he returned. 

Emily needed something from me though, something I wasn’t providing. “Hurt me.” I raised my hand and slapped her bum…hard. Very hard, actually, enough to raise finger-shaped welts. “Again.” Another slap landed in exactly the same place. “Harder”. This time I hit her so hard it hurt my hand.

It made her cum though. Her head came back, her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ and I both felt and heard the wetness as it left her and splashed on my legs and the paving stones. 

We walked back into the bedroom where we showered together, before climbing onto the king-sized bed. No need for pjs or anything. It’s way too hot and humid here. 

I wanted more though, and, as usual, Emily simply knew. Although I gave her no outward sign or word, she simply knew. She climbed on top of me and I opened my legs for her. She began kissing me tenderly and slowly got into a rhythm. Oh she has fucked me with ‘Mike’ many, many times, but equally, sometimes he isn’t needed. We’ve developed a way of stimulating our flits like this that just…works. For me, it’s the romance of it that gets me off, while for Em, it’s my cries of “Fuck me.” 

Soon, I had my legs crossed over her back and she was rocking between them while I urged her to “Fuck me harder…fuck me deeper.” Our orgasms were, as they usually are in such circumstances, simultaneous. Feeling Emily’s squirt trickle between my bum cheeks is so erotic. Sometimes, we scissor our legs together, and when she cums, I’m sure some of her squirt goes inside me. Whether that’s for real or just in my mind, it’s as erotic as all hell. I’d truly love it if she squirted up my hole. 

Another two nights here, then onto the ship for our cruise. Emily found the idea of a cruise delightful, but I must make a confession here…for me, it’s better than fucking flying! It will take us two weeks to get home again, but then they say cruises are the most romantic of all.