Last night there was a frost warning out, so when I first woke up for a bathroom run, and it was still dark, I knew it was a good time to also check out the crisp clear night air out on the balcony. Clothing optional. It’s the only way.
There wasn’t much breeze to speak of, and being a Saturday, early a.m., no risk of beginnings of workday traffic potentially driving past.
There was just that fresh, crisp air, which, at just below 40 degrees, zaps my skin all over with the on and off goosebumps as it settles around every inch of flesh, and makes my ball sack tighten up against me.
As I start to stroke myself, gently at first, I feel the only warm portion of my body, the tightening skin making contact with the palm of my hand.
It’s a dramatic contrast to the rest of my chilled skin which is exposed to the world around me.
It’s not long though, and I look over the edge of my balcony, and abruptly release my urgent first spurts through the railing and hear it splattering down below.
There’s a mix of sounds though, and I look down over the edge this time, and in the lightening sky of the predawn hours, I can make out the shape of a square, a chair seat or something.
I’m not sure if that was what I hit too, or just fallen leaves on the patio below, which resulted in the various sounds I heard down below.
I may have to take a better look below in the daylight. Should I get dressed for that?
More to come…
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