for ltbUK....
The man stood gazing over the balcony of the small apartment, arms folded, taking in the whole panorama in front of him. Ten in the evening and the heat from the day was still hanging in the air, 36 degrees at midday…stifling and still hotter than a ***** after a busy day. The heat drew out his sense of the erotic; sticky, heavy, sensual, languid. He inhaled deeply on his cigarette, curling the smoke around his tongue before releasing it again; appreciating the heavy tobacco all the more for its cheapness. Cigarettes in Spain cost little more than he’d been paying in England when he first started smoking at around the age of fourtee; things had changed a lot.
From his third floor balcony he could see the headland and its sparkling evening lights scattering their welcome over the surface of the dark sea; the old revolving lighthouse beam spanning the coastline. Closer to home, he could see the deep-set lights of the private pool of his own apartment block reflecting on the surface of the water enticing him for a late night swim in their seductive turquoise depths. It was just about the moment he contemplated changing into his bathing trunks for a quick dip that he first noticed her.
There was a woman by the poolside. Fortunately for him the pool was floodlit, which allowed him just enough light from his vantage point to establish that the woman was petite, about five feet four, brunette, curvaceous, and very well dressed. She was wearing red heels; open-toed, strappy, dangerously high, and a loose cotton summer dress made from some kind of floaty fabric that the women seemed to favour over here. He liked it; - he liked what he saw. As the man continued to watch, he became aware of his situation; there was no-one else around the poolside, he could see no-one else on their terraces and the woman seemed to be ******* of his gaze.
Excited by his growing sense of voyeurism, he became aware of his arousal and let his hand drift towards his cock. The woman was simply standing gazing out over the pool surface, contemplative, slightly sad perhaps? His fantasy of her kicked in. She’d had a row with her boyfriend/husband and come outside to escape the confines of their shared space; to breathe, reflect and recover. She was smoking. She looked to be in her early forties, not some innocent young girl, but a woman of the world. He found himself staring intently. The woman turned and caught his eye.
From what he could see from here, she had a dark intensity to her gaze; she was unafraid to confront his stare. He coughed, postured a little and lit another cigarette, holding her eye contact. She looked quizzically at him and then gestured casually with her head. The slightest movement indicating that she was inviting him closer.
The man looked over his shoulder, checking in case he had misread. No-one else was around. He finished his cigarette, watching her all of the time he smoked, took his last toke, stood on the burning end to extinguish it and gathered his keys, pulling the door to his apartment closed behind him as he left.
When he got to the poolside he could no longer see her. Damn! He’d been mistaken and made a fool of himself. He nodded as if in agreement with himself, sat on one of the poolside chairs and lit another cigarette. It was when he took his first hit he saw her again. She had appeared from the shadows somewhere and was gyrating in what looked like some kind of private dance. In the clearer light he saw she was more into her late forties but she was in incredible shape. Close up he could see those dark, brooding brown eyes, a light olive skin, large well-formed breasts, a slightly protruding belly and legs longer than her height suggested. She was wearing a midnight blue cotton dress, fitted at the waist but pleasantly loose in the fabric to her knee. She turned to face him.
Holding his eye, she raised the hem of her dress provocatively, moving all the while as if in time to some rhythm only she could hear. She grabbed the flowing fabric, bunching it up and snaking her hips downwards, eyes closed now. It was then that he caught the first glimpse of her nylons and panties. Sheer transparent nylons, seamed, and held in place by six metal clasp suspender fittings originating from a black satin belt. Her panties were a semi-transparent pale blue, edged in a contrasting pink lace. Her pubic mound was full and alluring through the fabric of her panties. There was no sense of shyness in her dancing for him.
As she danced, she threw back her head ******** her throat, mouth slightly parted and hand on her own crotch. She moaned slightly. He took his cue and approached her, grabbing her hair in his fist and pulling her red lipsticked mouth towards his own. Her tongue pushed its way into his mouth with a greed revealing her own undeniably aroused state.
“You like to eat pussy?” she asked.
He didn’t answer; instead he pushed her towards the marble poolside tiles and lay her prone. He ****** open her legs with his trousered knee, and took a long appreciative look at her sheer panties.
“Baby, it’s one of my favourite things to do,” he replied. “Now bring that pretty little pussy a bit closer and I’ll give you what you need.”
She groaned and edged willingly closer. The pair were by now both so engaged in their private fantasy that neither stopped to think they were in a public place and could be overlooked by any passing stranger. The man buried his head between her soft thighs and inhaled a deep breath of the woman’s pussy. He could smell the day’s sweat on her skin; she was pungent, strong and wet; as far as he was concerned, the dirtier the better. He liked his women to smell like real women, not some sanitised version of a woman. He began to tease her, to lick on the outside of the lacy fabric. The woman inhaled sharply. She wanted him badly. She wanted his cock inside her, she wanted release from her edgy mood. There was a part of her extremely aware that her husband may catch them at any moment but she couldn’t stop herself now. She could feel the stranger’s tongue working the outside of her panties as her pussy lips became more and more engorged with pleasure and desire. He pulled the lace to one side and his tongue made contact with her flesh. She moaned louder and pulled his face closer into her pussy. Her vulva was screaming for more….
In the urge to get more of his tongue inside her, the man ripped off her panties and shoved a finger inside her; then two then three. Her back arched as she rode his hand, crying out in a hoarse voice...
“Fuck me,” she whispered hoarsely. “fuck me hard baby.”
He pulled himself up and unzipped his fly and she grabbed him greedily and directed his cock toward the opening of her pussy.
“…now….do it!”
He poised, deliberately withholding the moment of penetration. Then, looking her in the eye he pushed hard. His erect cock brought a series of rapid sighs followed by an audible moan as he pushed harder and harder into her, pounding her with his full force.
She came in about two minutes, making more noise than he’d heard in a long time. Animal, guttural noises that would be most surely overheard. He didn’t care; he hadn’t yet cum himself. He closed his eyes and began to sense the pre-cum build-up…she detected the change in him. Grabbing his backside and driving a finger into his asshole he finally shot his seed into her open receptive pussy.
That was it; that was enough. He shuddered and released his seed into her hungry pussy. She grabbed the cheeks of his ass dug her red, laquered nails in deep. Spent, he flopped over beside her. It was then that he caught sight of the man watching them. The woman saw him too and looked the man straight in the eye as she laughed and lit up another cigarette. Her husband turned away and went back into their apartment.
My God he loved that bitch!
The man stood gazing over the balcony of the small apartment, arms folded, taking in the whole panorama in front of him. Ten in the evening and the heat from the day was still hanging in the air, 36 degrees at midday…stifling and still hotter than a ***** after a busy day. The heat drew out his sense of the erotic; sticky, heavy, sensual, languid. He inhaled deeply on his cigarette, curling the smoke around his tongue before releasing it again; appreciating the heavy tobacco all the more for its cheapness. Cigarettes in Spain cost little more than he’d been paying in England when he first started smoking at around the age of fourtee; things had changed a lot.
From his third floor balcony he could see the headland and its sparkling evening lights scattering their welcome over the surface of the dark sea; the old revolving lighthouse beam spanning the coastline. Closer to home, he could see the deep-set lights of the private pool of his own apartment block reflecting on the surface of the water enticing him for a late night swim in their seductive turquoise depths. It was just about the moment he contemplated changing into his bathing trunks for a quick dip that he first noticed her.
There was a woman by the poolside. Fortunately for him the pool was floodlit, which allowed him just enough light from his vantage point to establish that the woman was petite, about five feet four, brunette, curvaceous, and very well dressed. She was wearing red heels; open-toed, strappy, dangerously high, and a loose cotton summer dress made from some kind of floaty fabric that the women seemed to favour over here. He liked it; - he liked what he saw. As the man continued to watch, he became aware of his situation; there was no-one else around the poolside, he could see no-one else on their terraces and the woman seemed to be ******* of his gaze.
Excited by his growing sense of voyeurism, he became aware of his arousal and let his hand drift towards his cock. The woman was simply standing gazing out over the pool surface, contemplative, slightly sad perhaps? His fantasy of her kicked in. She’d had a row with her boyfriend/husband and come outside to escape the confines of their shared space; to breathe, reflect and recover. She was smoking. She looked to be in her early forties, not some innocent young girl, but a woman of the world. He found himself staring intently. The woman turned and caught his eye.
From what he could see from here, she had a dark intensity to her gaze; she was unafraid to confront his stare. He coughed, postured a little and lit another cigarette, holding her eye contact. She looked quizzically at him and then gestured casually with her head. The slightest movement indicating that she was inviting him closer.
The man looked over his shoulder, checking in case he had misread. No-one else was around. He finished his cigarette, watching her all of the time he smoked, took his last toke, stood on the burning end to extinguish it and gathered his keys, pulling the door to his apartment closed behind him as he left.
When he got to the poolside he could no longer see her. Damn! He’d been mistaken and made a fool of himself. He nodded as if in agreement with himself, sat on one of the poolside chairs and lit another cigarette. It was when he took his first hit he saw her again. She had appeared from the shadows somewhere and was gyrating in what looked like some kind of private dance. In the clearer light he saw she was more into her late forties but she was in incredible shape. Close up he could see those dark, brooding brown eyes, a light olive skin, large well-formed breasts, a slightly protruding belly and legs longer than her height suggested. She was wearing a midnight blue cotton dress, fitted at the waist but pleasantly loose in the fabric to her knee. She turned to face him.
Holding his eye, she raised the hem of her dress provocatively, moving all the while as if in time to some rhythm only she could hear. She grabbed the flowing fabric, bunching it up and snaking her hips downwards, eyes closed now. It was then that he caught the first glimpse of her nylons and panties. Sheer transparent nylons, seamed, and held in place by six metal clasp suspender fittings originating from a black satin belt. Her panties were a semi-transparent pale blue, edged in a contrasting pink lace. Her pubic mound was full and alluring through the fabric of her panties. There was no sense of shyness in her dancing for him.
As she danced, she threw back her head ******** her throat, mouth slightly parted and hand on her own crotch. She moaned slightly. He took his cue and approached her, grabbing her hair in his fist and pulling her red lipsticked mouth towards his own. Her tongue pushed its way into his mouth with a greed revealing her own undeniably aroused state.
“You like to eat pussy?” she asked.
He didn’t answer; instead he pushed her towards the marble poolside tiles and lay her prone. He ****** open her legs with his trousered knee, and took a long appreciative look at her sheer panties.
“Baby, it’s one of my favourite things to do,” he replied. “Now bring that pretty little pussy a bit closer and I’ll give you what you need.”
She groaned and edged willingly closer. The pair were by now both so engaged in their private fantasy that neither stopped to think they were in a public place and could be overlooked by any passing stranger. The man buried his head between her soft thighs and inhaled a deep breath of the woman’s pussy. He could smell the day’s sweat on her skin; she was pungent, strong and wet; as far as he was concerned, the dirtier the better. He liked his women to smell like real women, not some sanitised version of a woman. He began to tease her, to lick on the outside of the lacy fabric. The woman inhaled sharply. She wanted him badly. She wanted his cock inside her, she wanted release from her edgy mood. There was a part of her extremely aware that her husband may catch them at any moment but she couldn’t stop herself now. She could feel the stranger’s tongue working the outside of her panties as her pussy lips became more and more engorged with pleasure and desire. He pulled the lace to one side and his tongue made contact with her flesh. She moaned louder and pulled his face closer into her pussy. Her vulva was screaming for more….
In the urge to get more of his tongue inside her, the man ripped off her panties and shoved a finger inside her; then two then three. Her back arched as she rode his hand, crying out in a hoarse voice...
“Fuck me,” she whispered hoarsely. “fuck me hard baby.”
He pulled himself up and unzipped his fly and she grabbed him greedily and directed his cock toward the opening of her pussy.
“…now….do it!”
He poised, deliberately withholding the moment of penetration. Then, looking her in the eye he pushed hard. His erect cock brought a series of rapid sighs followed by an audible moan as he pushed harder and harder into her, pounding her with his full force.
She came in about two minutes, making more noise than he’d heard in a long time. Animal, guttural noises that would be most surely overheard. He didn’t care; he hadn’t yet cum himself. He closed his eyes and began to sense the pre-cum build-up…she detected the change in him. Grabbing his backside and driving a finger into his asshole he finally shot his seed into her open receptive pussy.
That was it; that was enough. He shuddered and released his seed into her hungry pussy. She grabbed the cheeks of his ass dug her red, laquered nails in deep. Spent, he flopped over beside her. It was then that he caught sight of the man watching them. The woman saw him too and looked the man straight in the eye as she laughed and lit up another cigarette. Her husband turned away and went back into their apartment.
My God he loved that bitch!
