Afternoon on the Balcony
Sofia leaned forward, her palms resting on the warm iron railing. Below, scooters buzzed through narrow alleys, and tourists snapped selfies without ever looking up. The golden sunlight clung to her skin like honey.
Behind her, Aidan watched.
She wore nothing but a thin silk robe, loosely tied at her waist. The breeze lifted it just enough to reveal the bottom curve of her ass, and the red lace thong she’d left on for exactly this reason. He hadn’t touched her yet — not since breakfast, when she’d whispered in his ear: I want you to take me outside.
Now he was hard just looking at her.
“You’re sure?” he asked again.
Sofia turned her head slightly, dark hair catching the sun. “If you’re too scared, I can go back inside.”
He was behind her in seconds.
Aidan pressed his chest to her back, hand sliding over her hip, finding the tie of her robe and tugging it loose in one fluid motion. The fabric fell apart, revealing her completely.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured against her ear.
“And you love it.”
His hand dipped between her thighs. She was already wet — hot and ready and brazen.
“Fuck, Sofia…”
She arched her back, pushing her ass into him, grinding against his hardness through his sweats. “Right here,” she whispered. “I want to feel the sun when you fuck me.”
He pulled his cock free, gripped the base, and guided it between her legs. No teasing. No games.
Just one slow, deep thrust.
Sofia’s head dropped forward, her mouth opening in a silent gasp. Aidan filled her completely, his hands gripping her hips like he might lose his mind.
She clenched around him.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered, breath hitching. “Even if someone sees.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he growled, starting to move, “I hope they do.”
He fucked her hard — rough, deep thrusts that made the balcony shake beneath their feet. Her moans were swallowed by the sounds of the city, masked just enough by traffic and voices to feel safe… but not completely.
At one point, a man on a neighboring balcony lit a cigarette.
He paused.
Looked up.
And smiled.
Sofia didn’t stop.
She locked eyes with him — not Aidan, but the stranger across the way — and came, her whole body convulsing in waves of reckless pleasure.
Aidan followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a grunt and a shudder that rocked them both.
After, she turned around, face flushed, hair wild.
“We are definitely doing that again,” she said.
Aidan just laughed, still catching his breath. “You’re fucking insane.”
She kissed him hard.
“And you love it.”
by Luca