My wife and I have a great, erotic sex life (even before we met) and we have both turned our experiences into stories. Read LouisaLove for her experiences. This story is different because I was only there for part of the time. Louisa told me the rest, so I have written it all in the third person. And yes, it is true, we are in Melbourne, Australia and the views from the penthouse are amazing. Louisa particularly enjoys watching Paul work out. This is the city which spawned the soap 'Neighbours'. For us it took on a whole new meaning this New Year (2010). As always, the names have been changed.
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Jeff went to the door with her. As always around the house when it was warm he was completely naked so he stopped at the entrance as she went over to the lift and called it. She turned back towards him and said, "Are you sure about this?"
She was wearing a clinging black dress which held her ample breasts firmly together framing the soft brown mounds above the low-cut square neckline. It drew in at her curvaceous waist, rounding out again over the twin, firm buttocks which were her best feature. The dress was short by her usual standards, stopping midway down her gorgeous thighs, showing off long legs covered in fishnet stay-ups. But the most significant features of the dress were the diagonal slash-cuts, five in all, each one revealing a hint of the luscious body which lay below, but not quite giving away everything. This dress always turned Jeff on and he felt his cock stiffening. She came over to him and he kissed her. "Yes," he replied softly and slipped his hand up between her thighs to the wetness which he knew glistened under there. Louisa never wore panties.
The lift arrived and she turned swiftly away, turning to blow him a kiss as the doors slid closed. He closed the apartment door and went through to the balcony. It was twilight and the view from the penthouse was stunning, as always. The suburb had a low-build policy and, although the apartment was only on the fourth floor, it was at the top of the highest building in the vicinity. The wrap-around balcony looked out to the Dandenong Ranges and as he walked round it he could see the lights of the city beginning to show in the distance, the Eureka Tower dominating the Melbourne skyline. As he continued around the balcony the sun had just sunk into the Western sky and there was a deep ochre glow rising into and ever darkening blue. He could also see the roof-top of the adjacent apartment, just below him. Paul was working out on his multi-gym, the sweat glistening on his naked torso.
The apartment across the lane was occupied by two young men, one of whom had a live-in girlfriend. Often there were many other people visiting. It was obviously a great place for a party and, although the music was loud, it was tasteful. Louisa and Jeff enjoyed listening to loud rock and the friendship had started when Paul had turned his music down to listen to something Jeff was playing. Jeff had noticed the shift in the background noise and looked over. Paul was leaning on the parapet of his roof-top deck with the thumbs up. "Great music, mate. I love Pink Floyd."
After that exchanges became more frequent and Louisa suggested inviting them around the next time they had a party. Because they lived so near, Paul and Jim and his girlfriend, Sally, were the last to leave that night and Paul unloaded to Louisa about the recent break-up with his own girlfriend. He had thought the relationship was going well and yet she had suddenly gone off with someone else. Louisa consoled him and told him that it didn't mean he had done anything wrong. But there was an innocence about him and she told Jeff afterwards that she felt that Paul was probably too nice, which girls always find frustrating. However, he was fit and physically attractive and would find another girl soon enough.
A month after that, Jeff and Louisa were invited back for the Hogmanay celebrations. They took some beers and wine with them and were already quite merry from having had a few beers at the local bar. Jim let them in. Midnight had already passed so they kissed and were kissed, or shook hands in the case of the men, by everyone they passed on the three flights up to the rooftop. Paul was up there and gave Jeff a firm handshake and Louisa a warm embrace. She was wearing a knee-length soft diaphanous red dress, her large, firm breasts accentuated by the balcony bra she wore underneath, the frilly edges of which could be glimpsed tantalisingly as she moved. Paul motioned her to a wooden armchair and she slid into it, her dress riding up her thighs a little. She made no attempt to pull it down. Jeff handed Paul the bag of drinks and grabbed the chair beside Louisa. "Beers?" asked Paul.
"There's a bottle of Cava in the bag. Why don't you open that?"
Paul went downstairs for glasses and Louisa turned to Jeff. "He's quite cute, you know, and very strong. If he hasn't got a girl yet, and I don't see one, I may have to take him in hand myself. Jeff feigned shock. "Don't come it. You know we've discussed it before and you said..."
"It would turn me on to see you with another man," Jeff cut in.
"Exactly. And I like Paul, and I feel sorry for him."
"I don't think feeling sorry for someone is necessarily a good reason to bed him."
"Well I've done that before. Anyway, I'm not being entirely virtuous. Did you see the package under those tight jeans?"
At that, Paul reappeared with 3 glasses and uncorked the bubbly.
"Where is everyone?" Jeff asked.
"There's a couple downstairs who seem to be into each other and the rest have gone down to the beach. It's an Ozzie tradition."
"What about you?" Louisa asked.
"I need to be here in case any others arrive." He said this as he sat down beside Jeff.
"Don't sit there, Paul. I can't see you. Bring your chair round." As she said this, Louisa pointed to a spot in front of us. "That's better. I can see you now."
"And you can see Louisa," thought Jeff.
Paul was looking at Louisa's breasts appraisingly. "Have you got yourself a new girlfriend yet?" she asked. He looked up quickly, slightly startled by the interruption of his gaze and the directness of the question.
"No, I'm being careful this time. I don't want to get hurt again so soon." He was looking directly into Louisa's eyes and the softness of her face suggested sympathy and understanding. This wasn't a man's conversation, so Jeff sat quietly.
"But don't you miss the female company and the fun?" she asked.
"Well, yes."
"And what about, you know?" As she asked this, Louisa crossed one leg over the other, revealing a considerable length of thigh and making her dress slide further up her legs. It wasn't like Louisa to be so diffident and I was impressed by the care with which she was handling him. Normally she would just have come out and said sex. But her body language made it clear that was what she meant anyway.
Paul looked slightly lost for words and then uttered, "Well, yes." And then, after a pause while Louisa uncrossed her legs again, "Of course." He glanced down. Jeff looked too. The dress had slid up slightly further and Jeff felt sure that from his vantage point, Paul could see her bare mound of Venus. That was clearly Louisa's intention.
"Paul, do you mind if I give you some advice?" As she said this, Louisa leaned forward and took his hand, combining the sensuality of her soft touch with the tantalising view of her deep and welcoming cleavage.
Paul didn't answer.
"I'm a lot older than you and a lot more experienced. You're a really nice guy." She squeezed his hand. "But girls are never really attracted to the nice ones. They like a bit of excitement, danger: a bit of a thrill. You need to separate out friendship, sex, love and lifelong partnership. It took me 25 years to meet Jeff, and I'm glad to say that we have all of these. But I had to kiss a lot of frogs before I found my prince. I enjoyed the search, the men who were lovers, the men who took me to dinner, and the ones who are still good friends."
She let go of Paul's hand and leaned back, crossing her legs the other way this time. Paul was transfixed by the long naked thigh leading up to the pink glimpse of her naked pussy. He felt confused. Louisa was a lot older than him. But very sexy, erotically attractive even. She seemed to be mothering him, giving advice. But she also seemed to be coming on to him, although she hadn't actually said as much.
Jeff was keeping quiet, not wanting to break the spell Louisa had cast. But Louisa herself broke it.
"C'mon guys. My glass is empty. What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?"
Jeff and Paul reached for the bottle simultaneously, Jeff getting there first.
"Sorry Paul, you're the host. You pour." And he handed over the bottle.
