Chapter Four - Night on the Terrace

What I didn't know was Sonia's been scheming since our last terrace meet. Her parents were off for the weekend, and she'd already decided she'd spend the night with me--planning it all, down to her outfit, a Brazilian wax, smooth arms and legs, ready for something wild. She kept it hush 'til late Friday--I'm stuck at work, clock ticking past 8pm, when my phone buzzes. It's her voice, soft but sure: "I wanna stay over tonight." I'm packing up, telling her I'm headed home for a bite. "Perfect," she says, "eat, relax--I'll be there soon with a surprise." I get home, scarf some food, and right on cue--10pm sharp--she rolls into my condo on her scooter, a foldable mattress wedged between her legs. I'm stumped--how'd she haul that thing?--but she grins, waving me over. We lug it up to the terrace, the same spot as last time--open sky, concrete slab, city lights twinkling below. She spreads it out, smoothing the edges. "Tonight," she says, "we're gonna be comfy."

She's got a backpack slung over her shoulders--pulls out vodka, coke, water, snacks, paper cups--like she's planned a full-on picnic. I'm floored--this shy spark's thought of everything--and buzzing with it. She's in a long jacket, unbuttons it slow--revealing a tight white top, block heels. She kicks the heels off quick--I'm relieved, never liked 'em--and the rest hugs her just right. We settle on the mattress, moonlight spilling over us, the terrace quiet except for the faint hum of traffic far off. For half an hour, we sip drinks--vodka hitting her fast--laughing, swapping stories about work, her college gigs, our strict parents. She's loosening up, giggling more, eyes glinting as the buzz kicks in.

Then it shifts--she takes my cup, sets it aside, stands up--undoing her skirt, letting it drop. She climbs onto me, soft and warm, straddling my lap in all white--my favorite. Moonlight's our only glow, casting shadows over her curves, and it's plenty. We start kissing--slow at first, then hungry--I grab her breasts, one in each hand, perfect under her top. Her nipples perk up, pressing through, and I lean down--kissing them, licking through the fabric. She lifts her arms--signal clear--so I tug her shirt up from her hips, peeling it over her head, tossing it aside. Her bare breasts gleam under the moon--inviting--and I go for them, licking one, then the other, teasing her nipples 'til she's squirming. I lean up, kiss her deep--she reaches for my shirt, yanking it off--and we're lost in it, lips locked, tongues dancing.

My hands roam her back, her neck--then slip around, pinching her nipples as we kiss. She moans into my mouth--loves it as much as I do--and I keep going, teasing 'til she's breathless. She breaks off, hands fumbling at my belt--undoing my jeans, pulling them down with my boxers in one eager tug. I lean back on the mattress--she slides between my legs, knees off the edge, not caring about the concrete. She starts slow--licking my cock, my balls--then leans in, giving me a wet, eager blowjob. I'm soaked--her spit trailing from tip to base, dripping down--and she's not shy now. "Like that?" she murmurs. She grins, spreads my legs wider--lifts them a bit--licking from my balls down, circling my ass with her tongue, poking at it. It's new, wild--I'm going nuts, groaning loud. She keeps it up--minutes of teasing--then grabs my cock, jerking me while sucking, driving me higher.

I fumble for a condom in my jeans--roll it on quick. She climbs back on--one leg each side--guiding me to her soaked pussy. I hold myself steady--she sinks down, warm and tight, her wetness spreading over me. I grip her hips, lifting her up, easing her down--rhythm steady, sensual--our chests pressed close, her nipples brushing my chest as she moves. She leans into me, hair falling over my shoulders--we're locked tight, breathing hard. After a bit, I hoist her up--arms around her--crawl forward, lay flat on my back. She stretches over me--grinding slow, kissing me deep--French kisses, her hands on my chest, mine in her hair, then on her ass, guiding her pace. We roll like that--lost in it--then I flip her over, missionary-style but close, flat on her, grinding up and down inside her. She's never felt this--goes wild, cumming hard, soaking me again. I glance down--see her cream coating my cock, her lips--and it's too much.

I turn her over--hands and knees--ready to take charge. She arches just right--I grab her hair, yank it back firm--she moans louder. "More, Daddy," she gasps--I'm done for, pounding into her hard, fast, hands on her hips now. She's taking it all--pushing back into me--and I feel it building, unstoppable. I don't slow--when I'm close, I pull out, rip the condom off--stand over her. She spins around--I say, "Open up," sliding into her mouth. She sucks fiercely--like she's starving for it--but I pull back. "Show me your boobs," I say. She grabs her breasts, presses them together--I finish, spraying thick across her, covering both breasts. She smirks--proud, glowing--I'm panting, collapsing on the mattress.

She digs tissues from her bag--wipes off most of it--slips her panties back on, then pulls a small quilt out, surprising me again. She curls up beside me--leg over my thigh, hand on my chest, head tucked near my neck. "Enjoy that?" she murmurs. "Every second," I say, still catching my breath. We chat softly--about the night, the stars--'til sleep takes us. Morning sun wakes us--early, warm--she nudges me up. "Let's go." We dress quick, fold the mattress, hustle down to her scooter. I kiss her--long, lingering--she hops on, rides off home, leaving me grinning in the dawn.