I recently just moved into my own apartment away from home. I'm 18 and I figured it was time to get out of the house. I had just moved in the day before and was standing on my balcony when I happened to look down and see this totally hot older guy down by the pool. He was wearing black trunks and was pretty built.
I have always had a thing for older guys and the fact is this guy was a 12 on the hotness scale. I could feel my breath start to come a little faster as I looked at him. And I could feel myself getting wet just by looking at his chest and abs, and wondering what was underneath those shorts.
I could feel myself starting to get really horny, so I began to play massage my breasts through my tank top. My balcony was secluded and the only way you could see me was if you were down in the pool area. And Mr. Gorgeous was reading. My nipples were hard and poking into my palms, and my pussy had started to soak my shorts.
I pulled my tank top off and began to pinch and pull my nipples. Licking my fingers every now and then to get new sensation. Still working my breasts with one hand I reached down and unzipped my shorts, letting them drop to the floor of the balcony. I hadn't bothered with underwear that day so all I had to do was slide my hand to down and stroke my now dripping pussy. I ran a finger around my clit which was swollen with need, and then slid my fingers down into my pussy. Slowly finger fucking myself. Every once in a while tweaking my clit with my fingers.
I had worked myself up really good so that I was breathing heavy, and shut my eyes. Letting fantasies of this really sexy older man spin in my head. Just as I brought myself to orgasm biting my lips and moaning softly at how good it felt. I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Gorgeous watching me with a small smile on his face.
Mortified, I ran into my apartment leaving my clothes on the balcony, while I went into my room. I couldn't believe that he had seen that. I was embarrassed, and hoped that he didn't live in one of the apartments across from me. When I finally got up the courage to see if he was still out there so I could get my clothes, I found he was gone.
Relieved I scooped up my clothes. "Well I hope I don't run into him. That would be embarrassing." And still muttering to myself I walked back in and closed the sliding doors.
Two days later I was coming home from work, waitressing, when I ran into none other than Mr. Gorgeous himself. I was unlocking the door to my apartment when he walked out of the door right next to mine. He stopped and studied me, and I could feel myself heating up with a blush. As I saw how gorgeous he actually was up front. He had black hair with silver at the temples and creases that in his youth would have been dimples.