It was too warm to sleep. At least, it was too warm for Davey to sleep. As he passed the door to his parents' bedroom he could hear his father snoring. His parents must have been more affected by jet-lag than he was.
Not for the first time, he felt embarrassed. Eighteen years old and on vacation with parents, in the same apartment.
Wearing only his boxer shorts, he went out onto the balcony. A light breeze caressed his skin, cool and pleasant. It was still night, but a faint light in the sky indicated that dawn was on the way.
They were five floors up, but the view was not inspiring. In the full moonlight he could make out the shapes of the building site behind the hotel, and the low, scrubby hills behind that. His balcony was separated from the ones on left and right by low whitewashed walls. When these reached the hotel wall they incorporated large arches, each containing a wooden trellis to afford some privacy. There were a table and chairs near the door, and some large shrubs in pots scattered about, making the place quite cramped.
In his bare feet he padded to the railing at the front of the balcony, to get more of the breeze. It was only then that he noticed a movement to his right.
On the far side of the next balcony a man and woman were kissing. The man, heavily built, in t-shirt and shorts, had his back to Davey, and was pressing the woman to the wall. She was smaller than him, and was wearing a short dress.
Davey was wondering if he would be able to creep back into the hotel without being noticed when the woman broke off the kiss.
Hurriedly, Davey ducked behind a shrub. The woman turned her head to one side. Her hair was short, blonde, dyed.
"Don't, Harry. You're drunk."
"C'mon, you know you want it." He kissed her neck and began to move down her body, undoing the buttons on the front of her dress as he went. The woman gave a move of resignation. Davey studied her face in the moonlight. He guessed her to be about forty, older than his mother, but he thought she could be considered good-looking.
The man was playing with her breasts; stroking, licking. Then he moved down, opening the final buttons. Davey could hear the sound of her panties being pulled down. The woman lifted herself to sit on a narrow ledge behind her, leaving her feet dangling, and the man kneeling between them.
The dress was polled open wide, revealing to Davey her impressive bosom. Pale lines crossed her otherwise honey-brown skin, showing where her bikini had been. The heavy globes swayed as the woman writhed in agitation. Her erect nipples, dark points in the centre of her pale patches, glistened with saliva.
The dark shape of the man's head moved lazily between her legs. She gave broken 'oh's and 'ah's of encouragement. Her hands clutched his thick, dark hair. Several rings glittered on her fingers, among them a wedding band. Her nails were scarlet.
Davey may have considered the woman to be old, but his penis had other ideas. This erotic tableau had caused his dick to swell to its full size, and it was throbbing painfully in the prison of his shorts. He lowered his hand and squeezed it gently, hardly daring to breathe. His ears were filled with the woman's soft moans, his gaze was fixed on her pendant breasts.
"Do you like my tits?" the woman said.
Her husband mumbled something. Davey wondered how she expected him to answer with his mouth full.
"Do you? Do my big, soft tits give you a hard on?"
Davey glanced up at the woman's face and turned ice-cold. She was staring straight at him, her expression inscrutable. He wanted to run but his body was paralyzed. 'She's going to scream,' he thought, 'she's going to tell her husband I'm spying on them, he'll beat me up, my parents will wake up and think I'm a pervertÉ'
"Is your cock all hard for me?" Her gaze flicked to his groin and back to his face. Her heavy-lidded eyes held his steadily, even as her face twisted in lust, inspired by her husband's tongue. "Ohh yes, you're big and stiff for me aren't you? You'reÉ ooh, fuck!"
Some action of the buried tongue made her double up for an instant. Suddenly she lifted her legs and wrapped them around her husband's head, her ample thighs blocking his ears. The broad, curving expanse of flesh sent a new thrill through Davey. His nerves were still jangling, but his hand renewed the squeezing of his penis.
She smirked at him. "Why has a fit young man like you got the horn for an old lady like me?" she hissed. "Do you really want to fuck this old married woman, hmm? Or do you want to jack off while you watch my husband fuck me?"
Nothing like this had ever happened to Davey before, and he had no idea how to react. The blood was running in his veins again but his breathing was shallow. He could only stand there, stroking the rigid pole inside his shorts.
The head imprisoned between the woman's heavy, golden thighs pulled and jerked.
"Get it out for me. I want to see what a big hard-on I've given you. Go on, you horny young sod, get your juicy dick out for me. Let me seeÉ aaah!"
Her husband had done something unseen which made her unclasp her legs abruptly. He rose up unsteadily, blocking Davey's view of the woman with his broad back.
"Are you trying to suffocate me, girl?" he demanded good-humoredly. I mean, it's a nice way to go, but I ain't ready for it yet!"
He kissed her hard, for a long time, and she responded, writhing against him. He braced his left hand on the ledge. His right hand groped her left breast.
When they broke apart she pulled him to her. She put her head over her husband's shoulder and leered at Davey again.
"I want your cock," she said, and Davey knew she was speaking to him. "I'll scream if you don't get it out for me, I really will."
"You don't need to ask twice, babe," said her husband, fumbling between their bodies.
Davey could feel the heavy beat of his heart in every bit of his body. Apparently of its own volition, his right hand opened the fly of his shorts. The tense rigidity of his penis sprang out like a greyhound from a trap. Davey had never thought of himself as over-endowed but his dick felt huge as it arched in the air, pulsing with his heartbeat. It felt as though all his blood was concentrated in this one eager part of his body.
"Push your shorts down, baby. Take them right off. Don't make me scream."
The man stepped back and pushed his shorts down clumsily. Feeling as if he was in a dream, Davey followed suit. After he had negotiated the elastic over the curving rigidity of his prick the boxers slid easily off his slim hips and dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them.
"Oh, you've got a gorgeous body. I could fucking eat you right up." she said, her eyes roving over Davey. Her right hand was around was around her husband, holding him close to her, her left was between their bodies, apparently holding his penis. "That's a lovely cock, big and hard. Did I make it so hard, babe? Look at him sit up and beg. Is that huge prick begging to get into my hot, wet pussy?"
Her husband shifted and murmured something to her, but she pulled him back. "No, don't say anything. I'll do all the dirty talk, you just fuck me."
Davey's right hand was stroking his hardness firmly now. The woman gazed at it hungrily, then looked up into Davey's eyes, pouting.
"D'you want to put it in me?" she panted. "Yes? Put that big, stiff dick right up my hot cunt? You want to fuck me so much, don't you? You wantÉ urrgh!"
The man thrust into her hard, slamming her body against the wall, knocking the breath out of her, and began rutting in and out. When she opened her eyes again it was to see Davey steadily rubbing his dick, moving the skin back and forth in its own juice. Her sultry gaze flicked constantly between his face and his penis.
"That's right, pump it. Ohh! Pump that great big dick for me. I love it, IÉ oof! I fucking love it!"
Davey watched her one visible tit jiggle as her husband humped her up against the wall. Her wide, curvy thighs rippled. Her sandal-clad feet jerked crazily in the air. Her eyes were glassy. It was the first time Davey had seen real lust on a woman's face.
Naked in front of this stranger as she was fucked, his legs braced, he masturbated hard and fast. He still had feelings of fear and confusion, but they were overwhelmed by his desires. Years of jacking off in his bedroom had taught him to do it quietly, and the small, regular whimpers issuing from his nose were easily drowned out by the man's hoarse grunts and his wife's heavy gasps.
Through it all Davey was keenly aware of the steady thuck, thuck, thuck, every time the man's dick thrust to the very bottom of the woman's humid, mysterious depths.
The woman managed to lock her legs around the man's back and brace herself against the pounding she was receiving. This revealed even more of her voluptuous thighs and ass to Davey's view, and allowed to him to hear even more clearly the smack of flesh on wet flesh. The sound of his own hand slapping against his belly as he jacked his dick was a whisper by comparison.
The woman regained her breath. She stared at Davey as steadily as she could under the fucking she was taking.
"Yes, pump it! (unhh!) Oh God, it's like being fucked by two cocks! (ohh!!) Pump that big dick for me, you fucker! (ahh!) Your huge dick is going to make me cum. I'mÉ (ugh!) I'm going to cum all over your cock!"
Her filthy talk was having an identical affect on her husband and on Davey. They were both pounding harder, in their own ways. Davey wished he could be in the man's position.
The woman's voice had lost some of its dominant tone and taken on a note of pleading.
"Are you going to spurt? Are you going to shoot a bigÉ (ohh!) hotÉ (unh!) load for me?"
Davey was oblivious to his surroundings. If his mother had burst onto the balcony and screamed his name he would not have noticed. In fact he was only dimly aware of the woman's bouncing breast and thighs. He was really only aware of two things - the waves of pleasure building to a climax in his cock, and the woman's face. 'So this is what a woman looks like when she is being well-fucked,' he thought.
Her half-closed eyes still held him in a glassy stare.
"C'mon, shoot it, you fucker! Ohh, you filthy young fucker, getting that lovely young cock hard for an old woman like me! C'mon, I want to see you shoot a big load for Momma!"
If her husband was puzzled at being called young it didn't affect the pace of his humping. Perhaps he was no longer listening, only experiencing the thrill in his dick as it thrust in and out of his wife's soaking pussy.
Davey suddenly felt all the energy in his body flow towards his dick. His pumping fist speeded up, and he had to bite down on his other fist to prevent himself crying out. His face screwed up, but he tried to keep his eyes open to concentrate on the sight of the woman's bouncing, jiggling flesh as she moaned out loud. Her husband's thrusting and grunting became more urgent.
