Balcony Shows

Veronica awoke with a start. After moving into The Marina Apartments 3 weeks earlier she still didn't feel that her new home was a "home".

The only thing that Veronica liked about her new residence was that it was located on the 3rd floor. She felt that she got more privacy on the top floor, less noise then the lower floors and she could sit out on her balcony and watch all of her neighbors coming and going without them noticing her.

Veronica was a people watcher. She enjoyed sitting on a park bench or in the mall watching as people went on with their everyday lives wondering things about them, like what they did for a living, if they were married and if they had kids. She could probably be accused of being nosy but Veronica didn't see it that way. So every morning Veronica would sit out on her balcony with her first morning cigarette watching her neighbors running off to their jobs. It was entertainment for her and with her new job not starting for another two weeks Veronica really had nothing better to do.

Veronica rolled out of bed, went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee, pulled some shorts on and grabbed her cigarettes off the night stand. She poured herself a cup of coffee and made her way out to the balcony. After settling into her chair, she looked at her watch and suddenly felt that tingling sensation between her legs that she felt every morning at this time.

7:15... within the next 5 minutes the man in the building directly across from Veronica's balcony would be leaving for work. There was something about this man that had her attention. Seeing him every morning was the high light of her day.

Veronica settled into her chair on the balcony sipping her steaming coffee and dragging hard on her first cigarette of the day. While sitting there she witnessed the lady from the first floor in the building next door dragging her screaming toddler to the car in a manner that most would say is a bit too rough for a child that age. The teenage boy from downstairs walking to the parking lot, slyly taking a cigarette from his jacket pocket, lighting it, looking around to make sure nobody saw him then continue off to school as if he had done nothing wrong. And the couple from 2 buildings away on their way to their car and arguing...just like they did every morning. It amazed Veronica that people could be so unhappy but stay together anyways.

7:19...that spot between her legs got all tingly again and Veronica felt silly. She wondered if it was anticipation or if she really was excited at the thought of watching a complete stranger walk from his apartment to his car. She knew nothing about this man except that he went to work at about 7:20am Monday thru Friday, wore a suit to work and carried a briefcase. Because she had never talked to him Veronica could only speculate on what he did for a living. She had always had a thing for lawyers and him dressed up in a suit everyday carrying a briefcase reminded her of a lawyer. With nothing to go on she would often fantasize that the man from across the way was some hot shot lawyer.

7:23am came and went. And so did 7:25, 7:30 and 7:35. Veronica realized that he probably wasn't going to work and couldn't help but feel a little let down. Again she felt a little silly but couldn't help feeling let down.

Veronica started to rise to go in and take a shower when she heard a noise from across the way. As she slid slowly back down in her chair she realized that the noise she heard was "his" sliding glass door being slid open. Veronica held her breath and slid down lower into her chair hoping not to catch his eye.

And then suddenly there he was, standing on his balcony with no shirt on smoking a cigarette.

Damn, he was so gorgeous and sexy. Short black hair cut up over his ears and collar, sideburns, and muscles in all the right places. On more than one occasion after seeing him go to his car to head off to work Veronica would go take a shower and think of him. She would lather up her body with soap and caress her most intimate spots. Swirling her fingers over her soapy nipples until they were erect, sliding her soapy fingers along her pussy lips and rubbing her clit...the entire time thinking of him.

Veronica could feel the dampness between her legs. She slowly rubbed her thumb over her pussy lips on the outside of her shorts. She had lowered herself so far down in the chair that her knees were up to her breasts and she almost couldn't see him. Watching him take deep drags off his cigarette, Veronica became more aroused.

Veronica couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take his hard throbbing cock into her mouth. Taking every inch of his manhood to the back of her throat. His thrusts getting harder and faster the closer he gets to cumming. Then, with one final thrust and a moan he would fill her mouth with his sweet juices, grabbing the back of her head and ramming his big cock down her throat until every last drop of cum is in her mouth.

Thinking of this made Veronica want to touch her pussy, to feel how wet she was. Since the balcony wall was high enough to hide most of her Veronica decided that it would be ok to slide her shorts down a little bit. She slid them down a bit and opened her wet pussy to the cold morning air. Right away she stuck 2 fingers in her pussy. She was sopping wet and rubbed her juices all over her pussy and clit. She started to caress her clit with one hand and tweak her nipple with the other hand never once taking her eyes off the man across the way. He still hadn't noticed that she was there.

She imagined riding him, his big hard cock deep inside her wet pussy. Her titties bouncing every time she grinded down on his shaft. Taking in every inch of his girth while he rubbed her throbbing clit. Finally cumming together, him filling her with his hot sticky cum.

Without realizing it Veronica had began to rub her clit harder and faster, letting her fingers wander to her pussy hole rubbing her juices all over her pussy.

Veronica had gotten so into pleasing her pussy that she hadn't noticed that the man across the way had sat down and was reading a newspaper. She continued to massage and caress her pussy bringing herself to the brink of orgasm many times. As she rubbed between her legs she always kept one eye on him and the other on her hand rubbing and caressing her clit and pussy lips.

Veronica couldn't take it anymore. She began to circle around her clit with her fingers. Four fingers went deep into her pussy bringing out pussy juice that she rubbed on her clit. Her fingers worked faster and harder. She was banging her pussy hard now, sticking four fingers in again.

She felt like her clit was about to explode. She stuck the fingers from her left hand deep into her puss and starting finger fucking it. Her right hand was rubbing her clit so fast...faster...so good...hard...so hard...harder...harder!!!!

Veronica let out a soft moan and came all over her fingers. She continued to rub her clit and finger her pussy until her orgasm was over. She could feel the walls of her hot wet pussy throbbing as she came.

As the throbbing in her pussy started to die down Veronica all of a sudden realized that she had forgotten all about "him". When she looked up she was horrified to see that he had been watching her the entire time. Veronica stood up, slid up her shorts and ducked into her apartment vowing to never step foot outside again for fear that she would meet up with him face to face.

The next morning Veronica made a point of not going out for her morning cigarette on the balcony until 7:45. By that time he would have surely left for work.

When she stepped out onto the balcony she was completely shocked and embarrassed to see him sitting out on his balcony. He smiled at Veronica and proceeded to give her an encore performance of the balcony show she had given him the day before.

A year later and Veronica still hasn't ever talked to or met her fantasy man face to face but that doesn't bother her one bit. She is perfectly content giving AND receiving balcony shows whenever the mood strikes.