Fun on the Balcony
Do you remember that trip we took to Chicago last summer?
I was invited to a 3-day convention and you decided to join me for the trip. We checked into a very nice hotel on Michigan Avenue with a corner suite with a view of the lake - very nice! After the first day, you and I spent some time at the reception, had a couple of cocktails, but then decided to retreat to our room early as we were both feeling a bit horny and thought we would have a lot more fun there. We went back to our room and got comfortable. You changed into your short silk robe and I removed my jacket and tie.
You went out onto the balcony, which was situated about 2 floors up from a rooftop terrace and pool area where the reception was still going on. You leaned over with a glass of wine in your hand and took in the view of the crowd below and the lake beyond. Since your robe had risen up on your beautiful tush, I took in the view of your luscious derriere and the thin black fabric of your black thong that disappeared invitingly between your legs. I approached you from behind, put my arm around you, kissed you deeply and dropped my hand to your right breast, where I squeezed and teased your nipple until it was erect and hard. Your kiss became a bit more intense and when we looked back to the crowd below, we could see a couple of the more observant couples looking up in our direction. Still, since there were no lights on our balcony, we decided that they really couldn't see that much.
I moved behind you then, and this time slipped my hand underneath your robe, pushed your thong to one side and exposed your moist pussy to the exploration of my finger. As I caressed you there, all the while pressing up against you so that you could feel the hardness in my pants, you began to moan softly, but mindful of those below, you kept your composure and even raised you glass to a couple below who had waved to you at the same moment I slid my index finger in your pussy while pressing my thumb against your anus. No one below could see me now, as I had moved completely behind you. You had left you heels on, so you were standing 4 inches taller than normal, and of course, they tended to thrust your pelvis backwards, inviting me to take advantage of you. You called these your "fuck me heels".