Katia was sitting on her chair facing Ken. Ken was on his own balcony, facing toward her on his chair. They chatted as the night went on, sipping from a pitcher of sangria that Ken had made earlier. Both of them were wearing bathrobes tied at the waist, though Ken had to admit, she looked much better in her blue linen robe than he did in his light gray cotton.
Her long black hair falling in ringlets past her shoulders and her willowy body were something to behold regardless of what she was dressed in. Her sapphire blue eyes seemed to penetrate from the darkness as they talked.
"Do you think you will still see Valeri as a boyfriend?" Ken asked.
"I'm sure I will," she said thoughtfully as she took a sip from her sangria. "I think he was just a little overwhelmed when I wanted to have sex with him out here on the balcony."
"He just left without saying a word!" Ken said.
Katia laughed.
"Yes," she said. "That's his way of dealing with things he doesn't understand."
"What, by running away from them?" Ken asked with a chuckle.
"Exactly!" she answered with a hearty laugh. "He's not the kind of person to talk about what's bothering him. He goes away to think about it for awhile and, when he's made up his mind how he feels about it, he comes back to let me know."
Ken smirked and looked at the floor.
"He's not like you westerners," she said, rolling the liquid in her glass around the inside. "He's not like your Doctor Phil."
Ken laughed long and hard then.
"Neither am I!" He guffawed. "If I were, I think I wouldn't have been able to do what we did earlier!"
"Nor so often," she said with a sly grin. "In fact I'm betting you could probably get your cock hard again if you wanted to."
Ken grinned at her and pulled his robe aside to reveal a very erect penis surrounded by reddish blond hair.
"Too late," he said. "It's been hard for a little while now."
Katia stood up and walked saucily toward the cedar panel separating their balconies and leaned slightly against it, sliding her left foot out and to the side until her bathrobe was parted just below her crotch. The crosshatch cedar slats pressed the linen robe against her body and Ken felt his erection throb as he watched her.
"Perhaps it's time we finally did something about this damned partition between us," she whispered.
Ken got to his feet and stepped toward the partition, reaching his hand around the outside of it and resting his hand on her bum. He reveled in the feel of the linen robe as he cupped her ass cheek and squeezed it playfully.
"Your place or mine?" he asked.
"Perhaps we could just meet in the hall and fuck each other senseless out there," she said coyly.
"Or maybe I could climb around the outside of this damned partition and we could fuck each other senseless out here," he said. "I'll bet you'd sound very sexy bent over this rail if I banged you from behind. You could scream to all the neighbors about how good it feels."
Katia grinned and kissed him.
"I think I'd like to see that," she said.
Just then they heard a knock at the door. She whirled her head and stepped back from the partition.
"It looks like Valeri has had enough time to think," she said. She handed her glass of sangria to Ken and gave him a fierce look. "Stay quiet! If he senses you, he'll lose his mind. There's no telling what he'd do if he knew you were there."
Ken nodded and sat back in his chair. He left his balcony door open in the event he had to make a quick exit and then faded into the shadows.
She went to the door and greeted Valeri. She led him to the balcony and, when he protested, she took his hand and guided him to the chair with his back to the cedar divider and to Ken.
"So, what's on your mind?" she asked as she settled into her own chair.
Valeri hesitated and Ken just knew he was frowning as he thought.
"You've never done this kind of thing before," he said with his heavy Russian accent. "You always keep the curtains to your balcony closed until a short time ago. Now you want to... you want to be naked out here and to... you sucked me out here!"
Katia grinned teasingly.
"You didn't like it?" she asked.
"Well of course I liked it!" he stated emphatically. "I didn't think you'd like it!"
"You've wanted to do this before?" she asked with her eyes wide and a bright smile.
Valeri hesitated again and was finding it difficult to speak.
"I did," he said. "But, I never thought you'd do it. I thought maybe with someone else it might happen, but not with you."
Katia's eyebrows went up in surprise.
"Someone else?" she asked coldly. "And who might this someone else be?"
"There is no someone else!" he said quickly. "I just meant... I only... I thought if we broke up, there would be someone else; but there is no someone else."
"We're breaking up?" she said dubiously.
"No!" he exclaimed. "I didn't mean that! I only meant if we broke up."
"So," she said slowly, "if we broke up, you'd find someone else to have the sex you've been craving, instead of the plain old boring sex you have with me."
"No!" Valeri said in exasperation. "That's not what I'm saying at all!"
"Hmm," she said, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Did it occur to you that I might want to have this sex that you've been craving too; that I might get just as excited by having you take me from behind while I bend over this rail?"
She stood up and leaned against the rail then and shoved her bum enticingly toward Valeri. She reached back with one hand and raised the back of her robe until her pussy, framed in jet-black tufts of hair, was peaking from just below the hem.
Valeri swallowed hard and stood up almost in a trance. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his ankles and then started to walk awkwardly toward her.
"Take them off," she said as she grinned over her shoulder at him. "Take it all off!"
He blinked twice and then hurriedly removed his clothes. He stepped out of his pants and boxer shorts and pulled his white button-down shirt over his head. He dropped it to the floor and then hopped from one foot to the other to remove his shoes and socks.
Then he was naked and even Ken had to admire his physique. He was almost six feet tall with a lean muscular build. His stomach was flat and his arms and legs showed the toning that only people who work out regularly get.
His cock was about six inches long and slender. Katia stroked it lovingly, reaching back with one hand as she guided it toward her slit. He thrust his hips forward and squatted slightly until his cock was lined up with her entrance. She pushed back slightly until it popped past her lips and then Valeri shoved it into her. He began pistoning his hips as hard and as fast as he could. Ken could see Katia's bum jiggling from the force of his thrusts. She gasped with each thrust, the breath being pushed out of her as she was forced against the rail. Valeri grunted like an animal and hissed between his teeth as he mumbled something in Russian.
After a couple of minutes, he shoved forward hard and held her still. Ken guessed he was cumming. He grunted loudly and then he fell back, almost tripping over the chair a few feet behind him. He found the arm of the chair with his hand and lowered himself into it shakily and mumbled something Ken couldn't understand.
He spoke again, this time obviously in Russian, and Katia grinned in response.
"I told you it would be enjoyable," she said as she glided toward him and sat on his lap.
Valeri nodded and leaned back with his head over the back of the chair until he was staring at the ceiling and spoke again between gasps for air.
"What do you mean?" Katia asked suddenly. "You just got here!"
