The cool evening breeze pulls gently at your red silk slip. Every now and then it whips the garment high enough to show your delectable, knickerless arse and I stiffen slightly at the sight.
"Are you coming back to bed, love?" I ask, pulling the sheet out of the way to give you a look at my semi-erect cock.
You turn and smile. "Why don't you join me out here, instead?" As you speak you aid the breeze in its quest to raise the slip and with both hands you pull it up from either side to reveal your incredible arse that you know I adore so much. Swaying your hips gently from side to side you tease me, aware that it's unlikely I'll be able to resist.
I can't, and seconds later I'm out there on the balcony with you, my naked body pressing up against your own as only a couple of levels below, people go about their daily business. It's a Sunday morning, therefore there aren't many people about; just a couple of dog walkers, a few joggers and a bloke on a bicycle.
"Did you order breakfast?" You ask as my hands clamp firmly onto each of your arse cheeks.
"Yeah," I reply. "We've got ten minutes."
"Then you'd best get to work, hadn't you?"