This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely coincidental. Don't expect much realism here, folks. Commentary is appreciated as always!
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Hello again! Kate here. I thought I'd come back and share another story. I should probably mention, these won't necessarily be told in chronological order; I'm just writing what's on my mind to share when I sit down. However, it just so happens this was a couple weeks after the last story I shared.
It was Sunday morning. Martin had had to go out of town for a couple days for work, and I'd once again spent the night alone. The evening before, Victoria had briefly introduced me to a booty call she'd invited over before the two of them had headed off to her room. We hadn't exchanged much more than names and hellos, but he was gorgeous, and listening to the two of them going at it had gotten me more than a little worked up.
I found the house quiet as I emerged into the living room; the kids evidently weren't up yet. Putting off the call of caffeine for a moment, I headed for the sliding door that led out onto our little balcony. It's not much—there's just barely space for a couple of chairs and someone standing—but I love having it. It overlooks a little park space behind our building, just grass and a couple of footpaths, with the next street providing further distance from our opposing neighbors. Not exactly a pristine view, but it's open enough to feel like fresh air.
Stepping out gave me that feeling—just what I wanted. The day was warming up beautifully, but there was enough of a breeze playing over my bare skin to make my nipples stand out. Breathing in deep, I stretched up tall, arms overhead, slowly shaking off the dust of sleep.
The pleasant fullness of my asshole reminded me of the butt plug I'd been wearing since yesterday. It was my favorite one, the steel kind with the round jeweled base, this one a shimmery light blue. Playfully, I clenched my anal muscles, pulling it in deep and squeezing the smooth bulb. A shiver ran through me, making my nipples stiffen up further and my lips curl in a smile. Widening my stance, I leaned forward, bracing myself on the balcony railing, and twerked, feeling the weight of the metal shift inside me in time with the jiggling and clapping of my cheeks.
"Fuck yeah," I sighed. "Yeah, I fucking love shaking my thick, juicy ass." If you've never tried talking dirty about your own body, just for yourself, I highly recommend it. It's a great way to feel confident in your skin. When I first started doing it, it always felt weird and embarrassing, but I swear, the more you do it, the more natural it gets, and the more you start to really believe what you're saying. These days, it's one of my favorite things, and I give it major credit for helping me get over my body image issues.
I was already pretty worked up, and this little warmup had my pussy positively sopping, sorely in need of some attention. Straightening up, I turned to the chairs we have for when we feel like relaxing out here. On one, left out from some previous use, was another of my toys, a purple bullet vibe that packed a surprising punch. I ignored the bottle of water-based lube next to it—wet as I was, I knew I wouldn't need any help.
Clicking the button, I brought the toy between my legs and started in on some open-air morning masturbation. I remained standing, looking out over the currently deserted park as I teased the end of the vibe against my clit. The little bit of extra effort to keep myself upright made the lovely shivers and shakes the toy sent running through me feel even more delicious. With my free hand, I squeezed and massaged my butt, giving it a few playful slaps that sent ripples through the soft flesh. "That feels so fucking good," I said to myself, the thrill of talking about the sensations making them more intense.
I quickly moved on from gently brushing the vibe against my clit to pressing it more firmly. While not the most powerful toy I had, it was more than enough to make my legs shake. Closing my eyes, I moaned with abandon, not thinking at all about who might hear. "Fuck...I'm such a fucking sexy slut," I sighed, cheering myself on. "I fucking love playing with my pussy...it's so wet... hungry..."
My first clue that I wasn't alone was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me.
I wasn't in any mood to stop, but I did bite my tongue. Turning my head to look, I found myself face-to-face with Victoria's guest, Trevor. He was standing behind me in the living room, as naked as I was, wearing a look that said he hadn't been expecting to walk in on this, but wasn't unhappy he had.
Victoria had mentioned a few things about him to me when she'd announced he was coming over, a few minutes before he'd shown up. She'd met him on Tinder, as was the case with more and more of her hookups since she'd turned eighteen. He had a few years on her at twenty-two, a senior at Portland State. I'd only gotten a brief look at him the night before, enough to see he was Black, tall-ish, athletic but not huge, and as handsome as Victoria knew she rated, with a chiseled jaw. Now that I saw him without clothes, I could tell I'd been right about his athleticism—you could've grated cheese on his abs. I was also flattered to note he was quite hard, which might've just been morning wood, but I had a feeling had more than a little to do with me.
"Oh, hey," I offered with a smile, my voice a little breathless from my simmering pleasure. "Morning."
He blinked, still wearing that slightly stunned smile. "Uh...morning," he replied. "Am I interrupting?"
I shook my head. "Not at all. Don't mind me." On an impulse, I gave my ass another soft smack, knowing he'd get a show out of the result.
He was silent for a moment, seemingly just letting it sink in that this was happening. "Alright," he finally said, that smile becoming a little surer. Rather than move on with whatever he'd planned on doing, though, he remained where he was. "I hope you don't mind...y'know, me being naked," he said, gesturing at his state. "Figured it wouldn't be a problem." Considering both Victoria and I had been naked when he'd arrived last night, it was a sound assumption.
"No, of course not," I reassured him. "No guest here has to wear anything they don't want to."
He chuckled. "Right. Thanks." Again, he remained where he was. I saw his gaze wandering down my body. "You, uh...do this a lot?"
It was my turn to chuckle at that. "What, masturbate on my balcony?"
He seemed to turn that over for a moment. "Sure, let's go with that."
"Pretty often," I answered with a grin. "I like the fresh air."
He nodded. "I can imagine."
There was another silence; this one stretched a little. I was the one to break it this time. "Was there something you were looking for?"
"Nah, not really," Trevor replied. "I mean, I was gonna get a glass of water, but no hurry."
I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Of course." There was no doubt in my mind at this point: he was watching me, and didn't want to stop. Well, why should he? "You wanna come join me out here?"
Trevor's smile broadened. "I'd love to." Without waiting for any further invitation, he strode out onto the balcony. I felt his erection come within an inch of brushing against my hip as he slid into the nearer chair, settling in facing me. Pausing to glance at the balconies of the units next to ours, and seeing them empty, he took his dick in hand and began to stroke, steady and unhurried, while unashamedly taking in the view I offered.
With the situation well established, I relaxed a little, resuming my moaning. For the moment, though, I refrained from any more dirty talk. "Have fun last night?" I asked instead, the words a little strained between my sounds of pleasure.
Trevor blinked again at that, though his hand didn't falter on his cock. "Uh...yeah. Yeah, V's great." He was silent for another moment, still seeming a little unsure how to handle this. "You, uh...you two seem close."
My next gasp came out as an affirmative. "Definitely. We...
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