Melissa stepped out onto her apartment balcony in her soft, flannel pajamas and stretched her arms out above her head. She planned out her day in her head. First, she would head to the gym and absolutely punish her body. Then, she would catch a matinee at the local movie theater, where she was sure to have the place to herself, since it would be early on a weekday. She could do some shopping after that, and afterwards she could curl up and watch a movie or read. She felt light and carefree.
She thought back to
the list
. It was a list of places she wanted to masturbate. She had always felt a certain excitement about masturbating in the open. She liked to wear clothes that allowed her easy access to her privates and get in a quick rub where she could. She called it "hide the vagina." So she had made a list of places she wanted to masturbate: the beach, an elevator, a taxi or bus, in a car wash, a movie theater, the library, a sauna, a public shower or locker room, and so on. The list was almost two pages long.
She pulled off her pajama bottoms and sat down on her patio chair in her pink panties. From her third floor balcony she could see the pool below where another college girl was lying out on a lounge chair, reading and listening to music. Melissa pulled her panties to the side, running a cool finger down her slippery lips and deeper between her butt cheeks, brushing her tight asshole. She had squirted a whole bottle of cold contact lens solution up her butt earlier that morning and felt that amazing jolt of energy, like jumping into a freezing cold lake. She had massaged so much shower gel into her asshole in the shower that her new favorite hole still smelled like cherry blossoms.
Before she could think too hard about it, her panties were on the ground and her pajama top was next to it in a heap. She opened her legs and spread her cheeks wide open with both hands. The gentle breeze tickled her glistening slit. She could see her snatch was hot pink and glistening. When she was horny, it seemed to turn a deeper shade of blush. She stood up and propped one leg up on the balcony, keeping an eye on the unsuspecting sunbather. Her fingers disappeared into her cunt and came out shiny. In and out of her soaking wet pussy.
She knew she was starting to make a very lewd sound, kind of like a thirsty dog licking water from a bowl. Her hand slapped harder against her puffy lips and inner thighs as she lost control. Her other hand cupped her ass from behind, and with a gasp, she jammed a finger into her bottom. With one finger already in, she found it easy to slide another finger next to it, feeling her asshole stretch. She wanted to stretch her asshole wider and tried a third finger. She pushed through a twinge of pain and picked up speed. Both hands were twisted and clenched in unnatural positions as she writhed and squirmed.
By now she had caught the eye of the girl at the pool, Jennifer, who was trying to hide her face behind her magazine but had one eye fixated on the spectacle directly above her. Jennifer's heart had skipped a beat when she looked up and saw the girl on the third floor balcony with her fingers wildly thrashing her sweet pink holes. She had to admit she felt a sort of animal attraction seeing such a display of raw, intimate beauty. She had never felt so attracted to someone of the same sex. She could hear and see how wet the girl on the balcony was, and couldn't take her eyes off the tangle of pink flesh and delicate fingers. She felt a lump in her throat. She hadn't moved a muscle since she first heard the damp, slapping sound and had looked up to see a girl about her age in the throes of an orgasm, with fingers stuffed in both holes, and a look of blissful agony on her face.
Jennifer slid her hand under her bikini bottoms and swallowed hard. Her pussy, which she had just gotten freshly waxed, was already slick. She could feel her engorged clit poking its pink head out and she flicked it absentmindedly, still mesmerized by the naked girl on the balcony. She could hear the girl's breathing get faster and thought she heard a soft moan in the silence.
Jennifer stole a glance around her. The apartment complex appeared deserted. Blinds were closed, the parking lot was empty, and there was no one else around. Her pulse quickened and her own breathing felt shaky. Her eyes darting furtively, she pulled down her bikini bottoms just a few inches. Her thighs spread apart instinctively, stretching the elastic band of her bikini bottoms. Her face was still partially hidden by her magazine. She saw the girl on the balcony spasm, her legs quivering as her eyes rolled back. The shaking continued for what seemed like a full minute, then the girl collected her clothes and disappeared.
