Jean-Claude had showered with me after our hot sex session and was now lying on the bed on top of my fit, muscled body. My word he was a good lover and was stroking and caressing my body with his hands and lips, paying particular attention to my chest and nipples.
He had discovered their sensitivity while we were showering and now couldn't be pulled off. For my part I was enjoying the attention and moaned with lust as I felt my cock hardening again.
"Gotta go, cherie," he mumbled in that sexy French accent. He pulled away from me and stroked my face as he stood up.
We kept eye contact as he struggled into his jeans and T shirt. Fuck, he was sexy.
"See you later mon amie, " and he lowered his lips and sucked on mine.
Then he strode out, closing the door and leaving me alone.
I was hard and horny and fisted my cock as I enjoyed running my hands over my body, as Jean-Claude had done earlier. I needed some air and walked out, naked, onto the balcony. The view was exciting with the bussle of a busy port and town. I could glimpse the sea and the warm morning breeze felt good on my sensitive skin. My hand dropped lower, down my chest to my abs and flat stomache, and then lower still. I gazed over the balcony as I played with myself, thinking only of how long before I saw Jean-Claude again.
Then, as I looked straight down, I saw a fit guy, perhaps in his thirties, come out onto his balcony directly underneath mine. He was mixed race and tanned with a definite tan line where he had been sunbathing recently and he was stark naked. His peachy bum stuck out, coffee brown and fleshy and that wasn't the only thing sticking out. He had a big, fat, uncut cock that was waggling in front of him, leading the way, and as I looked down he wrapped his fist round it and started to stroke.
I moved slightly back behind the climbing plants around the balustrade and gazed at the back, head and shoulders of my neighbour with appreciation.
Was he fit or what? Mmmm a definite hunk!
He leaned one arm on the balcony as he stroked his stiffening cock with the other hand. He was moaning quietly and arched his muscular back as his climax approached. I could see the muscles in his legs and buttocks tense, and then he sank down as his knees weakened. He threw his head back as spunk cascaded over his fingers and the tiled floor of the balcony. As he slowly regained control he tipped his head back and moaned again, soft and sensual, before wiping his hand on his firm bum and then licking it clean, one finger at a time.
I was so hard I kept wanking until I also ejaculated with a series of moans and gasps. In my excitement I had worked my way unknowingly to the edge of the balcony, eager not to miss any of the action below. I had inadvertently gasped a little too loudly and as I finished shooting my load I looked down to see my neighbours's eyes looking up for the source of the sound. I immediately decided not to hide or slink away so I simply thrust my cock through the balcomy bars and looked down as my cum splattered around the feet of the handsome stranger below me.
He smiled and then winked at me. Then he very sexily wiped some of my splattered cum off his leg with a long, slim finger, and sucked on it again.
