Balcony

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9:42pm on a Friday night. On the third glass of chardonnay. I’ve cut and cleaned your favorite fruits. Pineapples, strawberries, and grapes. Sprinkles of sugar for an accent. 90’s r&b playlist going in the background. A patio love seat big enough to hold us both. Lighting compliments the borders of the balcony. Being on the 19th floor makes it impossible for them to see us. You’re in-basketball shorts, while I’m in one of your t-shirts and my panties. I refill your glass, because I want you comfortable. While you pass me the blunt lifted and tipsy, you glance my direction.

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I move a little closer taking a sip from my glass; placed my cup down and made my way into your lap. You’re already standing at attention. Waiting for me to make the first move. You love it when I kiss it. I uncover you as you watch with your right hand resting on my back. Teasing is my specialty. Holding you firm in my hand, I make contact. Sending a rush as my bottom lip caresses over the tip. I trace every inch with my tongue. The coolness of my breathing gives you chills. I keep going until you stop me. I can barely fit it all the way in, it’s so big. Just imagining you makes my mouth water.

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You stop me. Brought me to my feet and asked me to turn around. You walk me to the railing and placed your hands on each side of me, gripping the border. With me facing away lifting my oversized t-shirt, uncovering the ass you’ve been feigning for. Patiently waiting… You pull my panties to the side. No words, you bend me forward. I secure my hands around the metal bars. Looking out towards the night; awaiting your presence between my legs. I can feel you repositioning behind me. To my surprise I can feel your breath on the back of my thighs. Calmly passed kisses left following each other up and around to the center of my nookie. Your lips make me so sensitive. Your so close I can feel you inside of me without you touching me.