The balcony

The balcony
I woke up feeling a little bleary but otherwise good. I threw the covers back and made my way to the bathroom to urinate with my eyes half closed from sleepiness. I brushed my teeth and showered. I toweled myself off and then made my way to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee and reached the balcony doors. I slid the door open and stepped out into the morning sunlight and stretched out. I heard a light gasp and I turned with alarm to see my neighbor staring at me in shock, her hand held up to her open mouth and her eyes wide. My towel got off from me as I stretched and I was naked . She was wearing a blue linen dressing nighty without a word I turned and hurried back into my apartment thinking furiously about what effect this might have on my relationship with my neighbor. I dressed quickly. I returned to the balcony and retrieved my coffee which was cold by now. I grabbed my briefcase and hurried out the door and walked quickly, staring at the floor as I went and looked up at as I arrived at the elevator door to see my neighbor looking at me with a shy smile. I blinked and tried to hide my surprise. “Morning,” I mumbled, then looked down at the floor again. “Good morning,” she replied and then looked away. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I had no idea anyone would be out there this morning and I was just enjoying the morning sun.” “It’s okay,” she said shyly. “I don’t often go out there first thing in the day. I wanted to enjoy the morning sun too. I guess I got to enjoy something else too!” She giggled softly as she said it making me blush a little bit. “I’m just glad you weren’t offended,” I said. I nodded my thanks and then the elevator doors opened and we walked out. The next day was Saturday and I slept in. I opened the door and leaned forward to peak toward my neighbor’s balcony. I was in my shorts I didn’t see her ,I settled into the chair and placed my coffee beside me. It was already almost 6:00 AM leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes as the sun warmed my skin. I took a sip from my coffee and then stood up to stretch. I reached up as high as I could and turned back and forth to stretch my back too. “Good morning,” i heard her say. “Good morning,” I replied. “Beautiful day isn’t it?” she said sipping from her own coffee. She had her elbows against the rail and was leaning forward slightly as she looked below at the people going about their business. She was wearing her linen nighty belted loosely at her waist once more and she looked at me and smiled. ” My name is Shailu.” I said She smiled brightly and extended her hand in formal greeting. “Pleased to meet you Shailu,” she said. “I’m Kavitha.” I moved forward slowly and gripped her hand to shake it. “If a woman goes naked she does get a lot of attention; especially if they look like you do.” She smiled in surprise and cocked her head to one side. “What do you mean?” she said. “Well,” I said as I blushed “I think seeing you naked would get a lot of people excited.” She looked down and giggled and went away I did my best to forget the whole incident. Saturday night I returned home from the pub. and was now standing on my balcony dressed only in loose track shorts. Aside from this morning’s incident on the balcony, it had been a pretty uneventful day Suddenly the lights went out for as far as the eye could see. It was after 1:00 am so most people wouldn’t even know the power had failed until they woke up “Everything looks different when the lights go out doesn’t it?” I heard Kavitha say. I looked to my right and saw her silhouette outlined against the glass of her balcony doors. “How long have you been standing there?” I asked. “I only just came out,” she said. I watched her as she approached the balcony rail and noticed she was wearing something different; it was a white nightdress with large buttons going from her neck to her knees, but none of them were fastened. Instead she had the robe tied at her waist and it hung loosely on her willowy frame.I watched her intently as I noticed her nightdress had fallen open slightly. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you this morning,” she said. I couldn’t help myself; I saw now that the belt was still tied at her waist but her nightdress was now open to reveal a couple of inches of her bare midriff. Her nipples were covered but the valley between her breasts was almost entirely exposed. The nightdress fell just across her pubis, covering all of it except for a tuft of black hair at the top of her right thigh. I knew that even the slightest motion of her left leg would push the nightdress open further, showing even more of her mound. “I told you I didn’t have the courage,” she said with a rueful smile. “It’s only the wine that’s made me able to do this much.” She said as she turned and pointed to a half empty wine glass on her table. Shailu followed her pointing finger to the wine glass and then looked back to see that her nightdress was now fully open. The belt had come untied and dangled at her sides. Her pussy, covered in jet black hair, showed clearly between the flaps of her nightdress and one breast was entirely exposed, the nipple puckered and hard. My cock inflated to its full size and pushed the front of my track shorts out. She looked down at the bulge “I didn’t mean to embarrass you this morning,” she said again. “That’s okay,” I replied as I continued to stare at her body. “Do you like it?” she asked. She put one foot forward and thrust her chest toward me. “It’s beautiful!” I said. “Thank you,” she said. “I liked seeing you too.” “It looks pretty big right now,” she said, pointing at the front of my shorts. she said with a giggle. “Would you like some wine?” I stammered a response but she was already inside.

She returned a moment later, her nightdress flowing out behind her as she walked, holding a bottle of red wine and an empty glass. She filled it half way and then studied me with a grin. “If you want this,” she said smiling, “you have to remove your shorts.” I smiled back at her, my eyes roving over her breasts and pussy, “You too,” I said. “Take off the robe.” She smiled and placed her glass on the table beside her. She reached for the flaps of her nightdress at her shoulders and paused. I pulled my shorts to the floor and then stepped out of them. She watched me and she pursed her lips for a moment trying to decide what to do.Her eyes dropping to the cock she had only seen flaccid until now. She shrugged out of her nightdress and hung it over the balcony chair. She picked up the two wine glasses and walked slowly forward to meet Shailu at the railing. “I’m not feeling very brave,” she said as she handed me wine. “In fact, I’m terrified!” “No one can see up here even when the streetlights are on,” I said. “They certainly can’t see up here now.” “My heart is pounding from fear,” she said. “Feel it!” She pulled my hand to her left breast and my own heart seemed to skip a beat. “Can you feel it?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. “It’s wonderful!” I gently squeezed her tit, my fingers curling around her nipple and pinching it softly. Kavitha sighed and leaned her shoulder against dividing panel. I playfully toyed with her nipple. Mole-like in appearance when she wasn’t excited, it was now almost twice its original size and was obviously very sensitive judging by the sighs and moans she made. Almost imperceptibly, I felt her small hand close around my cock. Her touch was so gentle I had to look down to see it before I knew for sure she was holding it. She moved her hand back and forth slowly, her fingers forming a ring around my shaft. She began to seep up her stroking as I continued to play with her nipple. I pinched it and she gasped sharply. I caressed her tit with my hand and then went back to her nipple, squeezing it between my straightened fingers as they cupped her breast. She was now stroking my cock expertly, gathering up the precum and smearing it onto her hand and then stroking my shaft until my own fluids coated my cock from root to tip. She stroked harder and faster as I caressed her breast and began chanting to me breathlessly as I stroked her. “Yes, like that,” she said. “Just like that; I’m close, I’m going to cum. I’m really close!” I groaned and her hand felt almost like a pussy; slimy with my own precum she worked her hand back and forth bringing me to the edge. She was panting with her own need and was desperately trying to make me cum too. She pressed her wineglass against her pubis, grinding her clitoris against the rim of her glass, and then she groaned as quietly as she could. Her orgasm was slow to build and slow to release. She redoubled her efforts on my cock until she felt the first shot of semen splatter against her hand. She groaned even louder then as her own orgasm blossomed from the feel of my warm sperm spattering over her wrist and arm. She opened her eyes after a moment and looked down to see the world going on as it was before; no one was pointing their way or yelling out catcalls and she relaxed. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs and was still holding my cock in her hand as it softened. She smiled warmly at me. “No one saw us,” she said. “Not a soul!” I said. “I always liked this balcony,” she said. “Now I have even more reason to like it.”