Bill’s Balcony…
One of our stays was a little like Fawlty Towers. I have to admit I can't completely remember where it came in the timeline but really wanted to write about it. The hotel was owned by a guy called Bill and everything in the hotel was themed around this. The staff were lovely but very quirky and clearly very loyal to Bill, with some of them being very long serving. The room was okay. It was a typical ‘getting a little worn’ hotel. I was, however, excited when I realized the room had a balcony overlooking a lake. We stood outside for a while and soon realized that, when the wind blew in a certain direction, there was a strong smell of sewage. We found this really funny!
One of the days was beautifully sunny. I actually had very little work on and had wandered around the local town looking at the shops. I bought some sweet William flowers to put in our room and two sweet pea plants to take home. To make sure they stayed alive, I put them on the balcony.
Mr P was hard at work that day and had decided to walk from the office to the hotel and asked whether I wanted to meet him halfway. I put my shorts on as it was so hot and went to meet him. He was striding on the other side of the road and I couldn't help but be impressed at his stature and purposeful walk. He met me with a peck on the lips. Mr P wasn't really into PDA. This amused me no end as he was happy to fuck outside with the risk of being caught but a kiss and cuddle in public made him uncomfortable! Anyway, he leaned in and whispered, ‘ I want to fuck you.’ This always turns me on and makes me horny so I immediately felt wet. I didn't want to fuck and have that be it for the night, so I suggested we stop for something to eat on the walk back. He was happy with that and we found a local pub. The pub was as quirky as the hotel. We ate steak and drank red wine and laughed a lot. One thing Mr P likes to do is finish my food. I don't eat very much and, because he is quite tall and wide, he eats far more than I do. Quite often he will order food and I will just have a little of his rather than order and waste a meal.
After a couple of hours we decided to leave but still wanted to delay our satisfaction so we thought we would sit in Bill's bar for a little while. This was great fun. So much to look at, to laugh at, and to talk about. Times like this were getting more frequent and I felt like I was developing a strong connection to someone rather than just having a ‘fuck buddy’. I don't mean we wanted to change our situations at all. But we found a way to have this parallel bubble where we could just have fun and experience the pleasure we needed to function. And with someone who is similar and needs to occasionally unburden their thoughts and feelings, as well as having lots of laughs and great sex. I found that this man was someone I could laugh with and at….and whom I genuinely didn't mind laughing at me. At this time, I really started to question social and moral conventions. This couldn't be so wrong if lots of people wanted it and pursued it, could it?
We decided to go back to the room after laughs, selfies and taking the mickey out of each other relentlessly.
Back in the room it was so hot. We opened the balcony door and tried to cool down. By this time it was pitch dark out on the balcony.
It was really dark and there were not many lights on in the rest of the hotel and Mr. P pulled me into his arms and squeezed me tight. Kissing me hard on the nose, cheeks, neck. He started to rub his hands up and down the side of my body and under and around my ass. He started to lift my skirt and I suddenly became a little self-conscious. I don't mind having sex outside, but usually it's quite anonymous and this time we were in a hotel full of people that we might meet for breakfast. He lifted my skirt and found the edge of my knickers and started to stroke his fingers against my wet pussy. Next, his hands were sliding into the top of my dress and he started to undo each button slowly and purposefully. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and I became less aware of all the other balconies facing us.
He opened my dress and thrust his hands into my bra pulling out my breasts. He bent down slightly and started to tug at my nipples with his teeth. I was so wet and totally forgot that we were in a very public place as he continued unbuttoning my dress all the way down the front and slipped it from my shoulders. He threw the dress through the balcony door and it landed in a heap on the carpet.
I could feel myself throbbing with anticipation and I could feel his dick getting harder and harder. He turned me around and pushed me forward so I was holding onto the railings of the balcony. I felt his cock push against me. His fingers tugged my knickers to one side. I was self conscious as I knew my knickers would be soaked. This felt a little unfair…..he was still fully dressed and I was almost naked.
He forcefully took my shoulders and pushed me so my hands touched the floor spreading my legs slightly with his feet so he could thrust hard inside me. He pushed and pushed. He was pounding me hard and deep and I was trying so hard not to moan and scream. I wanted to feel him cum inside me…feel his cock pulsing and the hot cum spurting into me.
A light came on in an adjacent room. I glanced over but I was fairly sure no one would be able to see what was happening on the dark balcony. I really didn't care, though. I felt a thrill thinking about how we might be entertaining someone. I wondered whether there was anyone watching us and wanking.
I was about to cum and tensed up. This caused Mr P to withdraw and slowly tease my pussy. He slid inside me slowly and I said, ‘Let me cum, please let me cum.’ He picked up the pace and pushed harder and deeper until I came. I felt him cum at the same time. I felt his cum inside me and his cock pulsing. I felt him lose control and push harder and harder.