The Balcony Where I Let Him Finger Me Then Fuck Me in the Guest Room

The party was too loud. Bass thumped through the floor and walls of the small Mumbai flat. Bodies moved close. Sweat and perfume filled the air. I had one drink and my head felt light. My friend was in the middle of the crowd dancing. I needed space. I slipped out to the narrow balcony and pulled the glass door almost shut behind me.

City lights spread out below. The night air felt cooler on my skin. I leaned on the railing and breathed deep.

He was already there. Kabir from my literature elective. The quiet one who sat in the back with a book. We had spoken only a few times about poems and short stories. Tall. Dark hair. Eyes that saw too much.

He looked at me. Too loud in there?

Yes. My ears needed a break.

We stood side by side. The bass still reached us through the glass. My short dress shifted in the breeze. I felt his gaze on my legs and the curve of my ass.

I liked what you said in class about that story he said. Voice calm and low.

I turned. Our faces close. The talk of books faded. My body noticed every inch of him. The heat of his arm near mine. My pussy already felt warm and restless.

He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Fingers lingered on my skin. Then his hand cupped my cheek and he kissed me.

The kiss started soft then turned deep and hungry. His tongue pushed into my mouth. I tasted beer and him. My hands gripped his shirt. He pressed me back against the railing. One hand slid down my back under the hem of my dress. Over my bare ass because the panties were a thin scrap. Then his fingers moved between my thighs from behind.

I was soaked. His fingers pushed the fabric aside and slid two thick fingers straight into my dripping cunt. I gasped into his mouth.

Fuck you are so wet already he whispered against my lips.

He fucked me with his fingers right there on the balcony. People danced just inside the glass. My clit throbbed hard as his thumb found it and rubbed. I held the railing tight and came hard. Legs shaking. Pussy clenching and pulsing around his fingers. Juices ran down his hand and my thighs. I bit my lip until it hurt to keep the moan inside.

He pulled his hand free and licked his fingers clean while looking straight at me.

Come he said.

We slipped back through the door. No one looked our way in the dim light and movement. He led me down the short hall to a bedroom stacked with bags and jackets. He locked the door. Music still loud through the walls.

He pushed me onto the bed. Yanked my dress up and my panties down. Spread my legs wide and put his mouth on my pussy. Tongue flat and greedy on my clit. Licking sucking. Two fingers thrusting back into my tight wet cunt. I grabbed the sheets and arched. The second orgasm hit fast and hard. I came on his tongue. More wetness flooding his mouth. He kept licking until I had to push his head away.

Then I sat up and opened his pants. His cock sprang out thick hard and veined. The head already leaking precum. I took it into my mouth. Sucked the salty tip. Bobbed deeper. Spit ran down the shaft and over my chin. I sucked hungrily. Gagging a little when he hit the back of my throat. He groaned and held my hair. I loved the way my mouth stretched around him.

I need to fuck that tight pussy now he said rough.

I climbed on top of him. Guided the thick head to my entrance and sank down slow. Feeling every inch stretch my cunt open until he was buried deep. So full. I started riding. Up and down. Wet sounds loud under the music. His hands gripped my hips then slid under the dress to cup my breasts and pinch my hard nipples.

Your cunt feels so fucking good around my cock he said.

I rode harder. The bed creaked. Pleasure coiled tight again. I came a third time. Pussy pulsing and milking his cock. Juices dripping down onto his balls.

He flipped us easily. Put me on my back. Lifted my legs high and pounded into me. Hard deep thrusts that made the wet slap of skin fill the room. His cock hitting the deepest spot. I moaned into his shoulder. Harder. Fuck me harder. Use my pussy.

He did. Relentless. My fourth orgasm crashed through me. I felt myself gush and squirt around his thick cock.

I am close he said.

He pulled out. Stroked his glistening cock and came hard across my tits stomach and face. Hot thick ropes of cum landing on my skin. Some on my lips and tongue. I licked it. Salty and warm. I rubbed his cum into my breasts while he watched me with dark eyes.

We lay there breathing hard. Music still thumping. Voices passed the door once then faded.

He helped me clean with tissues from the side table. I pulled my panties and dress back on. Legs still weak. His cum drying sticky on my skin under the clothes.

We should go back separately he said.

I nodded. Opened the door carefully and slipped into the hall. Back to the party like nothing had happened. But everything had. My pussy still throbbed and ached. His cum still marked me. The taste of him still on my tongue.

That night when I reached my own room I lay on the bed and touched the sticky mess between my legs. Fingers sliding through the mix of my juices and his cum. Already wanting the next time. The good girl who studied literature had just let a near stranger finger her open on a balcony and fuck her raw in a bedroom full of jackets. And she wanted more.