She dropped her keys on the table, kicked off her shoes, and plopped down on the couch. Thumping and hammering next door informed her she had a new neighbor.
"Great," she thought as she stared up at the ceiling. She rose and went to the kitchen, taking down a wineglass and pouring a merlot from the bottle in the fridge. She went to the back of the apartment and opened the blinds leading onto the balcony. She slid the sliding door open and stepped out onto the balcony, staring into the stars and feeling the chilly wind blow around her. She thought of Mark as the wind nipped and nudged at her clothes. Cold wind always made her horny, she never understood why. Fine time to break up with him, she thought dismally, as her nipples began to harden under her shirt. Thinking she would just lie back and relax, she stretched out on the chaise lounge and set her drink on the table beside it. Watching the sky, she felt the familiar tingling sensation as the wind blew, and decided to give herself up to it. She was lucky in finding this place. Her apartment was one of four, on the corner and to the back of the complex. She had absolute privacy, with the exception of her one neighbor. The apartment below not only couldn't see her from below, but was currently unoccupied.
She began unbuttoning her shirt, slowly, feeling the wind blow more evenly across her chest. Breathing more heavily, she allowed the wind to blow open her blouse. Exposed to the cold wind, her nipples hardened and she began to feel wetness between her thighs. She unzipped her pants and slid her hand between her breasts, slowly over her stomach, and down into her panties. As she massaged and stroked, small pleasurable moans escaped her. With her eyes closed she didn't see the face pop around the partition next door. He watched her, his hand falling to stroke himself. She opened her eyes, astonished at first, but so far gone she didn't care, and continued. He boosted himself up and climbed over the partition. Standing at her feet she smiled at his obviously meaty erection.
"You could have strained something climbing like that," she whispered. Her voice was rough and he could just imagine how her hot breath would feel on him. She held out her hand and he took it, straddling the lounge. She drew herself up and rubbed her hands up and down the front of his jeans.
"I'm Marla," she said, her eyes never leaving the bulge.
"Jim," he said. "Pleased to meet you." His breath stopped as she unsnapped, then unzipped his zipper. He looked around sheepishly. "Are you sure this is ok?"
"I'm perfectly sure," she purred, taking him into her mouth. When he couldn't take it anymore he backed up, and helped her out of her clothes, slipping her slacks slowly down her legs, kissing his way back up to her stomach, slipping her shirt off while nuzzling her nipples. She slid a hand down and guided him into her. She held on to the back of the chair feeling him fully inside her, letting herself fall deeper and deeper into ecstacy. They came together ... Jim collapsing on top of her, spent. She smiled and stroked his hair.
"Care to come in for a drink?" she asked, slipping out from under him and collecting her clothes and her drink.
"Sure," he said. She took his hand and led him inside.
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