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Brownstones and Balconies
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Archive-name: brownstone
Brownstones and Balconies
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A spring evening, warm wind languishing down the streets, tossing the
leaves from a long winter into a doorway. We stroll along among the many
people out enjoying the night. Turning in at the brownstone, we pull up
short in the doorway for a quick kiss. Mmmmmmm, I started to pull away
but your hand came up and slid behind my head, tugging, bringing me back
down. We chuckled and our teeth clicked. I slid past your lips, past your
soft cheek and on to your ear. What delicacies are your ears, tender
whorls inviting me deeper into a trance. The words come easily to my lips.
I tell you in a whispered urgent tone of my love. My hands on your ribs
feel your breath rising and falling, catching with the words. How I do
want you, in an urgent way in the doorway of this apartment building,
people walking by close, talking. I come back to the reality of your palm
against my chest, my thumbs against your nipples, my fingertips resting
lightly on your sensitive ribs, breath heaving. We sigh and part, the
spell broken for now.
Running up the stairs, laughing, ringing the bell, and being swept into
a party already in progress. The noise, the heat, the heavy aromas of
so many bodies, so much perfume, and smoke and other more animal odors
of people in heat. Like a wash it hits me and I struggle with the power
of it. Nasty comes my mood, with a feeling in my teeth of wanting to
bite. I go into the living room.
It's great to see all the people again. It's been a while since we got
together and the conversation flows fast, the jokes and the taunts and
the barbs, blood pressure raised quickly and just as quickly dropped.
The hours pass in human time until midnight chimes. I raise my head to
scent you.... in the kitchen, out of all the odors, I follow yours.
Pushing past the press of people in the hall. The feel of bodies
pressing close for that tantalizing instant, a hand on the shoulder
takes on such power, the gentle slide of fingers on lightly covered
flesh. A hand strokes me as I go past, I flatten myself against the
silk covered torso, up against the wall. My hunger flares as I bear
down on the hips, pulling them to me, the sudden intake of breath at the
feel of my swelling desire. I break the clinch and swipe the back of my
hand over the lips and teeth that are bared in front of me. A hand
truculently grips my balls and I rotate my hips in longing. Moving on
into the kitchen, I cast my thoughts ahead to excite you.
Sure enough you hear me come through the door, though I make no sound
audible to the human ear, and certainly none distinguishable in this
din. I can see the shake of your head, then your shoulders sway. The
movement travels down that delightful spine, the muscles of your back
that have arched so often above me and beneath me. Your hips start to
sway just as I come up close and press against you. You push back,
distracted, missing a cue in your conversation.
Embarrassed, you half turn and playfully slap at my hands which have
circled your waist. Trying to draw me into the conversation,
unsuccessful, you turn and see the half smile about my lips and the
come-on look in my eyes. Come on, come on, come on, come onto my stiff
cock you delicious lover. Come with great gasping breaths while you
lock me in with your desire. Desire sparks desire, mine and yours. You
bite your lip. I lean forward as if to whisper in your ear, but all I
do is groan, and turn away. Torn by the need to seduce the delicious
green eyed beauty you were talking to, and the need to, to, to, Ohhhh
Damn! Just the need to be with a lover who has laboured long and hard
to show you some ecstasy.
I'm already passing back through the horde, smiling, grinning, lips
touching, good night! Goodnight! See yas later, eh?
I mentally tug on the cord tied to your crotch. The others knotted
about your nipples. Through the mass of flesh I feel you move to
follow, leaving, the green eyes follow you hungrily.
I grab my long coat and go out on the balcony for a breath of air, the
party just inches away behind the sheer curtains. The sound fades as I
draw a deep clear breath. I lean over the railing to see the people on
the street just a few feet below. A swish of the curtains, a temporary
blocking of the sound as you come through the door and put your arms
around my waist, leaning your cheek on my back, moulding yourself
against my buttocks. I don't move, frozen, waiting to see what will
happen. Your hands have such a life of their own, strong and soft,
slipping inside my coat, inside my shirt, tweaking me, stroking, sliding
inside the cotton. They slide to the sides of my hips and grip me
lightly almost carelessly, then snake sensuously inside the pockets of
my slacks. Uuuuunh! What a grip, tender, strong, light. I would go
far for a grip like that, teasing me out here on the balcony with the
party behind us and the people below. Your fingers slide delicately
over my erection, teasing...... back and forth, up and around.
I feel you shiver and realize you are just wearing your shirt against
the cool night. You turn me around and face to face, you stand inside
the folds of my long warm coat. Our breaths turn instantly to steam.
You press a finger to my lips, then with a teasing smile and a pat to my
pressure point you turn to bend over the railing, your back to me inside
my coat that hangs nearly to my ankles. I laugh and slide my hands in
your pockets. You reaction is swift, bending your knees, rubbing the
crease of your bum up and down against me, spreading your knees to give
me access to the delights of your musky dampened crotch.
My fingers slide over your backthrust hips, down the inside of your
thighs, teasing, then return to your belt. I can hear your breath catch
as I undo the catch of your pants. They are so roomy, I can slide my
hand down inside to tantalize your bare thighs. You arch your back
lower, raising your hips in that unmistakable rutting movement, a gentle
roll in time with my fingers sliding, pressing, gripping you through
your underwear. Your pants fall in a puddle around your ankles and you
gasp as the cool night air puffs kisses against your dampness. Oh, so
ready to get fucked. I grasp your underwear, pull it down slightly
until I can move it to the side. My cock springs easily from it's
confines, and I let go for the few seconds it takes to lubricate and
slip on a condom. You shiver in cold, and at the thought of the latex.
I don't delay, since you are already hyped.
I guide my charger to your opening. Damn, the underwear gets in the
way. Frustrated, I take out my clasp knife and cut through the flimsy
material. It falls in tatters inside the puddle of your pants.
Gripping the nape of your neck with my left hand, and my erection with
my right, I bend my knees and nose it up inside you. You grunt and flex
your knees to take it in. Your back arches down. My hand entwines your
hair to pull back your neck. You are shaking with the urge to be
driven. Slowly, you are opening to accommodate my length. I slap your
hip with my open hand, and reach around in front to feel your desire.
Grabbing you hard and forcing you back with my fingers, I slide all
inside you. The warmth of your buttery buns pressing against my
stomach.
I lean forward, still holding back your head, and my teeth graze the
straining side of your neck. You wince and jerk at the pain, but there
is nowhere to move to. I have you right where I want you, spread open,
split naked in front of me, hot and panting, skewered on my stiff poker,
ready for the serious stuff. You start as a voice sounds from the party
inside but I tighten my grip, flexing my knees and take a newer deeper
thrust. The slippery juice of our rut is matting the hair above my cock
and on my balls. I feel it on the inside of your thighs when I press
there with my long fingers. I lean closer over you, pressing you into
the railing, moving inside you now and using my hand and fingers at the
same time. Your sleek muscles grip me and you move as if to rise up
again. I growl and sink my teeth into the back of your neck. My hand
that held your hair slides up under your shirt and squeezes your nipples
in time to my grinding fingers and crotch. I see your eyes staring
blindly at the passersby on the street below, your mouth slack, your
whole body tensed, pleading, anguished, pleading to be taken over the
edge, your lower opening welcomes me. Aaah! The voices only inches
behind us and I feel you start to quake, to shake, to squirm your ass
gainst my belly, grabbing my hand and using it on your crotch to fully
satisfy your lust.
I growl against you one last time, then slowly relax my grip. My hands
ache with the tension, my knees are weak, I slump over you, my cheek on
your shoulder. My erection recedes and falls out with a silent plop.
You realize your nakedness and bend to draw up your pants. I remove the
condom into a kleenex and stuff it into my pocket. I slip my half-hard
member back inside my pants and zip them up. You turn from your re-
dressing and close your teeth on my collarbone. Turning your head coyly
to the side you look so inviting. I know you are thinking of the green
eyes in the kitchen and the long night before the dawn ahead.
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