I looked down at the city, checking my bearings and searching for the landmarks I knew. The station, the canal district, the shopping streets. At least if this didn’t work out I’d be able to find my way back. It was a dark, clear night and the skyline glowed through the clear glass of the 20th floor apartment I found myself in.

I was in a modern, open plan living room which took up a corner of the flat, giving me a clear 180 degree view across the city. I was so intent on the panorama in front of me I didn’t catch the reflected movement in the glass before he was upon me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his lips against my bare neck. I bent my head, giving easier access and melted into his arms and body, letting him hold me, support me. I loved the feeling of being embraced, sinking against him, and let out a small moan of pleasure.

I could feel Nick’s growing hardness against my ass cheeks, firm against my soft buttocks and I reached round and caressed him through his jeans. This encouraged him and his hands roamed over my body, feeling my waist, running up the sides of my dress to my armpits, across my chest and down, past my flat stomach to the tops of my thighs. His hands massaged downwards in a ‘V’, firmly exploring my groin, finally delicately brushing across my own growing cock.

I shifted position and turned to face him, as much to be able to take this to the next level as to address the uncomfortable straining of my cock against my panties. In my heels we were nearly the same height and I looked in his eyes as I parted my red lips and moved in for a long, deep French kiss. He responded and our tongues probed each other, soft, then hard, licking each other’s lips and then back in for more. Nick continued to run his hands over me, now able to grasp my buttocks, massaging them and gliding his fingers down my crack. He tugged upwards at my panties, wedging the thong deep into my cleft, the fabric rubbing against my puckered rose bud.

My knees buckled slightly and my legs parted, the gap letting his thigh slip in to thrust against my own hard cock. The feeling was intense. I’d always thought of myself as mainly hetero. Yes, I like to dress up and look feminine. I loved having my ass played with and the feel of my vibrator as it penetrated my ring was fantastic. But I still looked at girls more than men. Everything about them excited me – their style, their soft curves, their clothes, their slick, wet, musky smell of excitement.

And yes, I’d been with James and I had enjoyed him as much as he enjoyed me. His toned and muscled body in contrast to my slender, willowy outline. His strong arms holding me and his hard, glistening cock feeling so big and powerful in my hands, my mouth, my butt. Our mutual climaxes and the taste of his spunk. But all that happened with Jenny present at the same time.

But this feeling with Nick was different to that. I felt less like a plaything and more like an object of desire in my own right. And in return Nick was my object of desire. Breaking off our embrace I took a step back and slipped out of my dress, shrugging it off my shoulders and letting it fall at my heels.

And it was glorious. Maybe seven inches long, with a good girth, similar to my own vibe at home; I wasted no time in going to work on it. He reclined back and that was my cue to edge closer and take him into my mouth. My lips slipped over the bulbous head, my tongue licking the glands, before pulling back out and trailing my tongue down his full length to his trimmed balls, which I licked and sucked briefly before working back up the shaft to the head again. This time I gently sucked him into my wet opening, caressing the head and glands again with my hungry tongue, before drawing his whole cock into my mouth, suppressing the gag reflex and enjoying how it filled my orifice.

I was glad to have practiced deep throating my vibrator in the privacy of my dorm room at uni; it was something I’d not been able to do with James, partly because of his size and partly because of my own inexperience. But with Nick it felt like a natural fit.

He groaned appreciatively, letting his hands hold my head in position before encouraging me to pull up and then back down on his member. I was happy to be led.  Kneeling there, in front of him, wearing my stockings and heels, I felt like myself. I bobbed up and down on his tool, lubricating his shaft with my saliva, pausing occasionally to slurp up any excess precum and saliva that escaped my mouth.

A few more minutes of this and Nick, ever the gentleman, gave me a warning. “I’m going to cum,” he panted. I didn’t stop, instead working harder on his cock, bobbing up and down faster, increasing the friction. I cupped his balls and gently massaged them in one hand, willing him to let go. I wanted his spunk. I wanted to taste it. To savour it. To show that I was enjoying this. Because I was enjoying it as much as he was.

And then he held my shoulders and came thrusting up and into my mouth. I was ready and caught the stream where I wanted it, making sure I took all that he gave. When he’d finished twitching I pulled myself away from him, still with his load in my mouth. He looked at me with a dopey grin and I looked back, trying to give it my best coquettish smile, then swallowed his sweet cum in one go.

I pushed myself up from between his knees and held out my hand, my bracelet catching a light and playing a bright reflection across the dark shadows of the room.  Standing in my heels, stockings and panties, my throbbing cock leaking precum through the gusset, the taste of salty spunk in my mouth, I almost came without touching myself. But using the little will power I had, I managed to control the urge and let Nick lead me into the bedroom…