Melissa had danced hard in the arms of her many Spanish Toreadors that were queuing to accompany her. Her head flung back against the lift as she pressed the button for the fifth floor and it was with relief that she opened the door to her apartment, poured herself a glass of chilled white wine and headed to the veranda to suck in the cold breeze from the shore.
Melissa wasn’t expecting anyone to be joining her that late at night, but as she stepped out, she glanced in the direction of sounds coming from her left. She didn’t need to struggle to see what or who was making them. The light from the room illuminated a middle-aged woman with one hand on an identical veranda and the other, reaching behind her to feed her lover’s cock into her glistening opening.
Melissa watched her step to one side, look over her shoulder and nod to the man who was holding onto her hips. He pushed forward, penetrating her fully before turning to smile in Melissa’s direction.
Melissa recognised him as one of the men she had danced with earlier that night. A real bull of a man with broad shoulders and arms decorated with tattoos. Though it was unusual to see roses and vines on a man’s upper body, she thought.
Melissa took a sip of her wine and remained quiet, turning slightly to look in their direction and watch the action. His thrusts were firm, yet slow; his muscular body pulsing with deliberate need into the woman’s supple and yielding body. Melissa’s pussy throbbed in time to his thrusts and all she could think was –
Me too!
Melissa took another sip of wine and watched intently at their coupling. The woman’s grunts, emanating from each of his inward thrusts, caused her own lip to curl in anticipation of the woman’s orgasm.
The man grasped the woman’s hips firmly causing her to grasp tightly onto the veranda; her words echoing her approaching climax.
Melissa turned to leave the rutting couple to their orgasm and proceeded indoors for another glass of wine. Her hands fell to her mound and all she could sense was the moistness and aroma of her own excitement. Her nipples ached and were crying out for attention.
Melissa moved to the door and opened it – leaving it ajar, before rushing back to the veranda and stepping out to the orgasmic cries of the woman and powerful grunts of her lover. It was all he could to do to stop the woman fall to the floor after her legs gave way from under her; shaking uncontrollably.
Melissa recognised her climax as the kind she often suffered from – with the right lover of course and he seemed the right lover.
The man gathered the woman in his arms and manhandled her drooping yet satisfied body into the apartment. Melissa’s eyes were glued to the sperm dripping from the end of his still hard member, yet she caught his eye before he disappeared inside.