A sight to be seen

Waking before the sun and sleepy man in my bed, I debated opening the suitcases to rifle for something to wear but that would require turning on lights and making noise. Instead, I grabbed the shirt he wore yesterday, tossed it on the chair before our shower last night, and slipped it over my head. The upside to a tall husband and short wife, I could steal his clothes and still be decent, as his shirts were long enough to cover my butt. Bonus that it still smelled like him so it was like wearing a hug.

I wanted to wake him to join me, but he’d had a long week and flew straight from work to Mexico and was beat. He also looked so peaceful laying there, sheets tangled between long legs, just covering the swell of his ass. His back was exposed and ripe for my tongue and nails to… A soft snore escapes him, startling me from the beginnings of a sweet fantasy, reminding me how deeply he slumbered. That decided for me. Blowing him a silent kiss I slip outside, closing the sliding door quietly behind me.

Stepping away from the chilled AC air into the thick heated, humidity was like leaving a snow-covered winter city and walking into a sandy beach paradise, a journey we began yesterday. Now we had seven days of sun and fun ahead of us, no interruptions, no work, no responsibilities. The only decisions we had to make were beach or pool, and where to eat. Perhaps an excursion, or just the pure enjoyment of doing as little as possible.

As the crash of the waves drowned out my thoughts I was glad I upgraded to the ocean view suite. It was a large balcony, with privacy walls blocking the view from either neighbour. A small wicker table set was set up perfectly for morning tea or breakfast if room service was preferred over the hotel buffet. Today would be one of those days. It had been a late arrival and the only energy we had by the time we got to the room was for a quick shower and crawling into bed, falling asleep watching a telenovela we didn’t understand.

Leaning on the rail I close my eyes and let the roar of the waves overwhelm me. There were a few sounds in the world that could cause instant calm in me, this was number one. Breathing deep I taste the salt on the air and feel the warmth seep in. I stood there for what felt like an eternity, absorbing the peaceful vibes, every muscle relaxing into softness with each passing moment. When I opened my eyes the sky was still dark with a sliver of a moon to the west and just the slightest hint of daylight creeping over the horizon. The stars shone bright but were starting to fade with the oncoming day.

I pulled a chair from the table next to the balcony and settled in to watch the world wake up. I could see a few cruise ships in the distance lit up against the inky backdrop of the ocean, and the horizon a deep orange as the sun began its journey. As the minutes passed the deep orange took on hues of reds and pinks, painting the sky streaks of colour. Lost in the sunrise I didn’t notice the lights in the room or the movements through the glass behind me. I remained oblivious that he was awake until I heard the door slide open.

Startled out of my reverie I look back to see him walk out in a pair of pyjama bottoms and nothing else. The dusting of salt and pepper hair on his chest matched the hair on his head and in his beard. I loved to run my fingers through all of it, feeling the softness tickle my fingers. I stood, opening my arms wide for a hug, which he happily provides, hands finding their way under the shirt to the warmth of my back, exposing my ass to the air.

“Good morning beautiful,” he mumbles into my mouth as he kisses me, “you look good in my shirt.” His hands slid lower to cup my ass, “but what’s this? No bottoms!? Scandalous!”

Chuckling I kiss him deeper, silencing the chastisement. My tongue invades his mouth, seeking his as I press harder against him. I was more rested now than last night. My hands run up his neck into his hair, fingers tangling in the dark tresses as I give a small tug. A small groan echoes and I don’t know if it’s his or mine. I also don’t care.

As I start to push him back towards the room, wanting to take advantage of him, he resists. Breaking the kiss he drops a peck on the tip of my nose, dark eyes taking in my flushed face and bruised lips, “beautiful sunrise don’t you think?” he asks, turning me around.

His hands rest on my belly as he props his chin on the top of my head, settling in to watch the rest of the sunrise with me. I lean back, noting the solid feel of him nestled against the small of my back, and smiling to myself. His hands move up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing gently over the nipples. I sigh contentedly and enjoy the sensations as the sun continues its ascension.

Warm breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “I’m going to fuck you on the balcony.” Not a question. An emphatic statement.

A shiver tracks my body at the idea. We were secluded enough that no one would likely see, but it wasn’t an isolated area and plenty could hear.

Pinching my nipples roughly, he continues, “You’re going to need to be very quiet or everyone will hear you. Do you think you can do that? Can you be a good girl and stay silent?”

A nod was all I could manage at that point. Words escaped me. The only thing I could think of was where his fingers were headed next.

Pulling his shirt off me, and dropping it on the chair I was just sitting in, he turns me once again and pushes me up against the railing. Kneeling he pushes my thighs apart, lifting one leg over his shoulder, giving him plenty more access to the already wet and eager pussy.

Glancing up with his wicked smile that tells me I’m about to forget more than just words, likely my name, he reminds me, “You have to keep quiet. You don’t want everyone to know what we’re doing, do you?”

A part of me was tempted to let the world know how well he made me orgasm, but another part reminded me these were people we would be seeing for the next few days. I shook my head, pressing my lips tightly closed. I could be quiet. I could be a good girl.

Using his thumbs he parts the wet folds of my pussy, brushing against the already sensitive head of my clit, making me whimper. His eyes dart up and with a quick shake of his head. I’m silent once more. This would be harder than I thought. Especially when his tongue probes my hole, mimicking what I knew his cock would be doing later, but gentler. I closed my eyes and internally cried out as the pace quickened and his thumb moved faster along my clit. He knew exactly what it would take to make me orgasm quickly.

The only thing keeping me in a standing position was his hands pressed into my hips as I bit my lip and exploded all over that glorious tongue. A shuddered sigh escapes as I look down to see him lapping up the mess he just made. Locking eyes I watch him tease that sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue as his thumb slips inside me. Swapping places to make me squirm. My hips move of their own accord, pushing into his thumb, wanting it deeper inside me, I grind down on him. Sucking my clit between his teeth he bites softly, bringing me over the edge again.

This time I collapse back, my ass catching the lip of the balcony as I try to stay standing. He pulls his thumb out, licking the thick cream coating it as he stands. Smiling, he presses his lips to mine so I can taste the good work he did. My tongue trace his lips enjoying the taste of myself. I suck his tongue into my mouth, much like I was about to do with another part of his body.

My hands catch the ties of his pants, pulling them apart, loosening the waist, I slip my hand under the waistband and brush my fingers along the sensitive, yet hard, tip waiting for me. I hear his sharp inhale of breath, at the same time as I hear the doors opening on our neighbour’s balcony. Soft voices waft over the air as we both stilled, wondering what we do next.

Looking up at him I bare my teeth in a dangerously evil way as I tighten my grip on his cock, stroking quickly, using the precum accumulating to make my progress easier. I see the muscles tightening in his jaw as he struggles to control himself, but his hands on my shoulders encourage me to my knees where I tug down the pants and greedily suck his cock into my mouth.

I take my time, letting my tongue explore the veins popping over hard flesh. Tracing them down I stop at the tightened sac and tease the seam before gently slipping them between my lips. Sucking gently I let my tongue continue its work, massaging, toying with the delicate skin. My hand grasps the shaft and slowly strokes from base to tip. A low growl trickles out before he catches his lip in his teeth to silence himself. It was his turn to keep silent as I torment and bring him to the cusp. Looking up, his eyes are tightly closed, hands clasped behind his head, arms spread wide as he struggles for control. He was almost there.

I could hear the voices of the people next door more clearly and even follow the conversation while they made plans for the day. They sounded older which just made this more fun for me as I watched him, my tongue now tracing lazy circles over his cock, teasing the small hole for more of him to taste. I could see the dark desire in his eyes as he opened them. I pull him back into my mouth taking him as deep as I could without causing a gagging sound, possibly alerting the others of our presence and nefarious deeds.

As I ready to take him down my throat he grabs the back of my neck and tugs me up. Surprised I release his cock from my mouth and fumble to a standing position. I wasn’t expecting this, I thought I almost had him. His control was far better than mine. I follow his lead as he pushes me towards the rail, kicking my legs apart, hands gripping my hips hard enough that there would be bruises later. A shuddered breath caresses my spine as his head rests between my shoulders.

“Do. Not. Make a sound.” he softly whispers.

I tense as he nudges the folds of my slit apart with the tip of his cock. Finding the slick entrance he pushes in. Eyes shut tight, I hold my breath as he enters me. Dear. Fucking. Gawd. He felt too good. I swallow the moan that is building as every inch stretches and fills me. Pushing as deep as he could, every glorious inch now sheathed inside of me. He was a perfect fit.

“This is not going to be quick,” he whispers again, as he slowly, painfully, pulls out.

I was torn between the delirious feeling of him taking his time fucking me and the muffled words of the elderly couple four feet from us. I wanted him to take me. Fuck me. Make me cry out his name. One could explain the sounds of muffled moans as sounds of the water below, but the distinctive sound of flesh hitting flesh during sex wasn’t so easy to explain. The was no mistaking it for anything but what it is.

My hands grip the rail, head dropping into my chest as he moves in and out, his pace steady as a turtle, leaving me frustrated and ready to scream in need. The voices in the background the only thing keeping me from demanding more. Drowning out the voices I focus on the feel of him. Hands cupping my ass, spreading the cheeks apart as a thumb toys with the tight bud of my asshole. Cock, hard and thick filling and emptying me hitting the nerves as I squeeze around him, tightening my hold so he can’t escape. The power in his legs as he thrusts, keeping me still and taking his time, enjoying the sweet honey hole that was his.

The scrape of chairs startles me and a small yelp escapes before I cover my mouth to stifle it. The shuffle of feet and voices begin to fade as the oblivious neighbours head back into their suite, silencing their voices with the thunk of the balcony door. Dropping my hand I let out a nervous laugh at the near miss, but before I could say anything to him a hand covered my mouth and his pace quickened. His control thin he thrusts hard, pining me to the railing, cutting off any possible sound with his hand.

There was no stopping him now. Breath sharp and fast, I lose myself in the feeling of his thrusts, the thickening of his cock as he is about to unload deep inside me. His grip tightens on my mouth, control gone he growls deep, mouth descending on my shoulder as he cums. Hard. Teeth sink into my flesh triggering my response and I cry out against his fingers, both of us unable to maintain any semblance of silence but doing what we can to keep it contained. Slipping out, every drop drained inside me, his hands and teeth released and we both take deep gulps of air.

“Fuck babe, that was close,” he says between inhales, “I didn’t think I was gonna be able to hold out much longer.”

“I didn’t think so either,” I laugh, turning to face him.

Kissing me, hands pulling me in as arms circled behind my back I sank into the feeling. That was by far the hottest thing I’d ever done in a hotel room.

Pulling back, a smile on lips I loved, “That was the best sunrise I’ve ever seen,” he says, a small tap to my ass, and a cocky smirk on his face, “I think we should have breakfast on the balcony every morning.”