The Man on the Balcony

She loved feeling the strange man's eyes on her.

Rising to stand, she pinched the bow-knotted string of one side of her bikini bottom. She pulled slowly and the knot popped open. Still facing away from Richard, Danielle let the tan-colored garment fall to the ground.

She knew she was giving him a great view of her ass. She wondered if he could see her closely trimmed pussy through her thigh gap. She hoped so. As she stepped out of the bottom, her thighs brushed together and she felt a cool sensation on the inside of her leg from her wetness dripping out of her.

At that moment, Danielle began to hear a very faint "FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP." She smiled coyly as she realized that her display caused Richard to go from slow, intentional strokes to a full-on uncontrolled jerk-off. This sexy thought made her crane her neck slightly and sure enough, out of the corner of her eye, she could see Richard stroking his impressive member. And he was making no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking right down upon her. She felt the electricity course through her body again.

Danielle walked around the chair and put one leg up onto it. She made a show of rubbing more sunscreen into her legs, making sure her observer had plenty of opportunities to see her little pussy from the front, too. It begged for her touch, but she restrained herself.

As Richard looked on, her excitement made her giddy about the mundane task. Just knowing that someone was watching her every move as she touched her perfect body sent chills through her.

She turned and picked up the sunblock again. With her back to Richard, she looked over her shoulder and squirted a huge blob of lotion onto her lower back. She set the bottle down and used both hands to work the sunscreen down onto her bare ass. She energetically rubbed her ass cheeks, one with each hand. She separated them, then released, letting them jiggle. She grabbed them again and even found herself slapping her own ass gently. She was really getting into it. Maybe even a little carried away as she played with her ass for him, but it felt great.

And her pussy was absolutely flooded.

Her head swam in the mid-day heat. The kamikaze made her feel slightly buzzed, but now she was seriously turned on. She sat down, perching herself on the edge of her lounge chair and looked down at her still-covered breasts.

Seated and facing Richard, Danielle unclipped the front of her bikini top. Her breasts immediately sprung out as the material fell to the sides. She couldn't help but sigh as the tight restraint released and her massive bare mountains became exposed. Her hands immediately moved to cup her large, perfect, hanging tits. She finally felt free again, she realized this as she started putting sunblock on her bare, broad chest.

Her breasts jiggled slowly at her touch. She took each one in her hands and spread the white lotion all over the smooth skin. She lifted them up and squeezed them together wondering if her motions were turning Richard on.

After applying her sunscreen, she slowly lay down on her back. She could still hear Richard's quiet stroking sound. She remembered how Gary always liked when she reached her hands over her head and "stretched", so she did this now for Richard. She stretched her arms overhead and felt her tits mash together. She even faked a yawn as her nipples became perfectly centered on each breast.

As she finished preparing for her tanning session, she looked through her sunglasses to see what Richard was doing. He seemed to have again adjusted his jerk-off routine. He was sitting on the edge of his chair with his robe completely off now. His huge, thick pole was clearly visible. Danielle gasped as his penis was even larger than she had originally thought. From her position, she could see it all.

She also got a better look at his body which was pale, very skinny, and overall unhealthy in appearance. Richard's sister said he was fifty-five, but his body looked older. For some strange reason this did not deter Danielle's fervent state in the least.

Danielle's face began show signs of the pleasure she was feeling as a result of stripping naked for Richard. Her mouth pouted slightly, her facial muscles became more relaxed. But she still needed to touch herself.

She used her left hand to tug on her left breast, twisting and pinching her thick nipple. She would lift up her full breast by the nipple and let it drop with a shake, then repeated this. Her skin felt wonderful, slightly greasy from the coating of sunblock. As her left hand roughly groped her own breasts, her right hand slid down her flat tummy and found her eager pussy.

As soon as she touched her slippery slit, she had to arch her back and almost came right then. Her index finger ran down, then back up her lips. She used her index and forefinger to pinch her thick pussy lips together. She imagined what Richard must be seeing.

Then her body started shaking and she began to climax. She had never had one this fast. Her hips bucked her pussy against her stroking hand and she kneaded her breasts. In the intensity of her sudden orgasm, it was impossible to stifle the loud, "Ooooooh...!" She heard herself moaning uncontrollably as pleasure wracked her body.

The violent climax began to recede and Danielle opened her eyes. Richard was staring at her with an obvious, intense gaze. There was no attempt on his part to hide his interest in Danielle. He was panting now and seeing his hungry, animal gaze sent her over the top. Again.

She grunted more than moaned with this climax. "Uuuuunnnngggh!" she cried out, writhing in her lounge chair in a frenzy of pleasure. She shook powerfully, feeling totally exposed. She felt her skin grow hot as she experienced an intense orgasmic release.

Her climax tapered and she removed her slick hand from her crotch. As she watched Richard observe her, she sat up on her elbows and cupped each breast, groping herself mostly for his benefit.

Far from feeling guilty or ashamed, Danielle felt marvelous. She got up and dove into the pool, and took a brief swim. She glided through the water, letting it cool her hot skin.

Getting out and resuming her place on her chair, she looked up at Richard who must have had an orgasm, as he was gone. She put her ear buds into her ears and fell asleep listening to the peaceful sounds of Enya.

The next day, Danielle had finished her sunscreen rub-down and was ready and looking forward to laying out in the sun and masturbating in front of Richard. As she glanced up she noticed that he looked to be laying on his back on the concrete pad of his balcony. He did not appear to be relaxing on the patio deck. Given the fact that he was laying perfectly still, Danielle thought something could have happened to the man. As far as she could see, he looked unconscious. In a state of mild panic, she went inside and grabbed her robe and flip-flops and went to the door. She hesitated for a few moments, contemplating whether or not to get fully dressed and whether to even go over there at all.

'Maybe I should just call Maggie and report what I saw...' she considered, chewing her lip. 'No, I would do more than that no matter who it was. I need to go over and see what needs to be done.'

Danielle tightened the belt to her robe and walked quickly next door. Since her house and Richard's were the only two in the cul-de-sac, and one of the few in that part of the development, there were no other neighbors to help her. Ringing the doorbell and knocking loudly didn't produce any result. She heard no sign of movement inside.

'Well,' she reasoned, 'even on a good day, how fast would he come to the door? I can't just stand here, he could be seriously hurt!' She tried to open the front door, but it was locked. She moved quickly to the side of the property and opened the gate to his backyard.

Richard's back yard had a fountain in it toward the center and stone landscaping with a few succulents and cacti.

'It looks nice, but has no pool,' she thought.

Quickly surveying the area, she checked the kitchen door. It too was locked, but she saw what looked like a side door into the garage. She ran over and grabbed the handle. This door was open. She entered the garage and worked her way around empty boxes to the interior door. This also was open; she was inside. The house had a few pictures hung, some nice furniture that looked new, boxes lined the walls, some were opened and looked to be in the process of being unpacked.

"HELLOOOO?" she called loudly, pausing for a response. Her call echoed in the still house. She again called, HELLO! as she moved to the stairs. No response.

Danielle climbed the staircase to the master bedroom. It was more settled-in than the rest of the house. He had a king-sized bed, matching nightstands, two decorative mirrors on the walls, and a sitting area with two chairs and a small table between them. She thought it looked nice.

The balcony doors were open. She could see his feet in slippers laying on the eight- foot by ten-foot concrete floor.

"Richard?!" she called to him. There was no response as she rushed out to him. Danielle's frantic efforts had slowly begun to loosen the belt on her bathrobe. If she didn't cinch it soon, her massive tits were going to be hanging free before long.

Richard was motionless, lying on his back.

'Oh no. He looks dead,' was her initial thought. She noticed his complete nakedness and her second thought was, 'He's easily twice the size of Gary.'

Then, everything happened so fast that she felt she had no control over what was going on. She knew she needed to check his pulse, but she couldn't tear her eyes from his huge cock. She knelt on her hands and knees beside him. As she stared at his big, fat, meaty penis, her mind screamed at her to check his pulse, she reacted before thinking about it. She grabbed his dick.

"SHIT!" she said aloud, freezing in place. Her eyes darted to his face. It was pale and still. Then she looked at her hand, wrapped around his wide shaft.

She held it, frozen. His pulse was there, thudding through a thick vein in his shaft. She squeezed it. He was...his cock was swelling in her grip. She squeezed again gently and felt it thicken, growing firmer. She felt his pulse grow stronger through her grip on his cock.

'What am I doing?' she screamed in her mind. She felt like a teenager again, doing something taboo. Her blood was pumping in her temples. She felt her pussy throb as Richard's cock grew harder in her hand.

She stared at it. She drew her hand toward the base. It had grown hard enough to almost stand on its own. She observed it up close as it jutted out of the top of her small hand. It looked nothing like Gary's. She watched it throb like a pulsing snake, his tapered cock head emerging as the foreskin pulled back. She observed it with awe, fascinated by the details: the wrinkles, the different shades of white flesh, the veins and its width.

She leaned forward, bringing her face next to his cock. She inhaled, smelling his dick. His scent was that of aftershave and a very masculine, musky smell. It made her wet.

She found her finger was now tracing her lower lip as she gripped her neighbor's cock. Her mouth was watering too. She couldn't help but suck her own finger.

Danielle looked at his face again. He was breathing peacefully, as if in a deep sleep. She also noticed that he was not very pleasing to look at. His face had twisted features; his nose was bent as if he had broken it a long time ago, his teeth were crooked, and his eyes were sunken. He looked unhealthy...but his cock was another story altogether.

Danielle was gripped with an uncontrollable sense of arousal. She felt as though she had never had sex before; that she had never held a penis before.

The words, 'No one will know,' formed in her mind. More, they became her mantra.

She tentatively pumped the cock in her hand and it grew harder. She squeezed gently, watching his growing erection. It occurred to her that this was easily the biggest penis she had ever had in her hand. By far. The large, uncircumcised head wasn't even completely engorged yet, but the shaft was smooth and meaty, more like a muscle. The middle was a little thicker than the rest of it, and it was hot to the touch.

She had the urge to jerk it as hard and as fast as she could. She had the impulse to lower her mouth over it and bob her head up and down as fast as she could. As she looked down at it wrapped by her hand, she pumped it. One stroke, slowly, then another. It looked amazing. She slowly pumped it a third time. Her other hand moved to his balls and she rolled them as she stroked him a fourth time. Then she focused on rubbing his balls while she slowly jerked him, losing count of her strokes.

Danielle zoned out, playing with the new, strange dick. She masturbated him steadily while jiggling and gently caressing his balls. Gary always liked that. But she found this huge new cock completely enthralling.

When a clear, fat bead of precum bubbled out of the slit in Richard's head, it brought Danielle out of her revelry. She dragged her hand to the top of his thick tower and stopped. The bead grew, then broke, streaming into a thin line down the bottom of his shaft and over her fingers. His balls tightened in her grip. When Gary's balls tightened like that, it meant he was going to cum.

Danielle found herself entirely unprepared for this outcome. She could also see that his orgasm appeared to be imminent.

Richard was aware that someone had touched him. As the stranger grabbed his cock, he began to regain full consciousness. Through the narrow slits of his closed eyes, he recognized the buxom beauty from next door. She had somehow made her way to his room and was now jacking him off. Rather than spoil an epic hand job, Richard decided to close his eyes tightly and pretend he was till unconscious.

'Shit, what do I do?!' she thought to herself in a panic. Richard's cock throbbed urgently in her grip. His balls started to tighten in her other hand. The situation had gotten out of control and Danielle only had a few options.

She watched his cock head swell, deepening in color. She didn't want to wake him up in a puddle of his own cum, his dick in her hand. She squeezed, trying to hold back his load, but the slit on his dick head gaped open. His cock pulsed powerfully. He was going to explode.

Danielle opened her mouth just in time to receive his first stream of hot spunk. It sprayed through her parted lips and onto her tongue. She felt it coat the inside of her mouth and threaten to spill back down on him, so she closed her lips over his cock head.

She took Richard's cum in her mouth, breathing through her nose. Danielle was overcome by the absurdity of the situation at hand, listening to the birds' chirp in her own back yard as she received spurt after hot spurt of her neighbor's seminal fluid. She looked up, watching him sleeping peacefully, wondering what was going through his mind. She held his cock in her hand, bucking streams of cum into her mouth as she rubbed his balls. They'd never even formally met.

Danielle swallowed the hot load he spurted into her mouth. She pumped his cock a few times and tasted fresh strands of cum. She swallowed those down too. She squeezed his balls gently for good measure, making sure he was finished. She swallowed whatever he gave her, then lifted her mouth from his dick. It slapped down onto his stomach with a wet "THWAP."

Richard had the herculean task of trying to look passed out as the hottest woman he had ever seen gave him a hand job and took his big load into her mouth. He hoped that she wasn't made aware of his being awake when he thrust his hips up toward her ever so slightly.

Danielle fanned her hands in the air, in shock of her own depraved actions. She swallowed a few more times, tasting a new man's cum. A man's cum that wasn't her husband.

'What had gotten into me? Had he really slept through the whole thing?'

She looked down at him. He could be hurt and she was selfishly gratifying herself sexually in the situation. She should be ashamed of herself. She grabbed his robe that was draped over the balcony railing and lay it over his waist to cover him up.

"Richard?" She shook him by the shoulder with one hand. He didn't so much as stir.

"Richard!!" she yelled, now shaking him with two hands. He was limp as a rag doll.

"Ohhhh, come on, be ok..." she said, now worrying. She gently slapped his face. Nothing. She slapped him again. His head lulled to one side. His eyelids fluttered.

"RICHARD!" she yelled, slapping him across the face and chest.

Finally, his body animated and his eyes popped open.

"Rrrrrmmm," he grumbled groggily. He blinked at her, rubbing his eyes.

"What- Why are you here?" Richard looked at Danielle wide-eyed and tried to appear confused. His eyes scanned down his naked torso to the robe draped over his crotch, then over to the kneeling brunette at his side. He immediately looked down to see her bare, swinging tits. They had crept out of her loose robe and were hanging freely in plain sight. They were fucking amazing.

"Oh, my God. Are you okay?" Danielle asked, then continued. "I'm...I'm Danielle from next-door. I...I-" she stammered, unsure of what to say or how to introduce herself. She was leaning over him, oblivious to her exposed tits.

"Damn, what happened?!" Richard asked still acting dazed, staring at her curvy mounds and large nipples. He wished now that he was able to see her tits when she was jacking his cock.

Danielle sat back onto her haunches, smoothing her hair back behind her ears.

"I think you..." she glanced down, noticing the air on her bare nipples. "Oops," she blushed, quickly cinching her robe and tucking her round breasts back inside.

They both shared a very awkward smile.

"I think you must have fallen. I saw you... laying on the floor and I thought...Well, I was worried you might have hurt yourself," she said breathlessly.

Richard lay there, blinking, still pretending to be out of it. Only a couple of feet from the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"I hope it's alright that I found a way into your house," she said apologetically, adding, "and made sure you were okay. I found you up here on your deck and I thought something serious had happened to you. Your sister said to keep an eye out for you," Danielle exaggerated.

Richard smiled warmly. "Thank you. I'm taking medication to help with my blood flow, circulation, and what not. Sometimes when I get up too fast, I faint. I guess that's what happened and I just went to sleep." He couldn't help but stare at this beautiful woman.

"Well, I'm relieved that you're okay, and in a way, I'm glad I came over to check on you. I've been..." she paused, not sure how to say it, "I need to apologize to you and I wasn't sure how to go about it." Danielle looked at the ground.

"Nonsense!" Richard protested. "If anything, I'm the one that needs to apologize to you."

Danielle cut him off, gently placing a hand on his chest. "Please, here me out." She insisted.

Richard sat up on his hands as he stared at her, still laying on the ground.

"Before you moved in, I enjoyed a very private life. I was in the habit where any time I was home, I was naked. I was, and still am, a very private nudist, you could say. When you moved in, I...someone told my husband you were blind, so I never really changed my routine. You saw me masturbate, which is, my God, is more embarrassing than anything, and I should have controlled myself while you were on your balcony."

Richard was wide-eyed, and listening intently. Danielle saw movement beside her and noticed his penis was lifting the fabric on his robe. The lump grew to an obvious tent. She also noticed Richard made no effort to adjust his position.