Brea’s Unintentional Balcony Show

By: Brea Lynn

I stood by my balcony railing, sipping a scotch, as the sun began its slow descent beyond the city skyline. It was a Friday evening, and I was looking forward to the weekend. That’s when I first spotted her – a dirty blonde temptress peering over the railing of the neighboring apartment.

Her name was Brea, and I had noticed her earlier that day when she moved in. Sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a mouth meant for sin. What drew my gaze now was the way her simple white tank top clung to her generous curves, accentuating breasts that defied gravity.

Without warning, she leaned against the balcony railing, her hands sliding beneath the fabric to cup her ample bosom. My eyes locked onto her pert nipples as they stiffened in the afternoon air. How could something so innocent look so provocative on a woman like Brea?

Next, she began to stroke her inner thighs, her fingers dipping between the slick folds of her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips, and I could see the glistening arousal on her fingers as she teased her entrance.

Playing with herself right on the balcony, where I had a prime view, was brazen even for Brea’s reputation. She was openly flaunting her sexuality, daring me to step into the frame. The thrill of being watched only seemed to intensify her pleasure.

As I stood there, transfixed and aroused, Brea’s hand moved with increasing urgency. She pinched and tugged at her clit, her back arching as she rode the waves of her climax. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she came undone, her juices dripping down her thighs.

When she finally composed herself, she shot me a knowing, challenging smile before sauntering back inside. I finished my scotch in one gulp, the day’s innocence lost forever to the wanton Brea’s balcony show. From now on, my life would never be the same.