Excerpt from the novel "My Shades of Morning"

Not too long ago, this kind of story happened to me.

I've always loved walking around the house naked or without panties, just in a little top. I often go out without underwear, especially in summer. It's a very pleasant feeling and it's arousing. Especially when you're walking down the street, without panties under a skirt or dress, feeling the little balls rolling around in your pussy. The thought that if they fall out, what a laugh it would be for the people.

So here it is. Summer. It's hot. I love waking up early, I'm actually a 'morning person'. To go out on the balcony, have a smoke, take a shower or the other way around, depending on the mood. If it's already quite light, I throw on a top or a t-shirt so as not to attract everyone's attention.

Although our balcony faces the courtyard and people don't really wander around there in the mornings, but still.

On this day, I woke up around four in the morning. My beloved is sleeping next to me, but with his legs spread wide apart. His cock is standing up like the Pyramid of Cheops. He must be dreaming about something. I looked at this beauty, I need to help my beloved man. And even though I know that a morning erection isn't because he wants to fuck, but because he needs to pee... But suddenly I didn't care. I leaned over and gently licked the head with my tongue. Then again... The cock twitched. My husband muttered something in his sleep but didn't wake up. I continued, gently and slowly. Gradually my mouth filled with saliva, I licked my lips and started to take the head into my mouth. The shaft of his cock tensed even more, became harder. A few little droplets appeared in the slit of the head...

I licked them off and started to go deeper with the blowjob. My beloved twitched a few times in his sleep and seemed to start waking up, though he was still in a sleeping state. I didn't want to wake him, so I didn't touch him with my hands, but instead caressed my pussy and clit. But appetite comes with eating. My movements became deeper and stronger. My mouth worked more and more intensely. I was already wet and my fingers were doing their thing. My clit swelled and demanded satisfaction...

And then two hands grabbed me by the hair and forcefully pressed my head onto his cock. The erect cock forcefully entered my mouth, right into my throat. I pulled back, but strong hands pulled my head down. More, more, more... I was choking, but I didn't want to break free. My mouth worked like a jackhammer. I slightly tightened my mouth and ran my teeth along his cock. My husband howled with pleasure. Feeling the taste of his secretions in my mouth, I understood he was about to cum soon, and I wanted to feel him inside me. Jerking my head up sharply, I broke free from his hands and, jumping onto the bed, spread my legs. My pussy was so wet it seemed like a stream was flowing from it.

My beloved squeezed my thighs and impaled me onto himself. His cock entered me hard and deep... A cry on the exhale echoed through the room. He lifted my thighs and forcefully dropped me back onto him. I wanted his cock more and more. I started moving back and forth, teasing my womb with the thick shaft. My husband fucked me hard and fiercely. My hands ran over my own body, tweaking my nipples, clit, vagina... My nails dug into his chest... I wanted to fuck...

The orgasm came for us almost simultaneously. I felt an explosion inside... A powerful stream of cum flooded my insides... My beloved howled... With a moan and rapture, I fell onto his chest.

— I love it when you wake me up like this in the morning. — My husband said, catching his breath after a while.

I purred in response. I love waking him up like that myself. Though it doesn't happen every day, only on weekends.

We turned onto our sides. After tender kisses, my beloved pulled out of me. His cock, wet, with droplets of cum, was still erect, though not as much as at the beginning.

— I need to go to the toilet, otherwise there'll be a flood here and we'll have to dry not only the sheets but the mattress too. I'll burst if I don't pee.

— Are you going to shower? — asked my husband, lying down next to me and hugging me.

— Not now. I'll cuddle you to sleep, and then take care of myself. Turn over, I'll hug you from behind.

Kissing me, my husband turned over, presenting his butt to me. I hugged him and kissed his back. He purred with pleasure and pressed his butt even closer to me. After a few minutes, he was breathing evenly and clearly starting to see another dream.

I quietly moved away and got out of bed. I desperately wanted a smoke. I stretched. A thin little stream started flowing between my legs. Pleasant and ticklish. I like it when cum runs down my legs. Slowly. It becomes cool. Then it dries, tightening the skin. I try to rub it into my legs when it flows out in a stream. It's the best cream for me. But right now I wanted to smoke. Let it flow.

I took a cigarette, flicked the lighter, and went out onto the balcony. Our balcony isn't big, it's open. So I don't go out naked during the day. But now... It was just getting light. It was fresh and pleasant. I leaned on the railing and brought my legs together. Let it flow out, but not quickly. The first early birds were starting to sing. How wonderful... Taking a deep drag, I straightened up and raised my arms, offering my body and breasts to the fresh morning.

I didn't notice the cigarette glow in the house opposite right away. The house stood with its end facing ours. Well, not exactly end-on, a little at an angle. I couldn't see the smoker clearly, it was still a bit dusky, but I knew it was a man.

— Oh damn, — I thought. — And he can't sleep at this early hour.

My first thought was to leave. I even flinched... Our balcony is open, old, with simple iron bars. So everything that happens on our balcony is visible. But then I thought:

— What the hell. Let him watch. He'll have his smoke and leave. Although from that distance he could see me quite well. We're on the second floor, he's on the fourth. Though the morning dusk didn't let me see him clearly, nor him see me in detail. Although I was like in the palm of his hand. His balcony was fully glazed, floor to ceiling. And suddenly I realized that this turned me on. After all, it's not cheating on my husband when some guy is staring at you at half past four in the morning, and from another house at that. I started looking at him. But I couldn't make out anything specific. He was in underwear and a t-shirt.

I finished my cigarette and threw it away. But, for some reason, I didn't leave. Standing a little longer, leaning on the railing, I straightened up. I stretched, raising and extending my arms upwards. Little streams ran down my legs. I shuddered. But not from the cold, from arousal. The very thought that I'm standing here naked, with a pussy full of cum that's running down my legs, showing myself to a strange man, aroused me to the limit. I was getting aroused.

The man didn't leave. He wasn't smoking anymore either, but he continued to stand and watch me. I wanted to touch myself. I put one hand on the railing, with the other I stroked my breast. My nipples hardened immediately. I lowered my hand further and further down. Stroked my stomach. My hand itself started caressing my pussy... I put my breast on the railing to rub my nipples against the balcony handrail. My other hand went down to my clit. I started to play with it. I looked at the man opposite. He was smoking. I inserted my fingers into my vagina. It was wet from cum and my own secretions. I inserted my hand deeper. Streams flowed down my arm and legs.

I rubbed my nipples against the railing harder and harder, pressing them against the balcony. I wanted to cum... And to cum while the man was watching me. I pleasured myself intensely. I pulled my wet fingers out of my vagina and licked the flowing cum... I inserted my hand deeper... I rubbed my clit... My nipples rubbed against the railing... I writhed in ecstasy... I spread the lips of my pussy and all the fluid flowed in a stream down my legs and arms. I masturbated forcefully... I pleasured myself and myself... Felt the streams on my legs... I pressed against the railing and fiercely started masturbating my clit... With my other hand I fucked myself...

The orgasm was strong. I let out a moan and leaned on the balcony railing. My hand remained in my pussy. A few convulsions ran through my body. I felt great. Such an orgasm doesn't happen often, especially outside. I looked at the man. He stood motionless. I straightened up. Ran my hand over my vagina... There was a Niagara Falls there... I licked my wet hand... Ran my other hand over my wet legs...

Okay. Need to smoke. Staggering a little, like I was drunk, I went into the room. My husband was asleep. I took a cigarette, lit it, and went out onto the balcony. The man was gone.

— Probably went to his wife or to jerk off. — I smiled. Why are all men the same. After watching such a show, they run to jerk off or fuck their wife. But to stand, to wait. Maybe there'll be a continuation... Well, let him jerk off. I feel good, and that's the most important thing for me right now.

***

Well, here we are. Sunday. Half past four. My beloved is asleep and so is his cock. The evening before we had great sex. Which ended with a prostate massage for my husband and a powerful stream in my mouth. For him, it's the highest bliss when he cums in my mouth while my fingers are in his butt, massaging his G-spot.

I got up and stretched. Shower or smoke?.. I didn't know what to choose first.

— I wonder, is the man on the balcony? Maybe he's waiting for me? — I almost said it out loud. I looked outside. His balcony was empty. Asleep. What a bastard. I was just thinking about him, and he's asleep. Fine. I'll go shower, then have a smoke. Then personal business, need to shave my pussy, it's prickly. And a manicure wouldn't hurt.

In the shower, I tried to pleasure myself. Somehow it didn't work. I didn't have the desire. Well, fine. I had enough yesterday, both morning and evening.

I don't dry myself after a shower. I like it when droplets run down my body. They tickle. They dry by themselves. And now, when it's hot, to go out on the balcony all wet like that is just what's needed. So, all covered in droplets, I went to the balcony. Taking a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, I went out into the early morning. Stretching to my full height, I whispered:

— Hello world, hello morning... Caress me gently with your coolness... I want you...

— And I want you... — Echoed in my head. I even shuddered. Turned around... My husband is asleep. No one behind me. No one under the balcony either.

The man! He was standing on his balcony, smoking. My breath caught. Whoa. That's straight-up mystical. Although... Maybe he waited for me here all night. Or again a coincidence or accident. Okay, need to calm down and smoke. Flicking the lighter, I took a deep drag. Leaned on the railing and pretended I hadn't noticed him. Started glancing sideways in his direction. He was dressed in something, but I couldn't make out what. I straightened up and looked directly at him. He was bare-chested and had a towel wrapped around his hips.

He was smoking and I was smoking. We were just looking at each other in this pre-dawn hour. I caught myself thinking that I'm standing here naked, in front of him, and I'm not ashamed at all, but even feel pleasant and somehow aroused. Then memories of yesterday morning washed over me. My nipples instantly hardened, my hand clenched the balcony railing, and a heaviness appeared in my lower abdomen. I got aroused. It got a little lighter while our smoke break lasted. I shuddered from the droplets of still undried water running down. They caressed and tickled me.

I yelped and shook my hand. The cigarette had burned down to the filter and burned my fingers. Instinctively, I put my fingers in my mouth to lick them. I terribly wanted the taste of my vagina. I knew I was already wet, and that increased my desire even more. I took my fingers out of my mouth and lowered them down. Ran them over my pubis. Touched my clit. Ran them over my pussy. Its lips opened by themselves. I felt the wetness and stroked myself there. I wanted more. I inserted my fingers inside and gathered the moisture. How delicious it was... It seemed I had never tasted anything more pleasant. I lowered my hand again and started to masturbate lightly.

All the while looking at the man. He wasn't smoking anymore, but was firmly holding onto the balcony window with both hands. Desire was gradually washing over me. I was already kneading and twisting my nipples, which were hard and round. My hand worked stronger and more confidently, giving me pleasure. Droplets of my wetness ran down my legs. I rubbed my nipples against the railing... I wanted more and more... And also... I wanted the man to wa

tch me... Watch me doing it... How I want to do it... How good it feels... And also... I want him to drop that towel and start jerking off with me. My eyes closed with pleasure, and when I opened them, I noticed he was standing naked. His hand was between his legs... The towel was gone. He was looking at me and jerking off...

I don't know how long it lasted, but when I came, moaned, and clenched from the orgasm, the man arched and... He came with me.

The man sat down a little and leaned on the balcony handrail. He looked at me. I looked at him. I was breathing deeply and wanted to smoke, but couldn't reach for a cigarette. I leaned my hands on the railing, bent over, and took a few deep breaths, recovering my breath. Finally, the trembling passed. I lit a cigarette and stared at the man. He looked at me without looking away. Felt for the cigarettes with his hand, took one, and also lit up.

It was already quite light outside. We could see each other even better. I thought it wouldn't be very good if he saw me clearly, and then approached me on the street and said: "We jerked off together, now let's fuck." I threw away the cigarette and went into the room. My husband was sleeping on his back with his legs spread. His little cock, shriveled and curled to the side, was also asleep. What a cutie, I thought, and quietly settled on the edge of the bed, curling up in a ball.

***

Around Wednesday, I caught myself thinking that I'd like to 'play around' like that with this man again. The next morning, on Thursday, I went out onto the balcony. The time was about the same as on those days. I smoked two cigarettes, but the man didn't appear. I even got offended at him. I'm waiting for him here, all naked like this, and he... Fine. Let's wait for the weekend.

On Friday evening, I hinted to my beloved that we hadn't played with toys in a long time and that it was time to have some fun with them. Actually, I had a completely different goal. I wanted the toys to be at hand in the morning when I'd be on the balcony again. The possibility that the man might not even be there wasn't considered. My husband and I played until exhaustion and only settled down after two in the morning. I fell asleep with the thought that I had to get up in two hours...

— I'M WAITING FOR YOU!

— I WANT YOU!

— COME OUT TO ME!

These words pounded in my head. I opened my eyes. Silence. Husband is asleep. Birds aren't singing. It's half past four. Damn, what was that? I turned on my side but couldn't sleep. I got up. The sleepiness hadn't passed yet, and there was no energy. I