lips and he bite his own and he could almost see the middle finger punch it’s way through the woman’s lips and deep into her obviously wet vagina.

There was no doubt now that he could hear the beauty moan with desire and an occasional hissing grunt of the stranger. The three of them worked together, one in unseen cover, to the crashes and rhythm of passion. The stranger, fucking her pussy with two wet fingers now, the woman using the railing to push herself deeper onto the man’s unseen but slamming cock, and him, squeezing his balls together and pumping his throbbing dick covered in spit and precum.

They seemed to release together. The woman almost screamed in agonizing pleasure. The stranger slipped a fluid covered finger into his mouth and bit down as he threw back his head in that peak of thrilling explosion. The man alone, watching in his dark bedroom, opened his mouth and cried out silently as his cum spit across his abdomen splaying in puddles on the pillow beside him.

The moment in time froze. No one moved, only breathed. Nature danced quietly all around, lapping at their sweaty, relaxed bodies and softly dried them off with her winds. It was that moment that no one forgets and no one can quite remember when every fragment of the body has been pushed to the edge of sexual tensions and fallen over into that place of being fulfilled.

The woman was the first to move. She pushed herself off the railing and stepped back into her dress. The stranger didn’t seem surprised when she ripped the cloth off a small table and handed it to him. She patted him on the cheek and he distinctly heard her say, “Thanks hon, I needed that” and then disappear down the steps of balcony. He heard a car start and back out of the driveway as he watched the stranger knot the tablecloth around his waist.

He bent over and picked something off the floor, returning it to the tabletop. He watched as the stranger reached under the knot and adjusted himself. He heard something hit with a ping and he laughed realizing that the stranger had ripped off the full condom, tossed it over the balcony and scored it perfectly into probably a metal trash can in the yard below.

He chuckled to himself and reached for a box of tissue to clean up his own mess and watched the stranger amble to the balcony railing and light a smoke. As he scored with his own trashcan, he could see the stranger scratching the patch of blonde hair across his pecs and inhaling deeply from his cigarette. He lit his own and put one hand behind his head, confident he has just gotten away with doing something gloriously satisfying and perfectly decadent.

He took an identical drag from his cigarette and slowly set up on his bed mesmerized by the bright red cherry. He slowly turned his head and fixed his eyes on the man standing, hips now covered by a tablecloth, on the balcony in the yard next door, as the realization hit him.

He saw the man smile and mouth the words “Good night”, before he stepped into his own darkness and pulled the door shut behind him.