The day had been perfect. For the second time she had been with the man who could be Mr. Right. This time she had worn a pair of low slung jeans. He liked those. He had told her he thought they were sexy. She didn't really like the style because they failed to show off her ass as well as normal waisted jeans. She had compromised with the new cut, which was higher in the back, showing off what she thought was her best asset, and lower in the front, which he liked.

It was late afternoon as they walked out onto her balcony. She remembered the first time they had met. She had been very sick and had to go into the hospital. They had maintained a relationship for months in cyberspace but had never actually met face to face. Still he had become the most important man in her like and he thought the world of her. She had been sick for a while and had avoided seeing him for a long time fearing he would not be impressed at all with her frail, ill body. Knowing she would be in the hospital for a while, he had been pleading with her to allow him to visit. One evening while chatting, she gave in and provided the details of her hospital stay. The next morning she had second thoughts and was going to ask him not to come. Before she told him, she read his email that he had already bought a plane ticket and made reservations at a hotel. She was trapped.

She remembered waking in the hospital and seeing him in her room. They had already exchanged pictures, including nudes, but her pictures had all been taken before she became ill. She knew she looked like hell; thin, pale, generally like a holocaust victim. Still groggy from the drugs she was on, she opened her eyes and saw him smile. "You're beautiful," he had said softly. She thought that he must have been lying but he was so sincere she realized he actually thought so. He had spent four days with her. Most of the time she slept but when she was awake, they had talked of the future. There was no sex, no holding except for hands, nothing, but he had proven himself to be her knight in shining armor.

This was now his second visit. She had recovered and was now almost back to normal. He followed her out on the balcony. They kissed. He turned her towards the rail of the balcony and leaned into her back. They gazed out over her city. A few people were walking around, a few cars were driving by, but they felt like they were in their own private world. He kissed the back of her neck. She started to turn to kiss him but he stopped her. "No, just hold the rail," he whispered in her ear.

She put her hands back on the rail as his arms went around her waist. She pushed back against him savoring the contact. Suddenly she realized his hands were on the snap of her jeans. A small tug opened it. Her hand went to the closure, grasping it. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"You know what I'm doing," he calmly answered. She remembered a fantasy she had once mentioned to him about being stripped in public. Hadn't he known it was just a fantasy? He wouldn't actually do it, would he? He must be just loosening her pants so he could push his hand inside. The idea of his touch relaxed her as her hands went back to the rail.

With the snap opened, he moved to the tab of her zipper. Slowly he pushed it down. She had been waiting all day for his sexual touch. The knowledge he was opening her jeans excited her. For the first time he would be feeling the moistness of her now hot pussy. She gasped as panic struck her. Instead of his hand going into her pants, he was pushing them down. She jerked up but a hand pushed on her back. "Hold the rail," he whispered. She didn't know why but her hands wrapped around the rail once more.

Ever so slowly he eased her jeans down over her hips. Her mind was swirling. She remembered when she had been young and her mother asking her if she had clean underwear on every time she went out on a date. Her mother couldn't have been anticipating this, could she? Her legs were shaking as her jeans finally crumpled at her ankles. She cringed as her panties were exposed. She had bought a new pair of thong panties to wear for him. Only a small triangle covered her slit and on her ass was only two thin straps. She wished she had worn just a pretty pair of bikini panties now. She wanted to run inside, but being sufficiently hobbled by her jeans, couldn't. As frightened as she was, she could feel her excitement grow.

Her chest was heaving. She was standing on her balcony in plain sight with only her panties covering her. Her mind kept repeating she was still covered. Somehow she couldn't convince herself. His hands returned to her waist. The feeling of his palms on her bare skin only added to her arousal.

The hands didn't come to rest on her hips though. She felt his fingers on her waistband. Slowly her panties began to slide. "No," she gasped.

"Yes," he huskily breathed in her ear. Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the rail. Her whole body was trembling. She desperately wanted to stop him but she was frozen with both fear and excitement. Her breath caught as her panties slowly slid down her hips to her thighs. To add to her agony, he was going painfully slow. If he was going to bare her, she would rather him do it quickly and get it over with. She had plenty of time to think about what was happening. The anticipation was torturing her. Terror gripped her as her nudity was exposed. Her eyes darted around looking to see if anyone was looking at her. He eased the panties down her hips until they loosened enough to drop, blanketing the jeans at her feet. "Lean forward," he whispered.

Had she have been able to move, it would not have been to lean forward but to grab her clothes puddled at her ankles and pull them up. Gently he pushed his hands on her shoulders. For reasons unknown to her, her brain responded to him even though it wouldn't respond to her. Her grip on the rail wouldn't relax but her body went forward. The fear of being seen somehow increased her passion. She regretted her decision to wear a belly shirt instead of a long one. Alarms were going off in her head. What if someone looked up from the street? What if one of her neighbors went out on their balconies?

The slight breeze caused a chill on her pussy lips as the moisture oozing out evaporated. Her breath sucked in as something touched her slit. Before her brain could decipher the sensations, her lips parted and a hard cock entered her. She groaned as she was impaled. For the first time in ages, a cock tickled her inner belly. The world faded as the stiff prick started sawing in and out. She pushed back against him as he began to fuck her. Where she was didn't matter now. For months she had longed to feel him inside her.

His pace quickened. She could hear his breath roar by her ear. Her heart pounded like it hadn't before as she sucked air into her longs. It then happened. She bit her lower lip hard to keep from crying out as she climaxed. She was not a virgin. She had climaxed before but this was like nothing she had felt before. He was supposed to climax with her, or so it said in every romance story she remembered reading, but he was still going. Her orgasm had happened but her passion was still rising.

Her ass clenched as she met his every thrust. Her vision blurred with the constant jolting of her body every time he crashed into her. She tightened her grip on the rail as another orgasm hit her. As waves of pleasure flooded her body, he kept on pumping. She felt her knees weakening. If he didn't cum soon, she feared she would collapse but at the same time she didn't want it to end. Suddenly he pushed against her harder than he had been. His public hair mashed against her ass. She felt his cock pulsate as his cum filled her. A deep guttural sound came out of his mouth. His shooting cum triggered another climax. Not only were their bodies joined, their souls now joined as they rode the crest of orgasm together.

Slowly the world returned. He was no longer moving. Instead his arms were around her holding her close to him. His cock was still embedded in her but she felt it shrinking. She now knew he was the one. A sigh escaped her lips as his now limp penis fell from her ravaged cunt. Realizing once again they were outside, she bent to pull her pants back up. "Leave them," he whispered. A smile came over her face as she stepped out of the garments. She turned to see he too was naked from the waist down. He took her hand and they went inside leaving the two mounds of denim, crowned with her panties and his underwear, as witnesses to what had happened.

She could feel the mixture of her cum and his dribbling down her leg. She used to hate that feeling and would quietly but quickly go into the bathroom to clean. This time was different though. It was his cum. He led her into her bedroom and stripped off her remaining clothes. Gently he pushed her back and onto the bed. She watched him strip. His once proud erection hung loosely between his legs. She reached out and pulled him down next to her. They kissed passionately.

She broke the kiss and smiled. Her crotch was sticky; sticky with his cum. Her hand extended to his flaccid prick. She sat up and looked into his eyes. Slowly she repositioned herself and lowered her head. The night was still young. Her mouth opened and for the first time in her life she tasted an uncut cock. It might take a little effort but she knew she would soon transform the limp flesh into an evening of pleasure.