Another one, more recent.
DISCLAIMER: if you're one of my kids who frequents this site, stop reading now. I mean it. You won't enjoy my stories this week- they'll give you the jibblies. There are some things you don't want to know about your dad.

I had an apartment on the upper floor of the building with a very nice balcony on it- the floor was concrete and it had brick walls on either side, so it was basically a box with one side open. I could sit out there in comfort even during the worst of storms. I loved that porch.

Along the front rail I had hung four lanterns, and above them were four more. I had a couple of plants hanging there as well, and some chairs to sit in. With all of the candles lit it was a wonderfully romantic place, with the scents of the plants and soft light. The porch overlooked an expanse of lawn and some trees that separated the apartments from the back of a row of shops, so it was reasonably private.

One night I had a woman over for dinner. The meal went nicely, so I suggested that we move to the porch- it was a hot summer night, perfect for sitting out there. She agreed, so I filled her glass again and we stepped out. I sat her in a rocker as I put new candles in all of the lanterns and lit them.

I had lit the last one and was standing next to her when she wordlessly pulled down the shorts I was wearing and leaned over to take me into her mouth. Hell yeah, I thought. How could it be better?

As she was working on me I suddenly heard a metallic jangle from down below. I recognized one of the gay dudes who lived on the lower floor as he scrabbled around in the grass for his dropped keys. He found them and immediately bolted for the door, pointedly without looking up.

I suppose for him it must have been traumatic- he looks up, sees a mostly naked man obviously enjoying himself, his ass illuminated by the light of the candles- but then he realizes that it's a WOMAN servicing me! Eewww! Gross!

I had a hell of a time not giggling as she finished me off...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 23 Apr 2009, 20:56, Reply)