I never planned any of this. Wife had gone to her parents place in the hills for ten days and left me alone in our Chandigarh flat on the fifth floor. I was just back from office, shirt stuck to my back, when Anjali messaged that she was downstairs. She is my wife’s old college friend, used to come over for tea earlier. That night she came up carrying a plastic bag of golgappe and her face already flushed from the climb. I opened the door and she walked straight past me saying the lift was packed so she took stairs. She put the bag on the counter and looked around like she owned the place. The first time I ever thought about a hinglish balcony sex story was when she stepped onto that narrow outdoor ledge later and told me not to lock the sliding door.
We ate standing in the kitchen. She kept licking the imli water off her fingers slow and looking at my mouth. I asked if she wanted cold beer and she nodded. Two bottles later she was leaning against the fridge complaining that the flat felt hot like a bhatti. I opened the balcony door to let air in. Chandigarh summer nights stay sticky even after nine. She walked out behind me, put both hands on the metal rail and stretched her back till her kurta rode up. From that height you can see other flats, some lights on, some people moving inside. She did not care. She said Vikram aaj mood hai kuch alag karne ka. I stood half a step behind smelling her perfume mixed with sweat.
She turned, grabbed my belt and pulled me closer. No soft talk. Her palm pressed right on my cock through the pant and she squeezed hard enough to make me grunt. She said yeh jo halka sa umpadda hota hai evening mein usse mere andar daal. I pushed her kurtis shoulder down. Her bra was thin and green and the cups barely held her. I pulled one cup under her breast and sucked the nipple straight away. She hissed and dug nails into my neck. Her other hand kept rubbing me up and down until I was fully hard and leaking a bit inside the underwear.
Rail got wet before clothes came off
I spun her back to face the view. From behind I hiked the kurta all the way up and shoved her leggings down to her knees. No panties. Her ass was round and already shiny between the cheeks. I spat on two fingers and pushed them into her cunt. She was open and slick like she had been thinking about this for hours. She pushed back on my hand and said aur gehra. Three fingers went in easy. I finger-fucked her rough, curling against that front wall until her thighs shook. Below us somebody’s scooter started and the sound covered her moan. She still kept saying harder and did not lower her voice much.
I freed my cock, rubbed the head up and down her slit coating it, then shoved in one long push. She gripped the rail so hard her knuckles went white. That first stroke felt tight even though she was wet. I held both her hips and started ramming. The metal rail rattled a little each time my pelvis slapped her ass. She kept talking through clenched teeth. Bol rahi thi ki pure block ko pata chal jaye mera kitna bada lund andar ghus raha hai. I reached around and rubbed her clit in hard circles while fucking her deeper. Her whole body jerked and she came first time with a long broken sob, cunt clenching so strong I almost shot early. I pulled out to breathe. She turned half way, spit on her own palm and stroked me shiny again then guided me back in.
We stayed like that for what felt like half hour. Different angles. I bent my knees lower and fucked upward so the head dragged along her soft spot. She reached back and spread her own cheeks wider. Sweat was running down my chest onto her lower back. A light in the opposite tower blinked on and a silhouette stood near the window for a minute. Anjali saw it and got even wetter. She said dekh raha hai shayad, phir bhi mat ruk. I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red print and kept pounding. When I felt close I pulled out and made her face me. She dropped straight to her knees on the dusty balcony tiles, took my cock into her throat without pause and sucked noisy. Gag sounds mixed with city traffic below. She pulled off once to say load mere muh mein hi dena but I wanted inside her again.
Second round left her shaking against the wall
I hauled her up, pushed her back against the glass door this time so her shoulders pressed cold and her ass stuck out toward the open air. Legs wide, one foot still tangled in leggings. I entered from front, lifted one of her thighs over my arm and drove deep. Her breasts bounced free now, nipples stiff. I bit one while thrusting. She kept clawing my back through the shirt. Her voice was raw. Aur zor se, bilkul mat chhod. I gave her everything, short savage strokes that made the glass shudder. Her second orgasm hit harder. Legs went weak and she would have slid down if I was not holding her up. Juice ran down both our thighs.
I flipped her again, bent her over farther until her elbows rested on the rail and her head hung toward the drop. From that angle I could see the tip of my cock disappearing into her swollen pink cunt every time. I spat down onto where we joined for extra slip and kept slamming. My balls swung and hit her clit. She reached under and tugged them. That almost finished me. I slowed, ground deep circles, then sped up again. Somewhere below a dog barked long and she laughed once through the moans saying kutta bhi jaanta hai kya chal raha hai upar.
Clothes were half off, half stuck with sweat. My shirt was open, her kurta hung around her waist like a belt. I pulled all the way out, rubbed the soaked head against her tight back hole just to tease. She tensed then pushed back a little. I used her own slick to ease the tip in slow. She hissed and said dheere but did not pull away. Halfway in I paused. She breathed hard and nodded. I sank the rest and stayed still till her muscles loosened. Then short strokes, letting her get used to the stretch. Once she started rocking herself onto me I gripped her shoulders and fucked her ass properly. It was hotter and tighter. She reached back between her legs and rubbed her own clit fast. Third climax came while I was balls deep in her ass. Her whole body locked and a gush of fluid hit the balcony floor between her feet.
I could not hold after that. I pulled free, spun her, shoved my cock back into her cunt for the last ten thrusts and exploded deep. Thick pulses that kept coming. She squeezed around me milking every drop. My legs felt empty. We stayed locked, breathing against each other, cock still twitching inside. Lights in two more windows across the road stayed on longer than usual. Neither of us cared.
Cleanup was just more mess
We did not go inside right away. She stayed bent with my cum leaking down one thigh while I sat on the plastic chair and watched. Then she climbed onto my lap facing me, lined up and sank down again even though I was half soft. She rode slow, grinding her messy cunt on me until I hardened hell again. Night air cooled the sweat on our skin but inside her stayed burning hot. This time she controlled the pace. Long rolls of her hips, tits smeared against my chest. She bit my collarbone when she came fourth time and left actual teeth marks. I filled her once more, weaker load but still enough to drip out when she stood.
After that we finally stumbled in. She cleaned her legs with a kitchen towel and laughed that the towel smelled like pure sex now. I poured remaining beer into one glass and we shared it naked from the waist down. She asked if wife would notice the marks on my neck. I said I will wear collared shirt. She smirked and said next time she will leave marks lower. Next time hung in the air like a promise.
She left around one in the morning after one more quick standing fuck against the kitchen counter. Balcony door stayed open the whole time. I could still smell her on my fingers next morning when I made tea. Body felt used in the best way, thighs sore, cock raw at the tip. Two days later she messaged only one line asking if the rail was free tonight. I typed haan and she appeared again just after dark, this time already without bra under a loose top. We did not even pretend to talk. Clothes off by the sliding door, her bent over the same metal bar, my cock buried to the root while she whispered dirty Hinglish half sentences that got filthier every thrust. Someone in the next tower must have heard the rail creak but neither of us stopped until she could barely stand. That fifth floor ledge became our regular ground after that and I still get hard just hearing metal scrape whenever wind hits it wrong.