That summer in Chandigarh was killing me. Hot as hell and my AC was half dead. I used to stand on the balcony every night just to catch some breeze. This one indian balcony sex story still makes my cock hard when I think about it. Flat opposite mine had this couple. Husband some bank guy who left early and came late. Wife Neha maybe thirty four looking damn fine even in simple cotton outfits.
I am Ravi twenty nine working night shifts at a call center so my sleep was fucked already. Balcony was our small common patch two floors up. Iron railing thin pots of tulsi and money plant. From there you could see road lights and other blocks. First few weeks I just nodded. Then she started coming out same time around midnight after putting kid to sleep. Kid was with grandparents that whole month so she was freer.
She wore these loose nighties that got almost see through under the tube light. Dark nipples pushing the cloth. Ass round and heavy. One night she stretched arms up and the nightie rode high showing thick thighs. I stared open. She caught me and instead of getting shy she smiled slow and asked water hai kya. I brought a bottle. Our fingers touched. Heat shot straight to my balls.
Her Nightie Sticking In The Heat
Next nights got worse. She stood closer. Talked about how lonely the flat felt. Husband touring for work three days. I told her my shift got cancelled. She laughed low and said accha to fir full night free. Her voice had that thick Punjabi touch mixed with Hindi. Chest kept rising. I could smell coconut oil in her hair and light sweat. She leaned on railing looking down and her hip brushed my thigh. My cock jumped hard in shorts. No underwear. She felt it and her elbow stayed pressed longer than needed.
I asked bold like you always come out this late. She said haan garmi badh jati hai andar. Then she turned full facing me. Nightie strap slipped one shoulder. Brown skin glowing. I reached and fixed the strap slow. Thumb dragged across her collarbone. She did not pull away. Eyes went dark. She whispered if someone sees. I said colony sagging at this hour. Only dogs barking far.
My hand dropped to her waist. Thick soft flesh. She stepped into me. Tits mashed my chest. I grabbed both cheeks of her ass hard. Big handfuls. She moaned into my neck. Hot breath. I pulled the nightie up from behind. Bare ass. No panty. Slick already between thighs. Two fingers slid into her cunt easy. Hot wet grip. She bit my shoulder to stay quiet. I finger fucked her right there standing. Thumb on clit circling. Her legs shook. Juice ran down my wrist. She came quick first time clenching hard and whispering ruko ruko but pushing back on my hand.
She Dropped And Took Me Deep
I freed my cock. Thick and dark and leaking. She looked down and said bada hai saala. Then she went on knees on the dusty balcony floor. Took the head in mouth warm and wet. Tongue spinning. One hand on my balls squeezing gentle. I held her hair and pushed deeper. She gagged a bit but kept going. Spit dripping chin. Nightie fully open now. Heavy breasts swinging each suck. I fucked her face slow at first then harder. Throat bulging. Tears in eyes but she pulled me in more. I almost blew then but pulled out. Did not want to finish so fast.
I lifted her up. Turned her to the railing. Bent her forward. Ass out. I rubbed cock between her cheeks then found the hole and slammed in full. She gasped loud then stuffed her fist in mouth. Tight married pussy stretch around me. I gripped her hips and pounded. Skin slapping wet. Balcony shook a little. Her tits hung over the edge almost. Anyone looking up from ground could catch the bounce. That risk made me harder. I reached front and pinched nipples rough. She pushed back meeting every thrust. Kept saying aur zor se aur andar. Filthy words mixed Hinglish. Mera chut faad de. I did. Balls slapping her clit. Sweat running both of us.
After long pounding I pulled out. Made her face me. Lifted one thick leg high on the railing. Opened her wide. Slid back in standing. Deep angle. Her arms around my neck. Mouths crashing messy. Tongues. I bit her lower lip. Kept slamming. Her juices coating my thighs. She came second time shaking so hard I had to hold her up. Walls fluttering on my cock almost milked me. I gritted teeth and kept going. Wanted to wreck her.
We shifted again. I sat on the plastic chair we keep for clothes drying. She straddled me reverse. Facing the road. Impaled herself slow. Then bounced hard. Ass cheeks rippling. I slapped them red. Reached around rubbing her swollen clit. She rode like mad. Nightie bunched at waist. Full topless under stars and dim colony lights. I felt orgasm building heavy in spine. Told her I will fill you. She said haan andar daal. No pull out. Married or not she wanted the load deep.
Filling Her Till It Dripped
I stood up still inside her. Pressed her chest to the railing again. Fucked savage last stretch. Short hard strokes. Then buried full and pumped cum in thick ropes. Pulse after pulse. Hot flood. She moaned long and clamped down milking every drop. We stayed locked breathing heavy. My cock softening but still plugged. Cum already leaking out around the sides dripping on the floor tiles. Smelled sharp sex and sweat.
She stayed bent a minute then slowly stood. Turned and kissed me wet. Tasted her own cunt and my salt. I fingered the mess pushing cum back inside then fed it to her. She sucked my fingers clean. Said kal bhi aana same time. Husband back only Sunday. I nodded cock twitching already thinking round two.
We cleaned rough with her dupatta she had brought. She fixed nightie. Hair messy. Lips swollen. Looked thoroughly fucked. I watched her walk back to her flat door. Ass still jiggling. Light went off inside after a bit. I stayed on balcony smoking one beedi hand sticky. Legs weak. That was only the start. Next two nights we did more. Once I ate her out for long while she sat on the railing legs open risking full view. Another time she jerked me till I sprayed all over her bouncing tits then rubbed it in like lotion.
On the last night before husband returned she came hooked on a thin shawl only. Nothing under. We barely talked. I pushed her against the wall first hands pinned fucked standing. Then bent over pots pounding till soil spilled. She clawed my arms leaving marks. Came so many times her juice ran to ankles. I finished on her face that round. Thick stripes across cheeks and open mouth. She licked what she could reach then kissed me sharing the taste.
Morning after I saw her hanging clothes normal like nothing. Saree proper. But when eyes met she smirked tiny and adjusted her blouse lower. My cock remembered everything. Husband came back with sweets and loud talk. I stayed quiet in my flat. But every midnight when heat rises I still go to that balcony. Sometimes she comes too for two minutes. Looks at the railing. Whispers jaldi opportunity banegi. And I wait already hard in my shorts. Chandigarh nights stay dirty like that. Body still aches good remembering how deep I buried in her out in open air with whole world just one shout away.
Those sessions ruined me for soft slow stuff. Now I need the risk the heavy body the raw slap of skin and her married cunt gripping like it was starving. Whenever summer hits hard I stroke thinking of her bent over that same iron bar tits free to night wind and my cum running down her thick thighs while izat of the colony slept useless below. She got what she wanted. I got more than I planned. And the balcony still smells like us if you know where to stand.
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