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<blockquote><div class="quotetitle">Quote from <a class="profile-link highlight-default" href="#">Psycho Pomp</a> on August 30, 2026, 8:27 am</div>
She asked me what's on my bucket list, and I could not think of anything in the moment. Then she ticks off two I forgotten about in one night.

The fresh air from a bush lodge created a pleasant environment for an outdoor adventure, on an open balcony. Dark, but still sufficient light for me to admire her beauty. Inside, the air was still thick with the warmth of their lengthy, whispered foreplay. Laughter and the faint clink of glasses from a dozen other rooms in corridor served as a constant, thrilling reminder of the risk.

Surrounded by work colleagues. The noises eventually faded as the hours of the night passed. She stood up and walked towards the balcony. I was stretched out on the bed, my heart still beating a rapid rhythm from our explorations. She stood by the glass door, a playful, daring look in her eyes. "Come outside with me," she whispered, her voice a soft challenge. My eyes widened slightly. The balcony was an open, exposed, wooden ledge in a row of similar balconies, where any one of my colleagues could be standing, looking out. The thought sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through me. But the exhilaration in her gaze was infectious.

I followed. The night air was cool on my skin. That's when I saw what she had brought with her. It was large, an instrument of pure audacity. My first thought, a silent breathless prayer, was no way. It seemed impossible. But then I looked at her, at the confident curve of her smile, the knowing look that promised both care and conquest. I had trusted her skill before, and the memory of those times made me surrender with a slow, deliberate nod.

She mounted her strapon. She was a master of the tease, her movements agonizingly slow, building a tension that was as much about the public space as it was about their private act.

Finally, with a gentle pressure, she guided me to my hands and knees on the balcony couch. The plush material was a stark contrast to the vulnerability I felt. A gentle pressure, just the very tip, a promise of what was to come. I tensed, certain I could take no more. But she was patient, her movements a study in gradual acceptance. She eased forward, millimeter by millimeter, until the initial resistance gave way to a shocking, full sensation.

Deeper and deeper she went, until a smooth, rocking rhythm began to flow between them. The pleasure was immense, a rising tide that drowned out the distant sounds of nature and the fear of being seen. It was just them, the rhythm, and the dizzying height.

Then she withdrew, leaving him feeling strangely empty. She moved to a balcony chair and sat, patting her lap with a soft, encouraging smile. Understanding dawned. I moved to her, my body now pliant and eager. I positioned myself over her, and this time, the connection was seamless. It slid into place with an easy familiarity that made me gasp. I began to move, setting my own pace, riding the wave of sensation. I took her deeper in than I thought possible until eventually riding the full length of her shaft. Each movement a full, complete acceptance. The pleasure built, a coil tightening deep within me, until it suddenly, wonderfully, released. A shudder wracked my body, a powerful, internal climax that left me breathless. I paused for a moment, trembling, only for another, softer wave to ripple through me, and then another. I rode through them, each one a sweet, surrendering release, until I was spent, collapsing against her in the open air, hidden in plain sight.

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