Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2020 11:47:25 +0100
From: Kachar Ricuchi <kacharricuchi@gmail.com>
Subject: Cindy, Laura and I: a threesome 21

XXXII

I may have imagined my upstairs neighbor in many physical combinations as
I pictured her panting on the balcony; yes, as a "her" most of the time.
Her voice seemed so close sometimes that I believed she went out on the
balcony, into the fresh air, to play with herself. She surely wanted to
be heard. Yes, all my scenarios ended with her being a girl like me, and
I picture her standing on the balcony edge one hand on her cock and the
other grabbing one of her breasts and pumping herself on a very wet
shaft, often furiously, until she came sprinkling her semen on the grass
of my yard. As if she was dedicating it to me in a ritual scene:
enriching the earth, sending me fertile vibes. Since she did not know me,
or so I thought, it was more of a general ritual just to spread her seed.
What a kink. That was one heck of a dream. I was feeling somewhat adored
and wanted exactly for what I had become, a very feminine person with a
cock. Now, incredibly, I witnessed that the jerking off on the balcony
was quite real. I could hear her panting often, as she was getting very
close to come, and finally coming with a muffled sound. But where did
that semen go? A short trek to glue her hand? A discrete flight to stain
the rails of the balcony? Some dripping to pinpoint the floor? Or, yeah,
some flew farther and rained on the yard.

This one day my neighbor was a bit louder, as she was closer to come, I
imagined. I was naked out on my porch doing some early Yoga in the
coldish air of a spring morning. I had heard her step out on the balcony
a little earlier, and then I started hearing her noises. My very soft
music was on, I stopped moving, resting in Hare pose, and listened. After
a while her panting was getting to me as I slowly was heating up in
arousal and my cock was getting harder by the second. I needed to peek at
her. So I crawled to the very edge of the porch and I looked up to see
her toes protruding from the edge of her balcony. She was resting most of
her body on the rail and then in one thrust of her hips I had a glimpse
at the tip of her cock gloved by her hand. I could also see some floating
hair and the tip of her nose. I was getting extremely horny. I wanted to
be part of this. I wanted to come. I moved my mat to the edge and laid on
my back so that I could face the balcony roof and keep peeking. I made
sure my ponytail was out of sight. And soon enough I was imitating her
only on my back: pumping my cock and grabbing one breast with the index
finger enticing my nipple. I did not close my eyes: I imagined a glass
floor above me so that I could see her whole body beyond her stamped feet
on the floor: her nice round ass, the tips of the breasts, and the
intensity of the body movement, its shaking, as she was getting closer to
her explosion. Oh my god! How I longed to give her the same. Yes, I was
going to give her my semen too. She was surely getting close and I was
hoping to follow her. You can imagine how exciting it felt when I saw, as
if in slow motion, weird and hot, the sprinkling semen landed on the
grass and that I actually wanted some of it to land on me, somewhat sad
to see tiny bits land on the grass blades. Oh, but then I came sprinkling
myself with my hot semen, on my breasts and neck, not able to reach the
ceiling, not powerful enough to join her semen on the grass. I guess we
softly panted down together as we relaxed after our play. I wonder if she
knew I was adoring her from under her feet.