Against the railing

I weighed my options. Part of me wanted to back her up against the balcony door, but I knew the thrusting against the door would make a racket. We could just lay down and go at it like missionaries, but I wasn't in the mood for such "vanilla" intercourse. She didn't appear coherent enough to handle being on top of me. I considered putting her on all fours and taking her from behind, but I wondered what the bare concrete would do our knees. There was one option left, it seemed. With one hand on her hip to hold it in place, I pushed her shoulder down, bending her over the railing. The railing ran about across her sternum, and her generous tits hung just on the other side of it. I pulled her arms underneath the top, horizontal bar of the railing, crooking her elbows on the near side of it, and wrapping her fingers around the vertical support bars. The way her arms were set would prevent her torso from getting pushed any further over the railing during my thrusting, and would help provide me good solid contact. With the combination of a hand and my knee, I moved one of her legs outwards, so that her feet were spaced a shoulder's width apart, and her thighs now spaced widely enough to allow me entrance.

I reached around again with one arm, and rested my fingers inside her vulva. I stepped in behind her, bringing my legs into contact with hers, and my dick pressed up against her underside, though not yet inside her. With my free hand, I reached out to the railing to help balance me, then I bent down, bringing my head close to hers. I slowly rubbed her clit as I spoke to her. "Hold on tight," I whispered into her ear. "Keep pushing with your arms, or I'll push you off the fucking balcony." Carrie nodded an affirmation, and I could feel her body tense up. I twisted my hips enough to bring my dick in contact with my wrapped-around hand, and bit down on her ear as I guided it into her pussy, causing her to gasp sharply from the dual sensations.

I stood back up, mostly straight, though I retained my handhold on the railing. I initiated a slow thrusting, and resumed a rhythmic rubbing of her clit in cadence with it. Carrie's whole body was tense beneath me, and it offered me a satisfying bump and the culmination of each thrust. The moon was out at this point, and it illuminated her back underneath me, tanned though it was, and devoid of any tanlines. The only tanline on her body I could see was the narrow V of a thong, arching from her hips down the cleavage of her ass. I watched, mesmerized myself, as my cock plunged into the tip of the tanline arrow. I cursed the condom for the dampening of sensation that it ****, but I realized even in my drunken state that this was not the time or the girl to ride bareback. On the plus side, the condom would allow me a longer ride.

I relished the thought, and began to thrust a little faster and a little harder, the bump of each push upgrading to more of a smack. I corrseponded this with an increase of clit rubbing speed, and I could feel the little pink button grow swollen under my attention. This change in tempo modified Carrie's breathing from slow and shallow to a faster panting, with the edges of her exhalations occasionally tinted with a brief and thin moan. The stiffness of her arms was softening slightly, and her hips started to give more and more against my slapping thighs. I let go of the railing and moved my supporting hand to her shoulder, to give myself better leverage. As I did so, I could see around her body, to her tits, which were swaying and bouncing against the railing.

With my hand on her shoulder, I was once again able to pull in tightly against her, and with my more solid thrusts, even through the condom, I could feel her vagina start to quiver. Continuing my methodical thrusting, I rubbed her clit even faster, as fast as I was able to, and the quivering dissolved to convulsing as she climaxed. The rest of her body went loose, as well, and my thrusts pushed her torso forward, as promised, until her thighs were pushed up nearly against the railing, just her legs and hips on the "inside" of the railing, and the rest of her body hanging over. She remained curiously silent as the orgasm shook her -- I assume she was holding her breath, or biting her lip.