The balcony

Having explored the interior of your new dwelling thoroughly, your attention is drawn to the large window that runs floor-to-ceiling all along one wall, near the dining area and into the bedroom. You notice that there is a balcony beyond the window, with doors onto the balcony at opposite ends - one in the bedroom and the other close to the dining table.

You and Mary make your way out onto the balcony to take in the view. The first thing you notice is that the balcony runs all the way along the building, so in a way it is shared with the other four couples, but there is a gate between each section. The balcony is actually quite wide - wide enough to fit a patio table and chairs, and two sun loungers, with ample space to move around them.

But the main point of interest is the view itself. Your building is a few blocks away from the beach, but all the buildings between you and the see are only three or four storeys tall at the most, so up here on the ninth floor you have a spectacular view of the beach, the coastline beyond, and the busy streets directly below.

The beach is crowded but the figures there are too far away to make out much detail as they move around. Certainly you can tell from the colours of the crowd that there’s plenty of flesh on display, and some brightly coloured swimwear.

Closer to the building, the people in the streets below you are easier to make out, and you feel a slight whirl of vertigo as you look directly down to try and get your bearings. Some of the people on the streets are also in swimwear, no doubt making their way to or from the beach, while others are more fully clothed. There is a lot of cleavage on display from the women which you can see fairly clearly even from this height, and you smile to yourself as you realise straight down it from up here.

The ground floors of the buildings you can see are occupied by shops with brightly coloured signs, but from up here it’s difficult to make out what sort of shops they are. You scan the street for familiar looking brand colours and logos - maybe a chain store or a fast food restaurant you might recognise - but nothing immediately stands out.

You hear a noise to your left, and turn to see Mike and Laura emerging onto their balcony, right next door to yours. They both look somewhat bedraggled, their hair is messy, their clothes are ruffled. Laura's face and ample cleavage are dripping with a viscous, pale white fluid; her short skirt is also covered in the stuff. More of it runs down the inside of her leg. Mike is looking very pleased with himself.

"Oh, hi, Lance," he says cheerfully to you before his gaze lands upon Mary - specifically, her huge tits, where his focus remains, his face taking on a lustful, hungry expression. "And hello, Mary," he adds, smoothly, not taking his eyes off your wife's breasts.

"Hi Mike, hi Laura, you look like you've been having some fun," you observe. Mary opens the gate between your two balconies and sidles over to Laura.

"Hey, Laura, you seem to have spilt something down you," she says, kindly and innocently.

"Well, it was more Mike who did the spilling," chuckles Laura. Mary doesn't seem to understand what has happened, but you and Mike exchange a knowing glance.

"Ooh, have you been cooking?" asks Mary, scooping a bit of Mike's cum from Laura's face with her fingers and putting them in her mouth. As soon as she does so, her eyes widen and her knees buckle slightly. "Mmmmm, oh god, it's delicious, what is it?" She scoops another glob of com from Laura's face into her mouth while the other three of you chuckle at her innocence.

"Well, Mary, I seem to have got quite a lot of it over my tits, since you like it so much perhaps you can help me clean them up?" suggests Laura

"You mean, lick it off? That's a but unusual but it's so nice, I don't think I can resist," replies Mary and proceeds to gorge on Laura's cleavage.