Back to the balcony

I stepped over the mess, grabbed a condom or two from inside my dresser, and led Carrie back out to the balcony. I made sure the lights were off in the lounge as we went through it, drew the curtains in doorway, and pulled the balcony door shut behind me after we passed through it. With the curtains drawn, and so high above the ground below, we were in a relatively private, if not at all secluded, location.

I grabbed Carrie by the shoulders, and turned her body to face me. I pressed my face against hers, attacking her mouth with mine, sucking on her lower lip and tongueing the inside of her mouth. She responded immediately, kissing back hard, using her tongue to play with mine. She reached down, and fumbled with my jeans, trying to undo the top button. As she did so, I pulled the tank top up. She lifted her arms obligingly, and we parted mouths long enough to slip the tank top over her head and off of her arms. As soon as the tank was clear of her arms, Carrie pushed the bottom of my shirt up and over my head. I folded my arms to pull the shirt off the rest of the way, as it was now caught around my face, preventing me from seeing anything.

Carrie took the opportunity to descend to her knees. As I pulled the shirt clear of my face, Carrie was undoing my pants, and as I dropped the shirt to the balcony deck, Carrie was pulling down my jeans and my boxers at the same time. She opened her mouth and swallowed me whole, taking the lion's share of my cock into her mouth in one firm push. I groaned as I carefully stepped out of the jeans hanging around my ankles, preparing for a killer blowjob. Carrie, however seemed to have other plans. With her mouth still around me, she fished around in my jeans pockets and pulled out a condom. With quick deftness, she pulled herself off me, tore open the package, and rolled the condom onto my rock hard pole. She got back up on her feet, and leaned in against me, rubbing her tits against my chest. She put her face to the side of mine, and whispered in my ear, "you have a nice cock ... i'm drunk though ... fuck me hard." She emphasized the last word, and closed by biting my ear, much harder than a nibble, though not enough to draw blood.

Again, I grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around, so that she was facing away from me. I wrapped one arm around her side and fondled her tits. I pressed my dick into the small of her back, though I couldn't feel her smooth skin through the condom. With my free arm, I reached down, hooked my thumb in her waistband, and pushed down her skirt and panties. I could only reach down to about mid-thigh with my arm, but once it was that far, I lifted up a leg and brought the only remaining pieces of cloth on either of us down the balcony deck with my foot. My wrapped-around arm remained hefting her breast and tweaking her nipple as I did so. With my free hand, I reached around to feel if she was ready for me, and the ease with which I was able to slip a finger into her pussy indicated that she was. I slid my moistened finger across her clit as I pulled my hand away.