The pomelia balcony

The sun was calming his fury; Pomelia flowers were triumphing in the sunset light. One plant in particular caught my attention. The white flowers shone on a balcony on the raised ground floor of an old building and at the sides of the plant I could see two long woman legs. I went with my spider and, with the excuse to open the hood, I looked toward the balcony. The legs ended in a pair of very short shorts from which I could glimpse the thinned-out hair of a cunt. The woman was busy looking after Pomelia jar; she noticed me and, mischievously, facilitated the deviation of shorts and showed me all the pussy almost opening in the movement. Lost all sense of shame and encouraged, I got out and I approached the balcony. The pussy was up to my face. She leaned toward me and whispered in my ear: "My husband is sleeping at home. Let us be silent." She put in my mouth her hot and curious tongue. I was holding on to the railing, and I returned the long and increasingly hungry kiss. Suddenly she pulled away from me and went into the house without a word. It was the first and last time I saw her. Except now, in my thoughts, while I'm masturbating.