I rolled over in the bed. I smiled as I took in the beautiful sight of slender curves and smooth, delicate skin on the body of a gorgeous woman lying beside me. Brooklyn’s chestnut hair spilled over the pillow like wispy feathers made of silk.

I watched the peaceful rhythm of her chest rising and falling as she tranquilly and blissfully slept. I didn’t want to rouse her just yet. She deserved the rest and relaxation. I touched a few strands of her hair. It was so soft. My fingers ached to be able to run them up and down her body, caressing her in all the right places. Not yet. I would let her sleep a little while longer.

Plus, I was enjoying the serene pitter patter of light rain that plunked against the red tin roof of my cabin house. I stretched and yawned and pushed the sheets off my legs. Then, as carefully as I could, I climbed out of bed and glanced over my shoulder at Brooklyn. She was still sound asleep.

The irony of the moment was not lost on me. In our pasts, I didn’t think either one of us ever realized that being together in this setting was probably what we had wanted all along. We were either too proud or too scared to admit it at the time, either out loud or privately to ourselves. Either way, I was enjoying her company, and I knew that part of me wished that she would stay forever.

I walked to the bathroom and gulped down a glass of water I had left on the counter by the sink the night before. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.

“You’re just kidding yourself if you think this fantasy will continue. She can’t stay here forever. She has her own life. It’s impractical to even humor the idea in your mind of her being here with you for the long term.”

Sometimes I gave myself pep talks in the mirror. It helped me become who I was, and most of the time it calmed me down when I needed to relax. I peered out the open door of the bathroom. Brooklyn was still sleeping on her side, facing the set of French doors leading out to my personal master bedroom balcony.

The balcony in my bedroom was probably my favorite part of the entire house. I loved to sit out there and watch the dawn breaking against the sky, and I also loved to experience the amazing beauty of the painted canvas of sunset. The mountain sunsets were incredible. Nothing compared to watching the sun as it played hide and seek behind the rich orange and gold colored treetops, blending in magnificently. It was as if Heaven and earth connected at that exact spot in the sky.

I wandered over to the balcony and opened the doors to let some fresh air into the room. The balcony had a roof over it. During bad weather, like today, I could still enjoy the perks of being outside with a roof to shield me.

I walked out onto the deck of the balcony and propped my elbows up on the railing.

“Hey you.” I heard the groggy, yet sexy voice of Brooklyn behind me.

I turned around and couldn’t hide my smile. Brooklyn was stepping closer to me. She was only wearing a white tank top that molded to her body. She had on white silky panties. Her hair fell over one side of her shoulder and her lips were cherry red. Her cheeks were still rosy with fresh sleep and her eyes gleamed with seduction.

“Good morning,” I said as I turned around and took in her breathtaking beauty. “I hope you don’t mind that I opened the doors to let some fresh air in.”

It wasn’t terribly cold outside, and the rain made it seem cozy. October in the mountains usually brought a steady share of precipitation. It made it nice to curl up by the fire with a bowl of soup and a good book. But in this case with Brooklyn here with me, I had all the warmth I needed right in front of me.

“I don’t mind,” she breathed out in a feminine voice that made my heart pound. Blood rushed to my cock. I was hard for her already.

She glanced down at the bulge between my legs. I was only wearing boxer shorts. She immediately noticed my erection. The edges of her lips cracked into a perfectly mischievous smile.

“Good morning to you,” she emphasized and snaked her arms around my waist.

She purposefully pressed herself up against me. She ran her hands up and down my back. She couldn’t keep her hands off of me. Slowly, she began to graze her fingertips down my stomach. She looked at me with a naughty gleam in her eyes. She was teasing me.

Brooklyn traced the edge of my boxer shorts with her fingers. “The rain makes me want to stay in bed with you all day and just fuck.”

“Me too.” I stared at her, inspired by her sexiness. She pushed her hand down my boxers with determination set in her eyes.

I nearly gasped as she grabbed hold of my cock and began to gently stroke it up and down. I was already awake down there, but she was driving me wild. I was throbbing with desire for her.

“It feels like he wants to play,” Brooklyn cooed seductively, referring to my swollen shaft.

“Yeah…” I trailed off, barely able to speak through the pleasure in the way that she was touching me.

Brooklyn had this magnetic effect over me. I lost all my inhibitions. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t speak. I just had to go with the unstoppable force that drew me closer to her. I couldn’t resist the temptation she brought.

She was like an addiction for me. The pull of her sexuality was even more intense all these years later. She was a woman. She was experienced now. She knew exactly what she was doing and how to bring me towards the brink of ecstasy.

“Does this feel good?” She pitched one eyebrow and pouted out those luscious red lips of hers. She craned her head to the side and gave me a sexy grin.

“Uh-huh.” I was panting hard, leaning up against the railing.

At that moment, I heard a ringing chime pierce the air. It startled me at first, until I realized it was a cell phone. It wasn’t mine. I didn’t have that same ring tone.

“Your phone is blowing up on the nightstand,” I told her in a shaky voice.

Brooklyn kept working, stroking my hard shaft up and down. She casually shrugged her shoulders.

“Whoever it is can wait. I’m busy right now.” She flickered her gaze at me, and I thought my heart might explode with lust and the incredible force of longing and desire.

“Okay.” I squeaked, swallowing hard. My inner thighs were beginning to shake.

Brooklyn pushed my boxers down, exposing the girth of my erection. She smiled and her eyes danced with delight. “Very nice. I like what I see. You’re a whole lot bigger than I remembered.”

“Did you miss it?” I asked.

“Sex with you?” She traced a circle with her finger over my bare chest.

“Yes.”

“I hadn’t realized how lucky I had it with you until yesterday when you…” she trailed off and met my gaze. “Took me like you did on your kitchen table.”

“Did you like it?” I asked. I already knew the answer. Her sexy moans and cries of pleasure had given assurance to me.

“Yes,” she whispered in my ear and pressed her chest up against mine. I felt the perkiness of her hard nipples. She was excited too. “You are very aroused right now.”

“Well, you are rubbing my cock,” I chuckled. “That is bound to be the natural reaction.”

Brooklyn looked pleased with herself. “Do you want to feel how wet you make me?”

“I would love to.” My voice was barely over an audible whisper.

I reached my hand down between her legs. I pushed open her engorged pussy lips. She opened her mouth and let out a sighing moan of delight as my fingers explored her secret places. Her breath was like a feather on my cheek as she continued to let out the sexiest moans I had ever heard in my life. We were almost nose-to-nose.

She kissed me. Her lips and her taste were enchanting. She tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth. She had me floored. Passion burned right through my veins. I was fueled with desire.

“You have an effect over me that I can’t explain,” I confessed.

Brooklyn smiled as if that was exactly the kind of reaction she was aiming to achieve. “Good.”

She pressed my hard cock up against her pussy lips and moaned. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was dripping wet, soaking. I pushed her panties all the way down and she tossed them aside. She raised her arms over her head, and I pulled her tank top off.

We were standing there together, naked on the balcony, touching each other in silence. The only sound was the soft rain and the sound of our rapid breathing. She continued to touch herself. Her fingers slid across her clitoris. Her legs were spread open and she put on a show for me with a tantric stare.

I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer. I wanted to fuck her on my balcony, blending in with nature and the outdoors.

I couldn’t imagine anything better than morning sex with Brooklyn on the balcony. It was like a dream come true. If it were a dream, I never wanted to pinch myself or wake up. I was hooked on her, and she knew it.

We didn’t have to worry about the past. We were in the present, and that was all that mattered.

She was still moaning and touching herself. Her fingers were gliding over her pink lips that were saturated with arousal.

“You don’t have to do all that work yourself,” I whispered in her ear. “Let me help you.”

“Okay,” she said with an enthused smile.

I opened her legs and took my hard cock in my hand. I gently pushed it inside of her swollen lips. She cried out with a moan of sensual pleasure. She draped her arms around my neck and pressed herself close to me. It was the most intimate moment we had ever shared.

I continued to bury my cock as deep inside of her as it would go. “Does it feel good?” I whispered in her ear as I began to thrust inside of her.

“Yes,” she moaned back seductively. She was quivering with pleasure under my embrace. “Keep going.”

With a grunt, I pushed the rest of the way inside of her. I felt her engorged clitoris as it rubbed against my own pulsing prick. “You feel amazing,” I told her. “So wet.” I kissed her lips. She kissed me back. I loved how responsive she was with me. She scratched her nails up and down my back and melded into me.

I was fucking her, naked and exposed to the world. The mountains would hold our secret. Her moaning became more desperate. Her expression was urgent. She was panting hard. I took her naked breasts in my hands and cupped them with a gentle squeeze.

“You are so sexy when you’re naked,” I told her.

She smiled. “So are you. I forgot how much magic you can bring with that giant cock between your legs.”

I loved it when Brooklyn talked dirty to me. She was so naughty, yet so reserved in public. She was a perfect combination, the total package in my mind. She moved her hips, grinding with me as I pressed her up against the railing of the balcony.

“Harder,” she whispered in my ear. “More, more,” she begged.

I groaned as I continued to pump up and down on her. I knew she was close. She was breathing heavy. She ran her hands through my hair. She kissed me again. Then, she cried out with a wild sensational scream of pleasure.

Her body convulsed. I held her in place as she shook through the near violence of her orgasm. It was too much for me to take, witnessing her at the height of her sexual ecstasy. I was flooded with that tingly feeling too. I absorbed all her pleasure. With a loud groan, I emptied my hot cum inside of her. I felt the heat as it rushed from my cock and into her.

Brooklyn’s eyes were flickering with euphoria I slipped out of her a few seconds later before we both collapsed onto the double rocker I had hanging to the poles on the balcony. There was a cushion under it to soften the blow.

We were both naked and intertwined. I never wanted to let her go. “I swear it just gets better and better with you,” I whispered in her ear and kissed her neck.

“Yes, it does.” Her head bobbed up and down. She was glowing radiantly. The aftermath of sex suited her and made her look gloriously beautiful.

I took her hand, entwined my fingers with hers, and squeezed. I was in trouble now. How would I ever let her go? I couldn’t imagine the thought. For now, I would just relish in the moment and freeze it in my mind to save for another rainy day.