I’m sprawled naked on silk sheets in my eagle’s nest penthouse, perched atop the family tower. City skyline sparkles beyond glass walls. One hand flips through an erotic tome, the other strokes my cock lazily. Pure indulgence.
Doorbell buzzes. Fuck. Alone in this sky-high sanctuary, I ignore it. Peek from the corridor slit: it’s the neighbor. Mother’s old confidante from elite circles. We’re on first-name terms. Not now. I ghost.
The Privilege
Back to my rhythm, shattered. Bitch ruins the flow. Garden rustle pulls me to the bedroom window. She’s at the infinity pool, bronzed skin glowing under the sun. Mother granted her access—perks of our set.
Not bad at forty-something. Ripe, blooming. She shrugs off her sundress straps. No bra. Heavy tits spill free, firm globes swaying just right. Pale against tanned torso. Dress pools at her waist, hugging lush hips. Then, the boxer shorts slide down. Feast. Firm ass cheeks, narrow tan line. Venus reborn—cinched waist, full hips. She bends for her bag, cheeks parting. String bikini next. Tease hides perfection.
She swims languid laps, emerges, ditches the top. Stretches on the teak deck, ass up, string bisecting those globes.
Opportunity knocks. Quick jerk to reset. Freshen up. Slip into trunks, grab towel. Descend.
“Hello!” She startles, flips, covers tits, eyes my gaze on her ass.
“You’re here? Sorry, I’ll go.”
“Stay. Enjoy the sun, the pool.” Grand seigneur.
I dive into crystalline water, surface, sit near. She’s tense, bra back on. Mini bikini regrets.
“Love the suit. No need for the top—doesn’t faze me.”
“I’m shy…” Smile.
Sunscreen tube. Coat arms, legs. Back time: “Help?” Sit forward. Her hands glide shoulders, down spine. Restrained.
Stand, drop trunks low: “Butt’s sensitive.” She pats playfully. Laughs.
The Excess
Counter: “Your shoulders burn. My turn.” Hands on, untie bra knot. She cups tits, grins: “Cheeky.”
“On your stomach.” She yields, tits free, prone. Straddle thighs. Lotion lumbar, then ass. Tug string down, cream cheeks, inner cleft. Thighs part.
“Flip.” Knee beside, flex leg wide. Hand trails groin, brushes mound. Labia peeks. Mature glory.
Other leg. Feet. Straddle hips. Shoulders, flank tits, squeeze mounds. Thumbs circle nipples—hard peaks. Suck, nibble. Cock throbs.
Trunks off. Naked straddle. Belly kisses, roll string up. To bush. Flip her. Ass kisses, tongue flicks cleft. Flip back. String off. Bush kisses. Leg wide: sublime cunt. Face buried, devour. She grips head, grinds.
Prone, ass up. Doggy offer—primeval. Kiss folds. Tongue plunge, suck clit, rim anus.
She spins, thighs splay, yanks me in. Hips devour cock. Frenzy. Who fucks whom?
Her climax shudders waves. Mine builds eternal, explodes.
The Discretion
We collapse on plush loungers. Infinity edge blurs city below. Glass walls seal our secret. Champagne chills nearby—never opened, but the view intoxicates.
Pensive: “Haven’t been ravished like that in ages…”
Sun dips. She dresses. Kiss cheek. Elevator hums her away. I lounge, cock spent, empire at my feet. Elite discretion absolute.
