First thing you do when you don’t have an ocean facing view? Comprehend the idea of fucking on the balcony discretely. It’s a fantasy, yet at a small cost (of some pride), we made it happen.

Okay, it came at a huge risk, and we thought we’d gotten away with it. Sadly (and now in time, amusingly), we were very wrong.

Two days into our trip, we realised a happy truth of no neighbours. We never heard anybody. No door closing, music / TV playing, not even a whisper.

I figured I’d test the waters. A hotel maid was cleaning next door’s room ready for later that day, and I knocked next door, pretending to gage if their TV was working or we had an outage.

Nobody either side of us. Fuck, it was on.

That meant me sporting a revealing bikini by the pool, dirty talk whispered in his ear of, “I can’t wait until you fuck me in the shower later, then again on the balcony.”

I had him hard by the poolside and giggled as he tried to contain it. I teased him further with the occasional nip slip and built up our sex.

For perspective, I was wearing a thong bikini and a top half that likely needed an upsize, because my tits were pretty on-show.

Eventually, when we mutually couldn’t take any more, we went up to our room. I was bent over the sink in the bathroom as soon as we arrived and my cheeks were kissed.

My thong bikini was moved to the side and he teased my wet pussy lips with his talented fingers. I called a halt, smiling, and whispered, “fuck me on the balcony.”

Moments later, we headed out. With the silence around us (I asked the resort out of curiosity at the occupancy level, which was around 75%), it was on.

“What if there’s somebody now in there?” was met by a quietly confident return from me of, “in the last few hours? No chance.”

Argh. I was wrong.

The balcony, medium sized with two loungers and ample space meant I could move a lounger towards the safety barrier, hold onto it and ride him.

He was rock hard and gushing all kinds of horny desires. I LOVE when a guy is firstly this vocally expressive, but also this willing to push the limits of risqué fun.

He literally went straight in. I was too wet not to. I found the weight of my cheeks thudding onto his lap, worrying we’d break the lounger. That concern quickly disappeared.

I found myself riding him at an aggressively welcome pace. It was written all over his face when I looked back at him - his eyes glued to my ass.

I slowed it up and started to dirty talk him. I reached back and spread my cheeks. My ass is on the bigger side so if he wants to see my bootyhole and pussy lips - it’ll need spreading.

Time flew and the euphoria of the risk taking was INSANE.

Knowing we had our shower steps away, after around 10 minutes, it got too much, and he held my hips down as I swivelled on his lap.

My pussy was filled with SO much cum. Like, the creamiest, biggest load. He moaned my name, trying to collect himself as his legs shook.

Skipping my way to the shower to clean up, we high fived and joked this should be a hotel tradition moving forward.

I thought nothing of it, until before we left for dinner hours later, our phone rang. It was the receptionist, who I could tell was slurring over his words a little.

Explaining in simple terms that there’d been a noise complaint, I acted dumb as my heart raced.

I became increasingly jittery as he explained a nearby room had complained about “suspected sexual activity” on the balcony.

Fuck.

I, again, said we were out the afternoon and they said it was indeed today.

I insisted (although I’m mindful I must’ve sounded nervous) that I was oblivious, politely stating we’d never do that.

The call ended and I considered it a near miss.

As we got back from dinner, curious as to who’s reported us, a mature couple left their room, NEXT to us, sheepishly. The husband smiled as his wife frowned.

I gestured good evening. He said, “Hope you guys don’t get sick too, you’ll be in the room for half of your trip.”

The penny dropped. It must’ve been them.

Checking out, we had a reminder from the resort manager about the incident. I know I went bright red, denying it, and we were on our way.