Soft, shameless $name1 strips on her holiday balcony and lets the man opposite watch — then fucks herself silly while he strokes for her.
The rented flat in Torremolinos faced another block across a narrow street. $name1 discovered the balcony on the second morning, coffee in hand, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt that barely covered her soft belly and thick thighs.
She was twenty-eight, chubby in the way that made hotel bedsheets pool around her hips, and she had always got wet knowing someone might see. Her husband was back in Manchester on a work trip. She had five days alone and a body that felt ripe for trouble.
The man opposite appeared around ten. Mid-thirties, dark hair, smoking on his own balcony in boxer shorts. Their eyes met. $name1 did not look away. She sipped her coffee and let the shirt ride up until the undersides of her heavy tits showed and the soft mound of her cunt was a shadowed suggestion between her thighs.
He froze. Then he smiled, slow and filthy.
$name1 set the mug down, unbuttoned the shirt, and shrugged it off. Warm Spanish air kissed her nipples. Soft flesh, pale from the office year, spilled into the sunlight — full breasts with dark pink tips, a rounded belly, wide hips, a plump cunt already glistening. She cupped her tits and squeezed them for him, thumbs circling her nipples until they stiffened.
He put out the cigarette. His hand went into his shorts.
She mouthed, “Show me.”
He pushed the waistband down. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, and he stroked it openly while staring at her. $name1’s cunt clenched. She dragged a chair to the balcony rail, sat with her knees spread, and slid two fingers through her wet folds. The wet sound carried. She was so soaked her fingertips shone.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself, loud enough that he might hear. “Watch me.”
She worked her clit in tight circles, soft belly rising with each breath, tits bouncing as her arm moved. Across the gap he stroked faster, free hand gripping the rail. A woman walked past on the pavement below. Neither of them cared. $name1 pushed two fingers into her cunt and fucked herself openly, palm grinding her clit, soft thighs parting wider.
She came hard and messy, moaning into the open air, cunt fluttering around her fingers while juice ran down onto the chair. The man opposite came too — thick ropes of come arcing over his balcony rail and dripping toward the alley. He grinned at her, spent and shameless.
$name1 licked her fingers clean and blew him a kiss.
That evening she left her lights on and her curtains open. She bent over the kitchen counter in nothing but heels, arse toward the glass, and fucked herself with the thick purple dildo she had packed “just in case.” She knew he was watching. She felt it in the way her cunt gripped the toy, in the filthy thrill crawling up her soft spine.
He was there again. Cock in hand. Watching her chubby arse ripple as she slammed the dildo home.
She pulled it out, turned, and mouthed, “Come over. Flat 4B.”
Five minutes later his knock rattled the door. $name1 opened it naked, soft and flushed, cunt still dripping. He stepped in, kicked the door shut, and grabbed her by the hips.
“Been dying to fuck that soft body all day,” he growled.
He bent her over the sofa, spread her thick cheeks, and buried his face in her cunt from behind. $name1 yelped and shoved back, grinding her wet flesh against his tongue. He licked her clit, fucked her hole with his tongue, slapped her arse until it jiggled pink.
“Please,” she begged. “Put it in me. Fuck your balcony slut.”
He stood, lined up, and drove into her in one deep thrust. $name1 cried out. He was thicker than her fingers, thicker than the toy, and he fucked her with the urgency of a man who had been stroking to her for hours. Soft flesh slapped. Her tits swung. She reached back and held her own arse open so he could watch his cock disappear into her plump cunt.
“Harder. Make me drip on the floor.”
He did. He fucked her until her knees buckled, then flipped her onto her back on the rug, hooked her soft thighs over his arms, and pounded her while staring at every bounce and jiggle. $name1 came screaming, cunt milking him in wet spasms. He pulled out at the last second and painted her belly and tits with hot come, marking the soft body he had been craving from across the street.
She scooped some onto her fingers and sucked it clean while he watched, breathless.
“Same time tomorrow?” she asked, smearing the rest into her skin.
He laughed, kissed her filthy mouth, and said, “Leave the curtains open. I’ll be stroking before breakfast.”
$name1 walked him to the door still naked, stood in the frame long enough that anyone on the landing might see her come-streaked soft body, then shut it with a satisfied smile. Exhibitionist. Chubby. And nowhere near finished with her holiday.
Tomorrow she would ride him on the balcony itself — soft thighs straddling the rail — and let the whole street know exactly how loud a dirty girl could get.
