When I moved back to Florida, I knew the house I’m having built wouldn’t be ready until after the first of the year, and only if everything stayed on schedule with the contractors. I spent the month of September at Paradise Lakes, the nudist resort that I’m a member of. It was fun, and I had a great time reacquainting myself with old friends and the naturist lifestyle. Being there also confirmed that I needed a larger and more suitable long-term accommodations.
I spent the month searching for a place and found a small condominium in Tampa that was available on a month-to-month rental without having to sign a lease. This was perfect since I didn’t know when I would be able to move into my house. It is a beautiful place, on the sixth floor with a balcony overlooking Tampa Bay. Most of the residents in the building are quiet, middle-aged professional people.
My next-door neighbors are an older couple. They’re retired snowbirds. They spend most of the year at their home in Chicago and stay in Tampa for to escape the harsh cold winters. Tony was an architect, and his wife, Allison, was a high school math teacher. They arrived about a week ago and plan on being here until April. I explained that I was only living here on a temporary basis and hoped to be out after the holidays when my new house was complete. They seemed to be genuinely happy for me.
Saturday morning I was awake early. I sleep nude, so I start every morning putting on a terrycloth robe and making a fresh pot of coffee. The sky was an exceptional blue and orange. I decided to pour my first cup of coffee and sit on my balcony to enjoy the sunrise and fresh air. Before I finished my coffee, the neighbor’s balcony door opened and a young man stepped out. He never looked my way and didn’t notice I was sitting in my robe just thirty feet away on the next balcony.
The stranger sat on a lounge chair facing Tampa Bay. I quietly sipped my coffee, ignoring him. It was an unusually quiet morning, only hearing a fire truck siren that faded in the distance. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement. When I looked up, I was stunned at what I saw. The young stranger had his cock in his right hand, stroking what appeared to be one of the thickest erections I had ever laid my eyes on. I had an instant reaction, becoming humid between my legs.
I set the coffee mug on the small table next to me, slumped down in my chair, and opened my robe. The morning chill in the air caused my nipples to stiffen. I gave them a little twist and then let my hand wander between my thighs. Instinctively, my legs opened wide, and my fingers started to explore the drizzle of excitement. As soon as I touched myself, my nub became erect.
My position was perfect to watch this young stallion work himself into a frenzy. I could hear his moan of pleasure as he slowly enjoyed whatever fantasy was in his head. My fantasy was building. The vision of me riding his cock, lifting up and slowly lowering onto him, was clear in my mind. I matched his motion by stroking my clit. My orgasm was strong, and I couldn’t help myself, letting out a shriek that startled the stud next to me.
He jumped, first frightened, then embarrassed. I composed myself, trying to let him know that it was okay; I was enjoying the show he was putting on. His erection didn’t disappear, and his hand was still rubbing his cock. My legs were like rubber, but I was able to stand and move to the rail closest to him. I made sure my robe was open so he could get a full view of my body. There was a woman walking a dog below us. She didn’t notice us. I pinched both nipples for him and told him to continue.
It only took a half dozen more strokes when that beautiful tool erupted like a volcano spewing lava everywhere. The loud groan he let out caused the woman with the dog to look in our direction, but I don’t think she saw us. He was out of breath and lying there, spent. I watched him. He reached for a towel that was draped on a chair next to him. As he was cleaning his burst, I asked him who he was.
He told me his name was Jake, and that this was his grandparent’s condo. He said he attends the University of Illinois and he traveled to be with them for Thanksgiving weekend. I was surprised they hadn't mentioned someone was staying with them. I know they both sleep late, so apparently he took the opportunity to come out here for some alone time.
I let him know that the next time he needs some privacy, he is welcome to come to my place. I also let him know I have some experience making a young man feel welcome in Florida. The shock on his face was priceless. I could see his cock start to stand at attention. I went inside and waited for the knock on my door. It never came. It’s too bad. I would have enjoyed a morning with him.
