On the Roof Terrace

Hello everyone.

I was really pleased with the reactions to my 'Balcony Story' - the feedback and the comments! This story is a follow-up, so if you'd like, you should read the 'Balcony Story' first. I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to your comments, feedback and emails. And please bear in mind that the story hasn't been proofread and may contain minor errors.

Written with a little help from my friend DeepL????

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On the roof terrace

After last night's TV series marathon, I slept in today - it's the weekend, so there's no need to rush.

The temperature hardly dropped at all overnight; the air was oppressive and stifling. Despite having a very light summer duvet, I was sweating in my sleep and at some point in the middle of the night I took off my T-shirt and lay down on the duvet. That made it reasonably bearable.

I really should have got up by now to wash off the sweat, but on the other hand, I really couldn't be bothered. Just five more minutes, then I'll get up. To make the most of those five minutes, I slipped my hand into my knickers and said good morning to my little gem. That gentle touch is a wonderful feeling every time, which now and then tempts me to stay in bed a little longer. But not today - just a quick stroke over my lips and through the slit, then out. I opened the window to air the bedroom - actually a futile attempt, as only warm, exhaust-laden city air came in.

After a refreshing shower, I put on my running tights and a thin technical top to go for my jog after breakfast. I try to run as often as possible to get and stay fit. It's a good balance to my office work at the law firm. Even though the temperatures aren't exactly inviting, I didn't want to break my routine.

In the nearby park there's a running track that goes round an artificial lake, and there's also an outdoor fitness circuit there. If I run round the lake three times, I've covered a good eight kilometres and spent three-quarters of an hour on the equipment.

My breakfast almost always consists of fruit muesli and a glass of multivitamin juice. That was the case today as well.

Afterwards, I grabbed my bum bag for my mobile and a small bottle of water, then set off. As I stepped into the stairwell, a surprise awaited me; work was being carried out on the lift - on a Saturday, no less! Signs and wonders do still happen in this world. Nevertheless, I had to take the stairs as the work wasn't finished yet. When I asked, I was told it would take about an hour.

I popped my Earpods into my ears, found a lively playlist on the music app, and off I went. It was only a five-minute walk to the park.

After a good hour and a half, I'd finished my workout and was feeling pretty groggy. My water bottle was empty and sweat was just pouring down my body.

I walked back to the flat slowly to get my heart rate back down. A company van from the lift firm was parked outside the front door, and two workers were loading equipment into it. As I couldn't get past them, I chose to go via the back courtyard and through the cellar. For someone who isn't very good at finding their way around, this cellar is a proper maze. There are lots of corridors, junctions and doors. Fortunately, the management had put up a few signs to make it easier to find your way around. Arrows pointed the way to the bike storage room, the laundry room, the drying room, the boiler room and other areas. Over time, though, you get the layout memorised.

On my way to the stairwell, I passed near the drying room and noticed out of the corner of my eye a shadow pressed up against the wall by the entrance, peering into the room. I stopped because it struck me as rather odd. On closer inspection, I recognised the person. It was the constantly nagging pensioner from the second floor, who spies on everyone in the building. The one who finds fault with everything and is always sticking notes on doors and walls setting out rules of conduct. He wants to mould his dear neighbours in his own image.

But not with me! I crept up on this bloke and saw him slip a hand into his trousers and start rubbing himself. 'What sort of arsehole are you?' I thought to myself, now standing almost right behind him.

Busy noises were coming from the drying room; someone was hanging up their washing there. Then I caught a brief glimpse of the person from behind - it was a girl or a young woman who was busy with the washing.

Just a few more centimetres, and I was standing right behind the bloke, who, busy as he was rubbing and tugging away, hadn't even noticed I was there.

"What on earth is going on here?" I shouted almost into the bloke's ear. "Are you spying on little girls again and playing with your useless cock? What a pathetic creature you are!"

The old man flinched, tucked his head in like a beaten dog and lunged forwards, bumping his head against the doorframe. 'I hope he doesn't have a heart attack now,' I thought to myself, just as he turned round and glared at me with a face contorted with rage.

At the same time, something clattered in the drying room; it sounded as if the laundry basket had been slammed onto the floor.

The old man was still glaring at me angrily, but seemed to have regained his composure.

"Who do you think you are, you disrespectful person?" he ranted. "It's an absolute outrage to startle an old, frail man like that! I'm going to report you to the property management!"

"Go on then," I replied. "But don't forget to mention that this disrespectful person caught you stroking and rubbing your presumably pathetic cock! You should be ashamed of yourself! Perhaps I'll describe to your wife the situation in which I found you here. And now get the f*** out of here - just clear off before you get into real trouble."

Muttering to himself, the old man retreated without looking back. I watched him until he disappeared round the next corner.

The whole thing had happened so quickly that I hadn't even had a chance to speak to the person actually involved.

I walked into the drying room and looked around for the girl. She wasn't there; only the laundry basket with the washed clothes was lying on the floor. I put it on the table in the corner and was just about to head for the laundry room when I heard a soft voice behind me,

"Has he gone?"

I thought I was going to have a heart attack! There stood a young woman in front of me, looking at me with brown, almond-shaped eyes and her hands clenched into fists with sheer rage. She was a petite young woman, perhaps 160 tall, with long black hair tied back in a plait. But the most astonishing thing of all were her breasts, which stood out beneath her T-shirt. Despite her petite figure, she had a lovely, firm bust of a pleasing size.

The whole process of seeing and assessing her took place in a fraction of a second. I took a step towards the Asian-looking woman and held out my hand to her,

"Hello, I'm Jasmina Behrens, fourth floor!" What a daft introduction, I thought to myself, as she smiled at me and took my hand. The touch was like a bolt of lightning, as if the world had been turned upside down; she had struck me right to my very core.

"I know, I'm Mi Chan Weinert, top floor."

We both had to laugh at our awkward introduction.

"Thank you so much, Ms Behrens, for helping me out of that embarrassing situation. I'd already noticed that man in the stairwell - he was making me feel uncomfortable. He was staring at me so strangely."

"Just call me Jasmina - we're nearly the same age, after all. And that bloke - he's well known and hated round here. He sneaks about everywhere, watching people and getting worked up over all sorts of things! A proper arsehole!"

"Yes, that's how I see him too. I'll try to give him a wide berth. You can call me Mimi - that's my nickname."

"Mimi and Jasmina - in that case, we might as well be on first-name terms, or would that bother you?"

"No, not at all. It's nice to meet someone my own age," she winked at me, as there are probably a few years' difference between us after all. "Right, I'm going to hang up the rest of the washing and then pop out to do a bit of shopping. I've got an appointment this afternoon. And I'm sure you could do with a shower - you're completely soaked, I mean, drenched in sweat," Mimi added, blushing.

"Do I smell bad?" I asked, holding my nose to one armpit.

"No, not that," Mimi giggled. "But I can tell by your..." She nodded towards my breasts, whose nipples stood out clearly beneath the fabric. I crossed my arms over my chest and couldn't help but grin.

"Sorry, that wasn't meant as a dig - I often react like that when I'm flustered. But you're right, a shower might be just the thing right now!" I thought back to yesterday; that's when it started in the shower too. "But I can quickly help you hang them up - there's only a few items. It'll be done in no time." I reached into the basket and picked up the first item I could get my hands on. It was a thong. "Oh, that's really lovely - you've got good taste. I'm sure it'll look great on you!"

Mimi nodded, looking a little embarrassed, and hung up the last two T-shirts.

"I'd better be off. I'd love it if we could meet again. I don't really know many people here in the block who I could have a chat with. I reckon we'd get on really well."

I was quite taken aback; after all, I hadn't expected to make a new acquaintance - or perhaps more than that - here in this block of flats of all places.

"Sure, of course we'll see each other again," I replied, perhaps a little too quickly. "We could swap phone numbers, and if you fancy a chat, just give me a ring, OK? Oh, one more thing - why did you say earlier that you knew who I was and which floor I live on?"

Now it was Mimi who blushed beneath her delicate complexion. She lowered her eyes sheepishly, "Because I can look straight onto your balcony from my roof terrace, just like yesterday afternoon."

Oh no, how embarrassing - Mimi had been watching me masturbate. She'd seen me getting off. On the other hand, she obviously didn't mind - otherwise she wouldn't want to see me again. Or perhaps that's exactly why. My thoughts wandered.

"I hope you weren't too shocked by what you saw; I was just in the mood and it did me good."

"No, I wasn't shocked at all - quite the opposite, actually. It was, well, it was very stimulating. Right, it's about time I went. I hope the lift's working again now, because I really don't fancy walking up the stairs."

I had to let that sink in for a moment. Mimi had admitted to watching me and she'd liked what she'd seen. Oh, oh, we'll have to have a proper chat about that.

"Right, let's go then!"

Mimi grabbed her basket and followed me to the lift. It was working; the 'Out of Order' sign had been taken down, and after pressing the call button, we heard the familiar squeak of the old gears and steel cables. In the lift, we stood side by side in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. I stole a glance at Mimi and admired her symmetrical face, her smooth skin and her black hair. She was considerably shorter than me and really did look more like a young girl, were it not for those wonderful breasts. Even more exciting in profile than from the front. Mimi was the sort of young woman a woman like me would love to have in bed. These thoughts made me feel all warm inside - and not just around my heart. Just the thought of taking Mimi in my arms aroused me deeply. It was clearly visible beneath my shirt, too.

The lift came to a jerky halt on the fourth floor; it seemed the repair work hadn't quite gone to plan.

When the door finally opened, we both tried to step out of the lift at the same time and bumped into each other. 'Our first physical contact,' it flashed through my mind, 'how lovely!' Only the bulky laundry basket prevented us from really touching each other. And yet I still felt quite warm inside.

We stood there for a brief moment, then I laughed and let Mimi go first as we stepped out of the lift.

"I've got to get a move on now," Mimi apologised. "I hope we can meet up again soon - I'd really love that."

"Definitely. I'll be at home all day. If you've got the time and feel like it, just pop round. I'm going to lie back in the sun and do a bit of reading."

Mimi said goodbye with a grin, "But don't overdo it!"

She turned round and walked quickly towards the stairs leading to the top floor. The lift only went up to the fourth floor.

Once I was back in my flat, I took off my sweat-soaked clothes, went into the bathroom and had a refreshing shower. Afterwards, I wrapped myself in a bath towel and lay down on the sofa for a few more minutes. On the balcony, I'd just have ended up sweating again in the midday heat anyway.

I thought back over my unusual encounter with Mi Chan, aka Mimi. The moment she came out of the laundry room, something just clicked for me. I'd fallen for her straight away. Her eyes - the brown in them and their almond shape - fascinated me instantly. The tenderness she radiates and her absolutely stunning figure. How could anyone not love a woman like that?

I was surprised at myself, as I'm usually rather reserved when meeting new people and don't immediately rush at them, figuratively speaking. But with Mimi it's completely different; I've been head over heels for her right from the start.

That flame was just about to consume me. I could picture her standing in front of me, me taking her tenderly into my arms and kissing her passionately. How she winks at me and takes off her jeans, pulls her T-shirt over her head and reveals her super-cute breasts to me! What an intoxicating sight!

But unfortunately, only in my mind's eye!

Amidst all this daydreaming, my hand had slipped under the towel and was rubbing my aroused crotch. My slit had opened up, granting me access to my wet, pleasurable spot.

Before long, I was back in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror and telling myself that things couldn't go on like this. I was completely beside myself. Because of her, because of Mimi!

To take my mind off things, I did what I don't really like doing, but what still had to be done! I started cleaning the flat.

Once I'd decided the flat was reasonably clean and presentable, I called a halt to the distraction and went for a stroll through the neighbourhood, the area where I live. I actually quite enjoy doing that - I know my way around here, I know a few people; we say hello, have a quick natter, maybe have a beer, and then go our separate ways.

After a good two hours, I headed back towards my flat. Just before I reached it, I heard a bicycle bell ringing behind me and someone calling my name.

"Jasmina, hello, wait a moment, Jasmina," called an excited voice.

I turned round and was struck by lightning. Completely out of breath, Mimi got off her bike and beamed at me.

"Hi, are you out for a walk? What a lovely coincidence to bump into you! Thank goodness my appointment didn't take as long as I'd feared, so my weekend's just beginning. Would you fancy popping round to my place later? We could have a chat, have a drink or something? Say yes - I'd love that!"

I could hardly believe what she'd just asked me. I'd been dreaming about it just this lunchtime, and now it was about to become a reality! I must have looked rather taken aback. Mimi looked at me for a moment and pressed the point,

"What do you think - do you have time, or am I being too spontaneous?"

"No, no, not at all! Of course I'd love to," I blushed. "I mean, I'd be happy to come," the blush must have got worse. "Shall I bring anything? Something to drink, a bit of a snack or something?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, there's nothing fizzy left in the fridge. How about," Mimi glanced at her smartwatch, "7.00 pm? It'll still be light then and we can sit out on the roof terrace and make ourselves comfortable."

"That sounds good," I'd regained my composure. "Then I'll still have time to touch up my make-up," I replied.

"Right, I'll cycle over ahead of you then. See you in a bit - I'm looking forward to it!"

"I'm looking forward to it too - see you then!"

And I was so happy - I couldn't quite believe how everything was falling into place.

I'd laid out a few items of clothing on the bed and was thinking about what I should wear to look attractive and sexy for Mimi. I opted for a pair of thin pull-on trousers and a summery, white blouse with short sleeves. I didn't need or want a bra - it doesn't look great under the blouse anyway. Inspired by the lingerie I'd seen Mimi wearing that morning in the drying room, I chose a dark thong that might just be visible through the thin fabric of the trousers.

Right, so far so good! Now back to the bathroom to freshen up, especially in the areas where it might matter. I didn't need to shave - everything was smooth where it needed to be. I left my hair down, applied some subtle make-up, and then I was happy. Finally, I sprayed on something sensual - Black Opium Extreme by Yves Saint Laurent - and a new adventure could begin.

It was exactly 7.00 pm when I knocked on her door. I thought knocking felt somehow more intimate, or had a conspiratorial air about it, than a shrill doorbell. As if Mimi had been waiting just for that secret signal, the door opened a crack and Mimi peered out from behind it. With a joyful smile, she pulled the door wide open, beckoned me into her realm and locked the door behind us.

Then we stood facing each other for a brief moment and simply looked at one another. And what I saw was enchanting: Mimi had her hair down, so that it framed her striking face and emphasised her exotic looks. Mimi was wearing a grey, sleeveless top with light-coloured tights. Both showed off her girlish figure to wonderful effect. My throat went dry.

It was just a very brief moment, but it intensified my feelings!

"Hello and welcome to my humble abode," she greeted me warmly. "I think it's brilliant to have met such a lovely neighbour or friend after such a short time." Mimi's cheeks had flushed slightly. Perhaps the bit about being a friend had just slipped out.

"Thank you for the kind invitation," I replied, feeling a little embarrassed. "And yes, I'm also delighted to have made your acquaintance. Very much so, in fact!"

What on earth was that stiff rambling? We exchanged somewhat uncertain glances.

"That didn't go down too well," laughed Mimi. "It was like an invitation and a thank-you for five o'clock tea - so stiff and formal. We can do better than that, can't we?"

She gave me a quick hug. "Hello, Jasmina, it's great to have you here - you've barely stepped inside and you already feel at home!"

"Thank you for the invitation - and I do actually feel as if I'm already at home!"

"Well then, come on - shall we head straight out onto the terrace, or would you like to have a look around first?"

"I can see some large photos on the wall over there - may I have a look at them?"

"Of course - that's what they're there for, to be looked at."

We went into the living room and I stood in front of the photographs, all large-format and in black and white. They took up almost the entire front wall of the room and were illuminated by small LED spotlights. They were stunning, artistic photographs covering a variety of subjects. There were industrial shots, landscape shots, photographs of buildings with different architectural styles, photos of people - both old and young - in various situations, portraits of men and women, and there were a few nude photographs, also of men and women.

All of them were beautiful photographs. I gazed at them in admiration, one after the other. Meanwhile, Mimi had placed glasses and two bottles in the wine cooler on the round living-room table.

I simply couldn't tear myself away from the photographs, especially the nudes. The interplay of light and shadow was striking; in some cases, the subjects' genital areas were swallowed up by shadow or were only vaguely discernible. Other parts of the bodies were well lit by spotlights or the sun and caught the viewer's eye.

I finally turned to Mimi, who had been quietly watching me the whole time. "I'm absolutely blown away by these fantastic, really brilliant photos," I said, full of admiration. "Where did you get them all from? There are so many! They must cost a fortune - do you collect photos?"

Mimi laughed. "No, I get them straight from the photographer - completely free of charge!"

"What? That's impossible - these photos must be worth something," I replied, astonished. "Or is the photographer trying to woo you and charm you? Does she at least look good?"

"You tell me," came the quick reply. "Because all these photos are actually mine!"

"You're pulling my leg, aren't you?" I looked around, searching. "But I don't see any cameras, no tripods, no kit. Come on now, don't take the mickey out of me!"

"I'm not pulling your leg, I really aren't - all the photos are mine. I frame them myself, too. But I won't sell them - not a single one. At most, I'll give them away, but only to very special people!"

"I'm thrilled," I blurted out. "But how - no, where do you do all that? Don't you need a lab, a darkroom? And what about a studio? You must need equipment and all that sort of thing, surely."

Mimi looked at me with a touch of amusement, but also affectionately.

"Right, let's head out onto the terrace first, have a little drink, and then I'll tell you how it all fits together. Wine or Prosecco?" Mimi pointed to the bottles.

"Er, Prosecco would be nice right now."

"Right, but I've only got wine glasses - do you mind using those?"

"Nah, not at all - it's what's inside that counts!"

"You can go out ahead of me; I'll just put the wine away and get us something to nibble on."

I grabbed the wine cooler with the bottle of Prosecco and the glasses and headed out onto the roof terrace.

It was really big - I'd had no idea there was one in this building at all. And it was cosy, too. There were two chairs with padded seats around a round table, and against the wall there was a lounging area cobbled together from Euro pallets. Thanks to a mattress, lots of cushions and a blanket, it looked really inviting.

Standing by the railing, I marvelled at the magnificent view of the neighbourhood and, in places, beyond. We were only one floor above my flat, but the view was much better. 'I'd quite like this myself,' I was just thinking, when Mimi came out with a bowl full of crisps and a mug of pretzel sticks. "Do you like the view? It's brilliant, isn't it? I'm really happy I managed to get this flat. It only came about a good six months ago, though."

"It's just brilliant here," I agreed. "I didn't even know this flat existed. I always thought the stairs led up to the loft, where perhaps the caretaker or the chimney sweep might go up. I'd never heard anything about it."

"You couldn't have, because the flat was still empty until nine months ago and it was boarded up. But now, look around - it's my little haven!"

"Yes, but how did you manage to get it?"

"Well, I have to admit I had a bit of help. My father works for a large estate agency, and they own this building. By chance, my father found out that this flat even existed, and when I told my parents I wanted to move back here, he made sure the flat was renovated, modernised and let to me. So, that was the quick rundown. There were actually a few hurdles, but we managed to get round them. I haven't been here at all for the past six months - I've been doing an internship with a renowned photographer."

"You've been really lucky, then, and of course you've got a father who was able to give that luck a bit of a helping hand."

"Yes, I have to admit. But let's have a sip first, before the nectar gets warm."

Mimi deftly opened the bottle and filled our glasses. She raised her glass and clinked it against mine: "Here's to getting to know each other, perhaps to a long friendship and a lovely evening!"

"Well said," I said, clinking my glass against hers. "Here's to a long and close friendship!"

As we drank, Mimi looked at me over the rim of her glass and smiled. I wondered what thoughts might be whirling round in her pretty little head.

Mimi stood up, reached for the bottle and poured us another round.

"I'd better put the bottle in the fridge before it gets too warm out here - warm Prosecco doesn't taste right."

I watched her go, admiring her firm bottom, which was outlined so beautifully beneath the tight-fitting fabric. I love tights! My admiration grew even more when Mimi came back and I managed to steal a glance at her from the front. The thin fabric had settled over her lap in such a way that you could clearly make out the pretty half-moons and the cleft between them. My gaze must have lingered a little too long on that tempting spot, because when I looked up again, Mimi was grinning at me. My cheeks were flushed like a little girl who'd been caught sneaking a sweet.

Mimi sat down again, but moved a little further away from the table so she could stretch her legs out better. I had to force myself not to stare at her crotch again.

"Right," I began, clearing my throat. "I'm a bit of a curious sort. So, though I'm sure you've been asked this loads of times before, you've got Asian roots but a German surname and a first name I can't quite place. I'm assuming your mother isn't German. How did that come about? I'm sorry if I'm being too nosy, I just want to find out more about you."

"You're right," Mimi sat up straight and looked at me. "I've been asked these or similar questions quite often. First of all, I always make it clear that I'm German, born and brought up here. But as for my family background: my mum is from South Korea; she came to Germany 20 years ago to study and stayed here for love. My dad, as you can tell from his name, is German. My mum studied computer science and currently works in software development. My dad studied business administration and, as you already know, holds a senior position in the property sector. They met in the classic way - at university. So, that's my family background. That's all you need to know!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry," I replied, taken aback, and felt a bit guilty for being so naively curious. "But thank you for answering so openly."

"It's all right, don't worry about it now - I'm the one who decides who I tell things to and who I don't! For me, it always comes down to who's asking and how I feel about that person," explained Mimi. "And I've got a good feeling about you," she added quietly, looking a little bashful.

I looked at her with sparkling eyes and would have loved to give her a hug, but all I could manage was a "Thanks!"

"Right, that's sorted," said Mimi, standing up. "Come over here, I'd like to show you something." She walked to the right-hand side of the roof terrace and leaned slightly over the parapet. "Look down here - what can you see?"

I stood right next to Mimi and looked down over the parapet. My face flushed bright red when I realised that, from where we were standing, you could see straight onto my balcony. I took a step back and turned to face Mimi. "You were watching me yesterday," I stammered. "Goodness me, I'm so embarrassed!" I would have loved to have sunk into the ground with shame. "What must you think of me now? You might well think I'm a slut who masturbates in public."

"Certainly not!" Mimi reassured me with a laugh. "On the contrary, I think you're a sensual, body-conscious and extremely attractive woman who knows exactly what she wants!" "Now, please don't exaggerate," I said, looking at her sheepishly, whilst feeling a lustful longing for her body. It literally warmed my heart.

Mimi grinned and pointed to the lounger made of Euro pallets. "When I feel like it, I make myself comfortable there and enjoy the seclusion this spot offers. You're well protected from prying eyes here." With a graceful movement, Mimi turned towards the table and pointed to the bottle. "Another little glass before it starts to boil!"

"Gladly - it'd be a shame to waste it! But I can already feel the effects of the first glass; that could be dangerous."

"I love danger and the challenge it brings! But if it puts your mind at ease, I'm feeling it too - I mean the Prosecco. Why don't you have some crisps or pretzel sticks? Maybe that'll help. It's also extremely warm today; the sun's been shining on it almost all day. Would you perhaps prefer some water?"

"Maybe later - at the moment I'm still feeling fine with the Prosecco. It tastes good and puts me at ease," I giggled a bit childishly. "I've got one more question, though, then I'll stop pestering you. The photographs on the wall - you were going to explain something about them to me."

"It's actually a quick story," Mimi began. "Well, I'm studying photography and film at a state-recognised private university and recently completed my BA, my Bachelor of Arts. Now I'd like to do my Master's - that would be a Master of Fine Art, or MFA. I've already completed one semester and will probably need three more. With that qualification, I could go on to teach later on."

"Great, you're a proper artist," I said, looking at Mimi admiringly. "That explains the amazing photos, of course. I've got real respect for that - it's high art with loads of creativity! Anyone - man or woman - would be grateful to be allowed to pose naked in front of your lens. Crazy!"

"That's enough now, you're making me feel self-conscious, and they're not always naked either," Mimi waved her hand dismissively. "I just enjoy taking photos, and with my degree, I might be able to turn my hobby into a career."

"Well, I'd be up for it," I laughed. "I'd love to have you take nude photos of me. Really steamy ones!" Oh God, did I really say that, I thought, reaching for my glass. I downed it in one go. How embarrassing - what on earth must Mimi think of me?

Mimi didn't say a word; she just got up and left the roof terrace. "Bloody hell," I thought, "you've really messed this up now! You should have apologised and then said goodbye." Just as I was about to get up, Mimi came back. In her hands she was holding an expensive-looking camera and a small laptop.

She looked at me seriously, sized me up from head to toe and said just one word:

'Get undressed!'

I stood there like a drowned rat and couldn't get a word out. She can't be serious, can she?

"Strip!" Mimi repeated the command. "You want to pose naked in front of the camera, so don't be so coy," she added with a grin, pointing at my trousers.

Right, if you've started, you might as well go all the way. I undid the tie at the waist of my knickers and unbuttoned them. They slid down over my hips and onto the floor. I was still wearing the black thong and my blouse. I slowly began to unbutton it, but just as the tops of my breasts came into view, Mimi stopped me.

"Stop, stay like that! Stand in profile and push your blouse slightly to one side."

As I turned to the side, I saw Mimi raise the camera and point it at me. Right, no need to be shy now - nobody's watching us anyway. Just as Mimi wanted, I got into position, pushed my blouse slightly to one side and bared my breasts.

Mimi pressed the shutter button and I kept changing my pose, but only slightly each time. Mimi let me get on with it. Eventually, I was standing in front of her with my blouse off, wearing nothing but a thong.

She lowered the camera, came towards me and stopped right in front of me. Without saying a word, she leaned forward, kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples. My nipples reacted immediately; they stiffened and stood to attention.

"Very good," said Mimi. "That looks better. Turn slightly into profile again and look over your shoulder at the camera. Yes, just like that, very good!"

Once more she pressed the shutter button, which fired off a rapid succession of shots.

When Mimi lowered the camera again, I saw that her nipples had also become harder and stood out quite clearly beneath her top.

"You've got such a lovely bum; I simply must capture it. Why don't you go over to the railing, lean on it and stick your bum out towards me."

I did as she said.

"That's it, now spread your legs slightly and arch your back. You'll be amazed at what lovely photos these will turn out to be."

I hoped they'd turned out really well; I'd really got a taste for it and wanted more."

"Now another set sitting down," Mimi pointed to my chair. I sat down and crossed my legs. "No, not like that - stretch your legs out a bit and spread them wider; you know the position! Now slide your right hand into your thong and place it clearly on your pussy!"

By now I'd got so turned on that she didn't have to tell me twice. I slid my hand into my thong, found the right spot straight away and started stroking myself. With my eyes closed, I sat there, running my fingers over my wet slit and through it. I'd pulled my thong down further, removing the annoying fabric. My labia were swollen and glistening in the evening sun. Whilst I attended to my pussy with one hand, I placed the other on my breasts, squeezing them firmly and twisting my hard nipples.

In that state, I'd blocked out everything around me; it was all about me and my desire.

I pushed my thong down even further, kicked it off and was able to spread my thighs, causing my vagina to open wider. Just as I was about to dip a finger into my wetness, my hand was grabbed and placed to one side on my thigh.

Despite this unexpected interruption, I kept my eyes closed, leaned back and caressed my breasts. The soft sound of the camera's shutter reached my ears once more.

The evening sun's rays fell upon me soothingly; a light breeze brushed against my bare skin - it was a dreamlike moment. The breeze picked up slightly and a draught brushed against my parted lips. Startled, I opened my eyes and looked straight into Mimi's brown eyes. She was kneeling between my legs, breathing gently onto the invitingly open slit. Smiling, her mouth drew closer to my wet vagina; with the tip of her tongue, Mimi caressed my labia - what an intoxicating sensation. She barely touched my swollen half-moons; only the tip of her tongue sought out my sensitive pearl at the top, which was straining towards her. Tenderly circled and lovingly kissed, my clitoris emerged from beneath its protective hood and presented itself to Mimi in full bloom! Satisfied, I closed my eyes again.

Moaning, I savoured this wonderful, gentle treatment; I felt the liberating wave building up inside my body, preparing to carry me to climax. And then... it all came to a halt - no climax, no touching! The wave turned into a calm sea.

Disappointed, I opened my eyes; Mimi was standing in front of me, looking at me with delight, her face beaming and bearing a few damp traces.

"I've never had such a crazy photo shoot before - it really was something quite special," she burst out laughing. "And who knows, maybe it's not over yet! You looked absolutely stunning in your passion!"

"Oh, oh, don't tell me you were taking photos of me the whole time," I asked, feigning indignation. "You filmed everything - I mean, absolutely everything?"

Mimi pointed to her camera, which was now lying on the table,

"Well, almost everything - towards the end I couldn't keep the camera steady any longer," she smiled. "I wanted to get much closer to your sweet little pussy, too."

"I noticed that - it suddenly got so unusually draughty between my legs."

We both had to laugh!

Only now did I notice that Mimi's top had slipped and her tights were sitting a bit lower. She followed my gaze and blushed bashfully.

"Your naturalness just swept me off my feet," Mimi admitted. "I couldn't help but..."

Mimi turned towards the table and pointed at the camera. "By the way, I switched it to film mode and left it running - I'm curious to see what it's captured."

I stared at her with my mouth agape. "This is getting better and better," I gasped. "A proper porn film with us as the leading ladies. I hope no one else gets to see it!"

"No, no, don't worry, the photos and the video are all saved here on the laptop, and the memory card will go in my 'poison cupboard' later," Mimi reassured me.

"We'll have to have a proper chat about that poison cabinet sometime, but not now - I'm thirsty!"

"Right, got it. I'll fetch the bottle. You can make yourself comfortable over there in the meantime," she said, pointing to the lounger. "But don't you dare get dressed again! I'll be back in a moment."

Naked as I was, I sat down on the unexpectedly soft structure and reflected on the rapid turn of events that day. We'd known each other for less than 12 hours, yet we were already intimate, as if we'd known each other for months. I shook my head in disbelief. And then suddenly Mimi was standing next to the lounger, looking down at me. She was wearing nothing but the bottle of Prosecco in her hand. For the first time, I saw this girlish figure in her nakedness. My gaze wandered from bottom to top, over her shapely legs to her lap with its pretty, slightly swollen labia and the narrow strip of black hair. Her mons pubis merged into a flat stomach, in the centre of which a navel piercing caught my eye. It was a top-down piercing, presumably made of white gold, which adorned her navel beautifully. My eyes sought out her breasts, those small, firm mounds crowned by delicate, erect nipples. I felt the urge to stand up and caress those beautiful breasts with my mouth.

The moment I caught sight of Mimi's radiant face and saw that open yet exotic smile, I was completely smitten. I'd fallen head over heels in love. In love with a woman who had enchanted me simply by her appearance. It had to be a dream!

"Don't dream, you beautiful woman," her voice roused me. "Here, hold the bottle for a moment whilst I fetch the glasses."

Mimi went over to the table, fiddled with her camera for a moment and came back with the glasses. We sat facing each other cross-legged and clinked glasses in high spirits. We placed the glasses and the bottle next to the sun lounger.

"It's all happening so fast," I blurted out. "We've barely met and here we are sitting opposite each other naked, as if it were the most normal thing in the world!"

"For me it is, perfectly normal," Mimi replied softly. "I'm into beautiful, tough women who know what they want. And you can't hide your attraction to your own sex either. The way you looked at me, the way you examined me, it became clear to me straight away. Your gaze simply lingered too long on my breasts and between my legs. Or am I wrong?"

I looked into Mimi's sparkling eyes with a smile and nodded, "I plead guilty, Your Honour, and accept any erotic punishment!"

"Oh, oh, I'll have to consult with myself first to see what's appropriate in this case," Mimi giggled. "How about a kiss? Or would you object to that?"

I furrowed my brow and finally replied, "That really is a very harsh punishment, but I'll abide by the court's ruling!"

We both burst out laughing and fell into each other's arms. It was a thrilling moment to touch her body, to feel her breasts against mine, to absorb her warmth. I never wanted to let Mimi go. After what felt like several minutes of intimacy, we pulled apart again and looked into each other's eyes with a knowing glance. We were both aware that this wasn't going to be a one-off!

I leaned forward slightly and moved towards her mouth. "Now I'd like to serve my punishment and give you the kiss you demanded."

I was disappointed when Mimi turned her head away and refused to kiss me. But when I saw her cheeky grin, I knew she was just playing with me and teasing me.

"It's not that simple," she said in a harsh tone. "I decide where the offender delivers the punishment kiss."

Mimi lay on her back, slipped a pillow under her hips and pointed unmistakably at her lap. She lay back, giggling. I looked at her, puzzled, and waited to see if there was more to come.

"You may begin!"

So I knelt between Mimi's legs, propped her feet up and spread her thighs. It was marvellous how her entrance opened slightly as I did so. As aroused as I was, I could have pounced on her straight away, but I wanted to make her squirm a little longer, so I began to caress her thighs with both hands. First the outer sides, then the more sensitive inner sides, very tenderly, very gently. I slowly made my way towards her centre, and with every centimetre, Mimi grew more restless. Her bottom moved back and forth; her pelvis seemed to come towards me as if it wanted to capture my mouth.

I took in her intoxicating scent, her aroused femininity!

My kiss was full of passion and placed right at the entrance to her heavenly realm. I pressed myself against her and let my tongue plunge as deep as possible into her cleft. I caressed her with the tip and took in her wetness. It was pure nectar of love!

My hands slid under her bottom, kneading her cheeks, her firm flesh.

Mimi had placed her hands on my head and pressed me tightly against her lap. I could barely breathe. My tongue left her slit and found its way to the top, to her little love pearl. I teased her clitoris, sucked on it and gave her countless soft kisses. Between my lips, she stiffened and became rigid. What a wonderful feeling it was to bring Mimi to orgasm in such a loving way.

Her moans were music to my ears and, at the same time, spurred me on to continue pleasuring her with my mouth and hands.

I moved away from my position to lie down beside Mimi, taking her in my arms so as never to let her go again. Mimi turned towards me and I saw the sparkle in her narrow eyes, glowing with lust. She pressed herself close against me and placed a hand on my breast. At her touch, my nipples reacted and perked up playfully, hardening into buds between her fingers.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. The dance of our tongues began; like two dancers, they circled each other, met and parted again. Just as our tongues united in their lovemaking, so we transferred the heat from our laps. We pressed them together, rubbed against each other greedily and felt the rising heat of our desire.

Mimi slid her hand between our thighs and moved away from me slightly to get better access to my throbbing centre, so she could penetrate me more easily. My wetness made it easy for her to slip through the open entrance and penetrate me with two fingers. With steady movements, her fingers slid in and out of me. Accompanied by squelching sounds, I was treated to a marvellous fuck!

I stroked Mimi's back, my fingers tracing her spine from her neck down to her bottom, constantly searching for a spot I hadn't touched yet. Her firm bottom was a great temptation, her cheeks a seduction. I massaged them, I kneaded them and I pulled them apart to glide through the valley. Mimi moaned loudly as my fingers brushed over her arsehole and lingered there briefly. Her moans were music to my ears and also an invitation to heighten her pleasure.

Slowly but steadily, I increased the pressure on this hidden entrance and felt it open hesitantly beneath my finger. As the fingertip cautiously slipped inside, this was accompanied by another, almost jubilant moan. The sphincter gave way and my finger slid a little further into that forbidden realm. After all, following my date with myself on my balcony yesterday, I knew exactly how it felt to be stimulated there.

Whilst I was pleasuring Mimi from behind, she had, with the help of a second finger, lifted me to seventh heaven so intensely and lovingly that I could feel IT - feel myself being swept away by a massive orgasm.

We were enveloped in an intoxicating scent, the sort that could only be created by lovers, which intoxicated us and brought us fulfilment.

Cuddled up close together, we reached our climax together, kissing so passionately that I could hardly breathe. We stayed locked in each other's embrace for a long time, only parting after what felt like an eternity, beaming at each other as only lovers can!

"That was the most wonderful thing I've experienced in a long time," Mimi whispered in my ear, tenderly caressing my body. "You're wonderful!"

As a thank you for that compliment, she got a big kiss - I was happy!

"Let's have a sip to celebrate," I suggested, reaching for the bottle. "We won't really need glasses - there isn't much left in it anyway, and we'll just drink what's left straight from the bottle."

Mimi took the bottle from my hand, had a drink and held it out to me again. "The rest is for you - there really isn't much left in it."

I took the bottle and saw that there was just enough to cover the bottom - perhaps a good swig.

"Well, if that's the case, then I'd really like to drink from a very special chalice." I looked at Mimi, who had lain back down again, and began to grin. "Stay lying there and spread your legs," I told Mimi. At first incredulous, but then smiling, Mimi leaned back and parted her thighs.

There it was, my chalice, the Holy Grail of love, ready for me to drink from it, to sip it. I knelt between her legs and leaned forward slightly. "Don't move - it's going to get even wetter now," I giggled.

Slowly, I tilted the bottle over Mimi's mons pubis and watched as the rest of the Prosecco ran through her short black hair and over her vagina. I quickly positioned my mouth and began to lap up the tingling liquid. The purest nectar, a cocktail of Prosecco and Mimi's wetness. I licked every single drop from her thighs, from her mound, and kissed her slit, which opened up to me once more. My tongue took in everything it could reach. Mimi thanked me with a sigh.

I ran the neck of the now-empty bottle over her lap, through her hair and slowly over her labia, circling her opening. Mimi spread her thighs even wider and pushed her pelvis forwards. Her slit was wet and inviting; I carefully parted her labia with the bottle so that the neck could slide a little way inside her. Once again, Mimi moved her pelvis invitingly, thrusting herself onto the bottle. What a sensual sight! I moved the bottle very gently, moistening her from all sides and letting it slide bit by bit into Mimi's vagina. Not too far, just far enough that I could give her maximum pleasure through my movements.

With her eyes closed, Mimi surrendered to her feelings, caressing her small breasts and pinching her stiff nipples.

At the sight before me, my free hand found its way between my legs and two fingers found their way into my wet depths. As I moved the bottle, my fingers thrust into me and drove me on.

Mimi's breathing grew shallower and shallower, more of a panting than a breath; loud moans drowned out all other sounds.

With a sharp cry, Mimi reached another climax, a powerful orgasm. She convulsed; her whole body seemed to tremble until the orgasm finally released her.

Slowly, I pulled the sticky neck of the bottle out of Mimi's lap and took it into my mouth. I wanted to taste her, to take in her arousal, her lust. As I licked the bottle clean, I brought myself to the climax I'd been striving for, the one I wanted to share with Mimi.

With a contented look, Mimi watched me, smiled at me lovingly and pulled me down to her. I carelessly set the bottle aside next to the lounger and snuggled up against her heated body. Mimi pulled a blanket from under the pillows and spread it over us. We were exhausted and tired; it didn't take long before we fell asleep.

At some point I must have knocked the bottle over; it fell with a clatter and rolled across the floor. A faint beep sounded from the direction of the table, then there was silence!