Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Showing off to Marrakesh: an exhibitionist wank exhibitionism, wank, jerk, cum, solo, male This is a sequal of some sorts to my story "Her knickers and me", also to be found on this site. It takes place about three years later, but is with the same girl. This is also 100% true, with some personal details changed to protect her identity. I have posted this before in a different form on a different site. The girl in question, we're calling her S, was 30 at the time, as was I. She's about 5'10, gorgeous blond hair, 34DD breasts, lovely wide hips (size 12 knickers) , and legs that seemed to go on forever. I'd been crazy for her for years, she wasn't interested, but we were still good friends. We'd were travelling through Morocco for a week or two, and had shared rooms all the way through (twin beds!). We respected each other's privacy, changing in the bathroom etc. Even after all these years I'd still never seen her even partially dressed, let alone naked. This trip I'd had one or two opportunities to have a bit of fun with her knickers, when she'd washed them and they were drying in the bathroom. On one memorable occasion we were in a hurry in the morning, and she couldn't find a top she wanted. This gave me the extremely pleasurable experience of watching her run around in her lacy bra. I can tell you, it was about equally hard to not gawk at her amazing breasts, and not to get a too obvious hardon. Anyway, this, along with the fact that I normally wank at least once a day, left me pretty frustrated! I'd had one or two quick wanks in the shower to get the pressure off, but it wasn't satisfying. After about two weeks of this, we were staying in a hotel at the edge of Marrakesh city centre. She'd gone out into town for the afternoon with some people we'd met earlier, but I was staying at the hotel. As I watched her amazing arse when she walked out the room, I decided to have some proper me time, as she wouldn't be back for some hours. I stripped stark naked immediately, and had a quick shower. Our room was on the fifth floor of the hotel, at the side, overlooking a quiet street with low rise buildings opposite. We'd had the aircon on full blasts, so I was actually getting a bit cold being naked. Outside however, the temperature was nudging 40. I opened the door to our balcony at let the hot wind blow over me. My cock, at half mast before, liked what it felt and got pretty hard pretty quickly. My balls felt full and I was anxious to have a good wank. I peeled back my foreskin and had a few tugs. God that felt good! Our balcony was a bit recessed, and couldn't' be overlooked by other ones, so I decided I could take some more risk. I got out onto it and sat down on one of the chairs. The metal felt hot on my arse and back. In no time I was sitting with my legs spread wide open and leisurely wanking off. I felt on top of the world, sitting there in the heat. Unfortunately I couldn't play with any of S's knickers, as it would have been too obvious I'd gone through her bag. Just my fantasies it was then. I was thinking about those wonderful breasts of her, and quickened my pace. In only a minute or two I was about ready to blow. I stopped, I wanted to have a bit more fun. My cock was throbbing and twitching, I felt the hot wind blow over my balls, and listened to the traffic and people on the street below. I stood up, and peeked down at the street below. People weren't paying any attention to the top floors. I had an idea. I stood up right close to the railings. Being 6'4, my cock could just about rest on the top of them. I felt amazingly exposed. Anyone that happened to look up could now spot me. I started wanking again, alternating fast and slow, and sometimes pausing, to make this wonderful experience last. It couldn't have been more than 5 minutes before my cock was begging me to let it cum. In an ideal world, I'd be cumming on S's stuff (no, that a lie, ideally I'd be cumming inside her, but I digress....), but since that wasn't an option I had a different idea. I wanked slowly, edging myself a few more times. Then I went for it. I stood as close as I could to the railings, my painfully hard cock sticking out. Once more, twice more, I tugged on my cock and there it was. My mind went blank as I had a long overdue, mindblowing orgasm. I watched as spurt after spurt of particularly thick cum flew over the edge of the railing and into the air, on their way to the street below. Six, seven times, my cock spurted out cum. I'm not normally particularly vocal, but it was hard not to grunt for every one. I kept wanking till I felt completely empty, one last dribble of cum clinging to my cock head. That frustration? Pretty well dealt with! Love it? Hate it? Mail me at welshloverman (at) gmail.com and let me know!