View From the Roof

His dark eyes met mine in the elevator - I'd caught him staring at my boobs, and he grinned and asked my name. I told him as we got to my floor, and as I stepped from the car, he whistled low and watched me walk down the hall. As I stuck my key in the lock, I turned back to see him still standing there, so I lifted my top, flashed my bra-less tits him, and closed the door behind me.

It wasn't half an hour before he knocked. I opened the door to find him leaning against the jamb, eyes smoky with desire, and judging from the subtle fragrance wafting from his direction, probably a little Jack Daniels as well. "Come with me," he said, taking my hand and pulling me towards the stairwell at the end of the hall, "let's go up to the roof. I want to show you the view."

Halfway up the stairs at the landing, he pulled me to him and kissed me roughly. No words passed between us as he pushed me up against the concrete wall, pulled my skirt up and shoved his hand into my panties, seeking out my wetness. His teeth were on my neck as his thick fingers moved back and forth over my clit, and I spread my legs wider for him. Nothing else existed in the world for those few moments, nothing but his teeth and lips on my neck, his fingers now wet and sliding over my clit, dipping into me with every third or fourth stroke.

He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, one by one. "I want to see all of you," he said, "show me your body." I unwrapped my skirt and stepped out of it, then unbuttoned my top and let it fall to the ground, clad now only in a tiny strip of lace and high heeled pumps.

His hands reached out to caress my skin, touching lightly here and there. He licked his fingers, then pinched my nipples, twisting them softly. He took each in his mouth, sucking them, bathing them, loving them with his tongue before biting down, hard. The brief pain was overridden by the pleasure between my legs, and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

He went to his knees before me, parted my thighs further and pushed his face between them. His darting tongue licked lightly around and through the lace of my thong, teased its way down the center, then traced around the edges of the lace to my naked skin. His fingers pulled it down roughly, yanked it down and tore it from me, then spread my lips and his tongue dove between them. Mindlessly, I bucked my hips to meet his hot, probing tongue while my own fingers pinched and rolled my nipples. My moans echoed through the stairwell as he licked and sucked my clit through one orgasm, then two, before he stood up and unzipped his pants.

His cock was large and swollen rock hard, and he moved between my legs slowly, brushing the head against my wet pussy, up and down over my clit, teasing me. He pushed his dick up into me, up into my sopping cunt, and I hooked one leg around his hips to help hold myself up. His teeth were on my neck again, and he thrust up into me again and again, almost violently. He slowed after a moment, then stopped, still deep inside me.

He clasped his arms together around my waist, lifted me up still impaled on his dick, my legs hooked together behind him, and carried me to the stairs. He put me down, and I balanced on my hands and knees as he drove his rod into me from behind, his balls slapping against my clit like a loose shutter in a windstorm.

He gripped my hips and fucked me good and hard, driving himself into me over and over again. My next orgasm hit fast, and as I cried out my release once again, he grunted and slapped my ass once, twice, three times, then pulled out to let himself come all over my pink, stinging skin.

Once we'd gotten our breath back, we got to our feet and climbed the rest of the stairs to the roof, leaving my clothes where they were. We stood there naked together, looking out at the city, as the cool breeze dried our sweat-dampened bodies. He moved behind me and put his arms around me, one resting on my hip, the other caressing the pearl between my legs once more, and you know, it was a pretty damned good view.