Rooftop Slit Tease

The city lights blurred below us like scattered jewels, but all I could see was Lena's thighs parting on the old metal ledge. My married neighbor, the one I'd jerked off thinking about for two years, had cornered me up here after the building party. Her sundress rode high, and the warm night wind kept flipping it, flashing that smooth, glistening pussy slit right at me. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt.

"Mark, you've been staring at me all summer," Lena whispered, voice husky from the wine we'd shared. She leaned back on her palms, knees spreading wider. "Don't pretend you don't want this pussy. I see how you look at me when my husband's at work."

Her fingers trailed down her own stomach, then dipped between her legs. Two fingertips parted her outer lips slowly, showing me the wet pink inner slit that gleamed under the distant neon glow. The scent of her arousal mixed with the cool rooftop breeze and concrete dust. I stepped closer, pulse hammering.

"God, Lena... your husband's downstairs right now."

She laughed low, eyes sparkling with wicked heat. "Then you'd better be quick. Touch it. Feel how slippery my slit gets for you."

My hand replaced hers instantly. Her pussy was scorching, the delicate folds slick and puffy. I ran my middle finger up and down her slit, pressing just enough to feel her clit swell at the top of each stroke. Lena moaned, hips twitching.

"Fuck, yes... like that. Slide your fingers inside my pussy. Stretch that tight slit open."

I pushed two fingers into her, deep and sudden. Her walls clenched around me, hot and silky. She was so wet that obscene squelching sounds filled the night air every time I pumped them. I curled my fingers, rubbing that spongy spot inside while my thumb circled her clit. Lena's breath hitched, tits heaving under her thin dress.

"Harder, Mark. Finger-fuck my married cunt. Make it drip down my ass."

I sped up, slamming my fingers in and out of her slit with wet, rapid strokes. Her juices coated my hand, trickling onto the rooftop ledge. She grabbed my wrist, grinding against my palm, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

Suddenly she stood, spun around, and bent over the low railing, flipping her dress up over her firm ass. "Put your cock in me. Now. Fill this pussy slit before I change my mind."

I freed my aching dick, thick and veined, and rubbed the head along her dripping slit. Then I thrust forward, burying myself balls-deep in one fast stroke. Her pussy gripped me like wet velvet, the tight slit stretching around my girth. I started pounding her hard, hips slapping against her ass, the city humming far below us.

Lena pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Deeper... wreck my married hole. I love how your big cock splits my pussy open."

I changed rhythm, slowing to long, grinding strokes that let me feel every ridge of her inner walls. Then I sped up again, short and brutal, making her cry out. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in as I fucked her relentlessly. The angle let me watch my shaft disappear into her pink slit over and over, her juices coating us both.

She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously while I railed her. Her pussy started pulsing, squeezing my cock in waves. "I'm gonna cum... don't stop fucking my slit!"

Lena came hard, back arching, a low guttural moan escaping as her pussy flooded around me. The contractions milked my dick until I couldn't hold back. I pulled out at the last second and painted her spread slit with thick ropes of cum, watching it drip down her swollen folds and onto the concrete.

We collapsed against each other, breathing hard, the night wind cooling our sweaty skin. Lena looked over her shoulder at me, a lazy grin spreading across her flushed face.

"Shit... that was insane," she said, laughing softly. "My legs are jelly. Think anyone heard us?"

I chuckled, zipping up while she smoothed her dress down. "If they did, we're both fucked. Literally."

She kissed me quick and dirty, tasting like wine and mischief. "Worth it. Next time your place. My slit still needs more of that cock."

We slipped back toward the stairs, giggling like teenagers, the city lights twinkling on below like they were in on our dirty little secret.