Rooftop Stranger's Pussy

The city lights glittered like scattered diamonds below us, but all I could focus on was her. Elena stood at the edge of the rooftop bar, wind whipping her dark hair across full lips, her short black dress riding up just enough to show the smooth curve of her thighs. Our eyes locked the second I stepped out here for fresh air, and the heat between us was instant, electric. No names yet, just this raw pull that made my cock twitch in my jeans before either of us spoke.

"Couldn't sleep either?" she asked, voice low and smoky, turning toward me with a half-smile that said she already knew the answer.

I stepped closer, smelling her faint perfume mixed with the cool night breeze. "Something like that. You look like trouble."

"Good. I am." Elena's gaze dropped to my crotch for a split second, then back up. "Name's Elena. You?"

"Ryan." My pulse hammered. The rooftop was empty this late, just us and the distant hum of traffic far below. "You come up here often to... stare at strangers?"

She laughed softly, leaning back against the railing, which made her tits strain against the thin fabric. "Only when they look like they want to fuck me as bad as I want them to."

That was all it took. I closed the gap, my hand sliding up her thigh under the dress. Her skin was warm, silky. She gasped but spread her legs a little, inviting me.

"Right here?" I murmured against her neck, kissing the soft spot below her ear.

"Fuck yes. No one's watching." Elena's breath hitched as my fingers brushed her panties. They were already damp. I hooked them aside and traced her slit, feeling how slick and hot her pussy was. She moaned, low and needy. "Touch my clit... yeah, like that."

Her pussy lips were swollen, smooth except for a tiny landing strip of hair. I rubbed her clit in slow circles, dipping two fingers into her tight hole. She was soaking, juices coating my hand as she rocked against me.

"God, you're so wet already," I growled, nipping her collarbone.

"Because I've been thinking about a stranger's cock since I saw you." Elena reached down and palmed my bulge, squeezing. "Take it out. I need it."

I unzipped fast, my thick cock springing free, hard and throbbing. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking with just the right pressure while I fingered her deeper. The wet sounds of her pussy filled the night air between us.

"Shit, Ryan... your fingers feel good but I want this dick stretching me." She tugged me closer by my shirt. "Fuck me. Now."

I spun her around so she faced the city view, hands gripping the railing. Hiking her dress up over her juicy ass, I rubbed my cockhead along her dripping pussy lips, teasing her entrance. She pushed back impatiently.

"Don't tease, just fuck my pussy," she begged, voice breaking.

I thrust in hard, burying half my length in one go. Her walls clenched around me, hot and velvety. "Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, gripping her hips.

Elena cried out, head falling back. "Yes... deeper. Fill me up."

I started pounding her from behind, the slap of skin on skin mixing with the wind. Each thrust made her ass jiggle, her pussy gripping me like a vice, cream coating my shaft. I reached around and rubbed her clit fast while I fucked her.

"Oh god, right there... I'm gonna cum on your cock," she panted, legs shaking.

Her orgasm hit hard. Her pussy spasmed, squirting a little down my balls as she moaned loud enough to echo off nearby buildings. I didn't stop, slamming into her through it, chasing my own edge.

"Turn around," I said, pulling out. She spun, eyes glassy with lust, and hopped up onto a low concrete ledge, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy looked wrecked already, puffy and glistening.

I stepped between her thighs and drove back in, this time face to face. We kissed messily, tongues tangling as I fucked her with long, deep strokes. Her tits bounced with every thrust; I yanked the dress down to suck one nipple hard.

"Harder, Ryan... pound my pussy," she gasped between kisses. "I want your cum inside me."

The words sent me over. I gripped her ass, pulling her onto me as I sped up, balls slapping her wet skin. Her second orgasm built fast, pussy fluttering again.

"Fuck, I'm cumming again... don't stop!" Elena's nails dug into my shoulders.

I felt her walls milk me and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her spasming pussy. We stayed locked like that, panting, my cock twitching as the last spurts filled her.

She smiled lazily, kissing me softer now. "Best decision coming up here tonight."

"Same," I whispered, still buried inside her warmth as the city hummed below us.

We cleaned up with napkins from the bar, laughing at how reckless we'd been. But the tension was gone, replaced by easy banter and the promise of maybe doing it again sometime soon. Elena adjusted her dress, gave me one last wicked grin, and slipped back inside. I stayed a moment longer, the taste of her still on my lips and the memory of her perfect pussy burned into my mind.