Rooftop Escort

The city lights glittered like scattered diamonds below us, but all I could see was her. Elena leaned against the concrete ledge of the rooftop bar, her black dress hugging every curve, the slit riding high on her thigh. Our eyes locked and something electric passed between us—no names yet, just raw hunger that made my cock twitch in my slacks.

We were strangers on the road, both passing through this downtown high-rise for different reasons. I’d come for a late client meeting; she was the escort I’d booked through a discreet app after too many lonely nights. The hostess had guided us up here for “privacy with a view,” and in three sentences she was gone, leaving us alone under the warm summer breeze.

“Marcus,” I said, stepping closer, my voice low.

“Elena,” she replied, her full lips curving into a knowing smile. Her fingers brushed my wrist, sending heat straight to my groin. “You look like you need to forget the day.”

I swallowed, pulse hammering. “I need you. Right here.”

Her laugh was soft, throaty. “Then take me. The city’s watching, but I don’t care.”

Desire won. I pulled her against me, hands sliding down the smooth fabric to grip her firm ass. She gasped, pressing her hips forward so my hardening cock rubbed against her belly.

“Feel that?” I whispered against her ear, nipping the lobe. “That’s what you do to me already.”

“Mmm, big and ready,” she murmured, voice husky with want. Her hand slipped between us, palming my length through my pants. “I want it inside me, Marcus. Slow at first… make me feel every inch while the lights blink below.”

We moved to the wide cushioned lounge chair tucked against the glass wall. I sat, tugging her onto my lap so she straddled me, dress riding up to expose lace panties already damp. The night air carried distant traffic hum and the faint scent of her perfume—jasmine and sin.

Elena rocked against me, grinding her pussy along my trapped cock. “Talk to me,” she breathed, lips brushing mine but not kissing yet. “Tell me how you’ll fuck your escort tonight.”

I groaned, fingers digging into her thighs. “I’m going to slide inside that wet pussy and let you ride me until you’re shaking. Then I’ll flip you over this ledge and take you from behind so the whole city sees how pretty you look getting fucked.”

Her breath hitched. “Yes… like that. Dirty words while you stretch me.”

She reached down, unzipping me with practiced ease. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and veined, precum already beading at the tip. Elena shoved her panties aside, revealing her smooth, glistening slit. No oral, no teasing games—just pure need. She positioned the head at her entrance and sank down in one long, deliberate motion.

“Fuck… so tight,” I hissed as her hot walls clenched around me. The sensation was overwhelming—wet heat gripping every ridge of my dick.

Elena’s head fell back, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. “Oh god, you’re filling me completely. Move with me… slow, like the city lights.”

We rocked together in a lazy rhythm at first, her pussy sliding up and down my shaft with wet, obscene sounds. Each downward stroke ground her clit against my base, drawing soft moans from her throat. I cupped her tits through the dress, thumbs circling her hard nipples.

“Harder now?” she panted, eyes half-lidded, voice trembling with building pleasure. “I want to feel you deeper, Marcus. Pound up into your escort’s cunt.”

I thrust upward sharply, making her cry out. The chair creaked beneath us. We changed position without breaking contact—I stood, lifting her legs around my waist, and pressed her back against the cool glass barrier. The drop to the street was dizzying, but all that mattered was how her slick pussy sucked me back in on every stroke.

“Like this?” I growled, hips snapping faster. Skin slapped skin. Her juices coated my balls, dripping down my thighs.

“Yes… right there. Your cock is hitting that spot—don’t stop talking.”

“You feel incredible,” I whispered hotly against her neck, breath ragged. “Soaking my dick like a good little slut for hire. Come for me, Elena. Let the city hear you.”

Her nails raked my back through my shirt. The pace turned frantic, my thick shaft plunging in and out of her spasming pussy. She tightened suddenly, thighs quivering.

“I’m—oh fuck—I’m coming!” she gasped, voice breaking into a long, throaty moan. Her inner muscles rippled around me in powerful waves, milking my cock until I couldn’t hold back.

I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, hot cum flooding her depths in thick spurts. We clung together, trembling, the aftershocks rolling through both of us as the breeze cooled our sweat-slick skin.

Later, dawn crept over the skyline. We sat on the ledge sharing bitter rooftop coffee from paper cups, her head on my shoulder. Stolen glances passed between us—hers shy now, mine wondering if one night could ever be enough. She smiled into her cup, legs still shaky beneath the wrinkled dress, and I knew the road had brought me exactly where I needed to be.