La Última Llamada Sobre la Ciudad

The city hummed below us, a glittering grid of headlights and neon, but up here on the rooftop it was just the two of us and the warm breeze that smelled like summer and poured whiskey. I was still in my uniform—black slacks, a white button-up with the sleeves rolled to my elbows, the little apron I always forgot to take off. Maya had found me up here after my shift ended, her heels dangling from her fingers as she leaned against the railing.

"Rooftop's your secret spot, huh?" she said, tilting her head. "You hide from all those thirsty bastards at the bar."

"Something like that." I took a sip from my glass. "You're the one who followed me up."

She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume—something floral and sharp. "I wanted to see the bartender without the bar."

"Same guy. Just less lighting."

"Good." Her fingers brushed my forearm, tracing the edge of my rolled sleeve. "I like the lighting."

I set my glass down on the railing. The city was loud below, but everything above us felt quiet, intimate, like we were the only two people left on earth. Her hand was still on my arm, and I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin cotton.

"You know," she said, her voice dropping to a murmur, "I've been watching you all night. The way you pour, the way you talk to people. You've got these hands—" she took my hand, turning it over, tracing the lines of my palm with her fingertip, "—that just know what to do."

My breath caught. She was bold, and the way she looked at me, half-lidded and hungry, made my cock twitch against my slacks. "They've been told that before."

"Show me."

I didn't need a second invitation. I stepped into her, one hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her flush against me. She gasped softly, her lips parting, and then I was kissing her—not gentle, not tentative, but deep and demanding. She tasted like wine and something sweeter, and she moaned into my mouth as my hand slipped lower, cupping the curve of her ass through her thin sundress.

"Christ," she breathed against my lips. "You're not wasting any time."

"Tell me to stop."

"Don't you fucking dare."

I backed her against the brick wall of the stairwell, the rough surface scraping her bare shoulders as she arched into me. Her dress had a slit up the side, and I slid my hand up her thigh, feeling the smooth skin, the heat radiating from between her legs. She was already wet—I could feel it through her panties, the fabric soaked and clinging.

"Someone's ready," I murmured, hooking my fingers under the waistband.

"Been ready since I saw you pour that old fashioned." She reached down, fumbling with my belt. "Now stop teasing and get inside me."

I didn't need to be told twice. I pushed her panties aside, feeling the slick heat of her pussy, and she whimpered as I slid two fingers inside her, slow and deep. She was tight, hot, and she bucked against my hand, her head falling back against the brick.

"Joder, sí", gimió. "Justo así."

I worked her with my fingers, feeling her walls clench around me, and she grabbed my wrist, pressing me deeper. "More," she demanded. "I want your cock."

I pulled my fingers out, tasting her on them briefly—sweet and salty—and then I unzipped my slacks, freeing my hard length. She looked down, licking her lips, and then she turned around, bracing her hands against the wall, arching her back toward me.

"Take me from behind," she said, her voice thick with need. "I want to feel every inch."

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick folds, and she pushed back, taking me inside with a gasp. She was so tight, so wet, and I groaned as I sank into her, her heat enveloping me completely.

"Holy shit," she breathed. "You're big."

"You like it?"

"Cállate y fóllame."

I grabbed her hips and started to move, slow at first, letting her feel every inch as I pulled out and thrust back in. She moaned, her fingers digging into the brick, and I picked up the pace, pounding into her with a rhythm that made her cry out.

"Yes, yes, fuck—" she was panting, her words breaking apart. "Right there, don't stop—"

I reached around, finding her clit with my thumb, rubbing in tight circles as I fucked her. She was trembling, her whole body shaking as she got closer and closer, and I could feel myself building too, the tightness coiling in my balls.

"Cum for me," I growled against her ear. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

She screamed—a raw, guttural sound that was swallowed by the noise of the city—and her pussy clamped down on me, pulsing, flooding with heat. The sensation tipped me over the edge, and I buried myself deep inside her, spilling my load with a shuddering groan.

For a moment, neither of us moved. We just stood there, panting, my forehead against the back of her neck, her body still trembling in the aftermath. Then she laughed, a soft, breathless sound.

"Well," she said, turning her head to look at me, "that's one way to end a shift."

I pulled out slowly, feeling the mix of our cum trickling down her thigh, and I helped her stand upright, smoothing her dress back down. She turned to face me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright.

"¿Mañana a la misma hora?", preguntó.

"Same rooftop."

She smiled, and we stood there in the warm night air, listening to each other's breathing and the distant hum of the city below.

CATEGORIES: [Uniform, Rooftop, Just the Two of Us, Rough sex, Stranger]