Forbidden Rooftop

The evening breeze played with her short skirt, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way the fabric clung to her hips. Anna stood at the edge of the rooftop, a glass of wine in her hand, dark chocolate hair falling over her shoulders, and the look she threw over her shoulder was both shy and defiant. We were shooting a series for a magazine, but after the last frame, the bottle I'd brought "just to loosen up" had done its job.

"You always stare at your models like that?" she asked quietly, wetting her lower lip. The wine glistened on it like an invitation.

"Only the ones who make me forget I'm even holding a camera," I replied, stepping closer. My fingers brushed her waist, pretending to fix a fold in her dress. The skin beneath the thin fabric was hot. Anna shivered slightly but didn't pull away.

She turned to face me. Her eyes sparkled with wine and something far more dangerous.

"I clean offices at night, Max... Imagine me crawling around on all fours with a rag while you're shooting somewhere in the studio. And now here we are. This is... wrong, isn't it?"

"Wrong," I whispered right against her lips, "and that makes me want it even more."

Her breath quickened. I set the glass on the parapet, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her. Soft at first, then hungry, feeling her respond, her tongue sliding against mine. Anna's hands pressed against my chest, gripping my shirt.

"I shouldn't..." she breathed between kisses, but pressed closer anyway, her thigh feeling how hard I was getting. "I'm just a cleaning lady who agreed to model on the side..."

"And I'm just a photographer who wants to fuck you right here," I answered hoarsely, sliding my hand lower, under her skirt. My fingers immediately found her wet panties. She was already soaked. Anna let out a soft moan when I rubbed her clit through the thin fabric.

The wind picked up, the city below glittered with a thousand lights, and we stood at the very edge of the rooftop where no one could see us. I spun her around, pressing her back against the wide parapet. Cold concrete touched her stomach as I hiked her skirt up to her waist.

"Look at the city," I whispered in her ear, pulling her panties down. "And feel me fucking you."

Anna arched her back, spreading her legs. My cock was already out of my pants, heavy and hot. I ran the head along her slick slit, teasing.

"Max... please..." she whispered in a trembling voice. "Don't tease. I want you inside me."

With one thrust, I buried myself to the hilt. Tight, hot, gripping me perfectly. Anna cried out, her fingers digging into the edge of the parapet. I started moving—hard, deep, almost savage. Every thrust made her moan louder. The sounds of her wet pussy gripping my cock mixed with the rush of the wind.

"God... you're so big..." she breathed, turning her head. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you tomorrow when I'm mopping the floors..."

I grabbed her hair—not painfully, but possessively—and picked up the pace. My other hand slid around front, fingers finding her swollen clit and circling it. Anna trembled all over, her moans growing more desperate.

"I'm close... Max, I'm gonna come... don't stop!"

Her pussy clenched around me in strong spasms. I felt warm wetness run down my balls. Not giving her a chance to recover, I pulled out, spun Anna to face me, and sat her on the parapet. Her legs immediately wrapped around my waist.

Now we were looking into each other's eyes. I entered her again, slowly, savoring every inch. She looped her arms around my neck and bit my lower lip.

"Come inside me," she whispered hotly. "I want to feel your cum dripping out of me while I walk back down."

Those words finished me. I fucked her hard, deep, feeling the orgasm building. Anna scratched my back with her nails, whispering filthy things in my ear:

"Yeah... just like that... fill up your cleaning lady... I'm yours tonight..."

I came with a low groan, spilling thick cum deep inside her. She shuddered through another orgasm, squeezing me from within like she didn't want to let go.

We froze, breathing hard. The wind cooled our heated bodies. I carefully set her down on her feet. A thin trickle of my cum ran down her thigh. Anna noticed, smiled, and ran a finger through it, then brought it to my lips.

"Taste how we are together," she said softly.

Morning came faster than expected. We went down to my apartment on the top floor. I was making coffee while Anna sat on the kitchen counter wearing only my shirt, swinging her bare legs. The looks we exchanged were different now—warm, a little shy, and still full of hunger.

"You're really a cleaning lady?" I asked, handing her a mug.

"At night," she replied, hiding a smile behind the coffee. "And during the day... sometimes I become a model for one very dangerous photographer."

We both laughed. But when our eyes met over the mugs, it was clear: this was just the beginning. Forbidden, thrilling, and completely inevitable.