Rooftop Heat

"God, I can't stop thinking about fucking you right here," she whispered, her voice already husky as we stood at the edge of the empty rooftop.

Mia was a stranger I'd met twenty minutes ago on the street below, both of us restless and horny after a long night out. The city lights sprawled beneath us like a glittering sea, the warm summer wind tugging at her short black dress. I'd followed her up here on a dare, my cock already half-hard from the way her eyes had locked on mine with pure, shameless want.

She pressed against me before I could answer, her tits soft and warm through the thin fabric. My hands slid down her back, feeling the heat of her skin. No slow teasing tonight; we were both too wound up.

"Touch me," Mia breathed, guiding my palm between her thighs. "Feel how wet I am already."

My fingers slipped under her dress and found her bare pussy, slick and swollen. She wasn't wearing panties. I groaned, rubbing her clit in slow circles while she ground against my hand. Her breath hitched, turning into little gasps that mixed with the distant hum of traffic far below.

"Fuck, your fingers feel good," she moaned, eyes half-lidded. "But I need your cock. Now."

She dropped to her knees on the rough concrete, the city breeze whipping her hair. Her hands yanked my zipper down fast, freeing my thick dick. It throbbed in the cool air as she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking once, twice, before leaning in. But she didn't suck me. Instead she rubbed the leaking head against her cheek, smearing precum on her skin, then stood up again.

"Undress me first," she said, voice teasing but urgent. "I want to feel your hands everywhere."

I pulled her dress up slowly, savoring the reveal of smooth tanned skin, the curve of her hips, the way her nipples hardened in the night air when the fabric cleared her full breasts. She shivered as my palms skimmed her sides, tracing ribs, cupping her tits and pinching lightly. Heat poured off her body, making my own skin prickle.

Mia kicked the dress aside and turned, bending slightly over the low parapet. The view of her juicy ass and dripping pussy made my cock twitch hard. I pressed against her back, my erection sliding between her thighs, coating itself in her wetness.

"Put it in," she demanded, reaching back to spread herself. "I want to feel you stretch me."

I gripped her hips and thrust forward, burying my cock deep in one smooth stroke. Her pussy clenched hot and tight around me, so wet it squelched. We both gasped. I started fucking her fast, skin slapping skin, her moans carrying over the city edge.

"Harder... yes, like that," she panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. Sweat beaded on her spine. I reached around to rub her clit while pounding into her, feeling her tremble. The tension built quick and sharp, her inner walls fluttering.

She came first, crying out as her pussy spasmed, juices coating my balls. The shivers running through her body made my own climax surge. I pulled out at the last second and spun her around, stroking myself furiously. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her tits and belly, dripping down her skin in the moonlight.

Mia laughed breathlessly, smearing my cum over one nipple with her finger. "Holy shit, that was intense."

I leaned in, kissing her softly as the city hummed below us. We collapsed against the wall, still half-naked and sticky, sharing easy chuckles between recovering breaths. The night felt lighter now, charged with that perfect afterglow.

"Think anyone saw us?" she asked, grinning.

"Would it matter?" I replied, pulling her close again.