On the Fire Escape [MF]

Eden was a little chilled. The petite brunette was wearing skimpy lingerie under her coat in hopes that her lover would want a midnight booty call after her shift at the airport. But when she saw him with another woman, she went to find other action in another stranger’s arms. She decided to try her luck at an after-hours club located in a row of three story brownstones with closed businesses on the first floor. She scurried down the slushy walk around the corner to the alley behind a closed pool hall where she climbed the back stairs to the second floor. She knocked on the door of club Infinity, an illegal after-hours club she’d been in twice before and after being let in, she moved from room to room with a beer in her hand looking at the groups of rough looking men playing pool, drinking beer and snorting coke from their fists. Weary women lounged on the worn couches, legs spread as an open invitation to partake upon their skanky goodies.

She wandered around again, swigging on her beer, before she made a stop at the bathroom to pee. No one in here was appealing to her. Maybe she should just leave. She flushed the toilet and was washing her hands when she heard a knock on the window. She looked out to see a scruffy blond guy in a black leather jacket waving at her from a fire escape. She opened the window and he crouched to step in.

“Thanks for letting me in,” he said. “Some girl closed the window.”

He was handsome but rough looking dude in his mid-thirties, a bit jittery as he smacked on his gum. He looked her up and down and grinned at her. He took a vial of cocaine from his pocket. He uncapped it. The cap had a tiny spoon which he dipped into powder, brought up to his nose and snorted.

“Want some?”

“No thanks.”

“Someone turning down coke? I’ve never seen that in here before.”

“I can’t because of my job.”

“What do you do?”

“I work for customs.”

He looked at her then looked around waiting for the police to kick in the bathroom door.

“Relax,” she crooned. “Your shit is already in the country. What do I care?”

A grin flicked across his face as he looked into her relaxed face. He began to laugh before becoming apprehensive again. She gave him a coquettish grin.

“Besides, would a narc be dressed like this?”

She opened her coat to reveal her tiny red bra and string panties. His mouth fell open. She stepped forward. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her body which pleased her. She placed her palm on the bulge in his pants and he inhaled as his buttocks clenched at the unexpected touch of a female hand.

“Would a narc stroke your balls like this?”

His bulge hardened from her touch. His pale blue eyes were caught upon hers. The locked door knob rattled before someone banged on the door.

He unlocked the door before grabbing her by the hand and pulling her towards the open window. She followed him out the window to the fire escape. They climbed up a floor to the third floor landing where it was quiet. Cold wind whipped around them as they leaned against the cold iron railings looking out over the lights of distant skyscrapers. He placed her hand back over the hard-on burgeoning in his jeans. She gently rubbed and massaged it. He leaned forward to kiss her but she turned her head.

“No kissing,” she said. “Just fuck me.”

His hands went for her bra, pushing up her pliable breasts as she leaned against the fire escape. The cold winter air coursed between her thighs as she sat on the fire escape bracing herself against the brick building as she opened her legs to place on leg on the brick ledge while her free booted leg stayed upon the slated floor. He walked up between her thighs, unzipping his jeans to pull out his cock. He massaged it and she helped, wrapping her warm fingers around his shaft as it hardened between their hands. Their steamy breaths mingled between them as he inserted his warmth inside her as she sat on the edge of the fire escape railing. She shuddered in pleasure as he slid inside her, the two of enjoying each other warmth to their once exposed genitals. The two of them began to move in rhythm, pushing against each other. Her breasts jiggled in the red bra as he fiercely gripped her hips. His tight fists gripped the metal on either side of her as the pounding intensified and he grunted as heaved into her as though his life depended on it. She looked over the railing at the snowy ally below lit from the full moon’s light. The old fire escape rattled from his thrusts and threatened to pull away from the bricks. She closed her eyes in the face of growing pleasure as her hands gripped the lapels of his leather jacket and items spilled out of her tote bag into the snowy ally. Her face was a blend of agony and pleasure as she bucked against him and she bit her lip to hold back the moans building inside her.

“Fuuucck!” he yelled as he came inside her.

She groaned as her pussy contracted against him as his hot seed spurted inside her. She pressed against him, as deep as he could go as she closed her eyes and climaxed in the cold winter’s air. She gasped when he pulled out, putting his sticky dick back in his pants before she lowered herself from the railing, closing her coat to the winter’s chill.

He said, “Fuck, girl, what’s your name?”

“Let’s not spoil it.”

She cinched the belt around her narrow waist and turned to walk down the fire escape to disappear inside the bathroom window.

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