He [f]ucked me fro[m] behind while the city watched [inexperienced]

Growing up religious, I’ve been sexually repressed for most of my life, even being guilty to masturbate because the Christian church calls it a sin. I finally decided to lose my virginity only a little over a year ago. My appearance matches my (former) innocence: I’m only 5’3”, thin, small breasts, very pale with dark hair. I’m 28 now, but look more like 20 – no matter what I’m wearing or how much makeup I have on. Fast forward to present – I’ve been seeing Roy, who I matched with on Tinder.

Roy is magnetic. Not a traditional model “hot”, but has this kind of sexy magnetism that draws you in and holds you captive for reasons you can’t explain. He’s tan, with a mess of medium-length curly hair, and has striking green eyes that I can’t stare at for too long without my thoughts melting into a nonsensical puddle. I’ve always been attracted to musicians. Roy has that wiry sort of creative energy about him that translates easily into a lucid sexual energy. Like me, he’s relatively inexperienced, having been with a few others before me. I remember the moment that I had breathlessly confessed to him that I was using Tinder to explore sex – and his answer. “Me, too.”

This happened a few weeks ago. We had planned to hang out on the roof of my apartment with a blanket – look at the stars, that kind of thing. Upon arriving to my apartment, we took the elevator up to the roof and observed that we were alone. The early summer air was cool – it was noticeably breezier six stories high. I was glad I brought a blanket. I wore a short, tight, black dress, no bra and a white thong underneath – my nipples already hard from the breezy air. Roy and I curled up together on a circular couch, my arms around him, our legs tangled lightly. Nothing intense, just hanging out. We talked for quite awhile. At some point, I lost track of time, and my attention shifted from our conversation to the curve of his lips and the feel of his fingertips grazing my thighs. I kissed him lightly, tracing the tip of his tongue with mine, his soft moan making me instantly wet. I kissed him harder. Within minutes, his hands became more aggressive and I shifted myself until I was on top of him, my dress pushed up around my hips, feeling his hardening cock as I rubbed myself against him – still with his jeans and my damp panties in between.

I stopped kissing him for a moment. “There are cameras up here,” I whispered to him. I was nervous. In the dim lighting of the rooftop, I could just barely see his eyes. I found my answer there: he didn’t give a shit, and was going to fuck me in view of whoever happened to see.

I pressed my mouth hard against his, rougher now, unbuttoning his jeans, feeling his rock hard cock in my hand. He slid off my thong, tossed it aside, and rubbed his cock against my clit, making me insane with anticipation. I straddled him on top of the circular couch. The blanket was covering us loosely, but anyone watching would know exactly what was going on. After a few painstaking minutes of teasing me, he thrust his cock inside of me. Perhaps because I was a little nervous about being caught, I was still pretty tight and wasn’t too wet yet. I actually love the feeling of taking a cock that way – the initial discomfort that gives away to pleasure. He thrust gently at first, observing my trepidation, his hands on my ass. After just three or four thrusts I was infinitely more wet, my initial reluctance a distant memory. His thrusts became harder and harder while I straddled him. My breathing became heavier, my hands in his hair. Sweat beaded on my upper lip. I leaned towards his face and teased his ears with my tongue, enjoying his response.

“Oh my fucking god, I can’t believe how good this feels.”

He then told me to get up. Surprised, I listened, stopping immediately. He told me to follow as he walked over to the edge of the roof, near the railing that overlooked a busy street, next to the roof’s chicken coup. I looked down, observing pedestrians, Lyft drivers, and bar hoppers going about their usual business.

“Put your hands on the railing,” he commanded.

I did. I gripped the cool metal bars, now bent over. He pushed my dress up to my waist roughly, my ass now exposed. He entered me from behind with one hard thrust – I was now so wet – his hands gripping my hips with an aggression that bordered on pain. His thrusts became harder and deeper. I struggled to keep my grip on the railing and keep myself quiet – it felt so good to get fucked like this in such a vulnerable position. Muffled voices reminded me that we weren’t alone on the roof and weren’t hidden at all – anybody could walk by and see. The thought made me wetter. I wanted him to fill me with his cum in front of the entire fucking city. After a few minutes, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and whispered, “I’m going to cum in your fucking pussy.” I moaned in response, wanting nothing more than to be filled by him. A couple minutes later, he came inside of me, hard. We went back to our circle couch and collapsed into a heap in each other’s arms. It was equal parts hot and romantic and I can’t wait to do it again.

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7 comments on “He [f]ucked me fro[m] behind while the city watched [inexperienced]

  1. Totally agree that this was hot and romantic. Especially how he finished inside you.

  2. Ok weird question but is Roy Australian? I feel like I know who you’re talking about haha.

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  4. Wow, that is very hot. I live in a city too and have had balcony sex a few times. Drives me wild knowing we would have been very easily seen.

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