The weather was humid and warm even though the sun had gone down hours ago. My skin still seemed warmer than usual, as though traces of sunlight were dancing below the hairs on my arms. I was sitting on top of a rooftop terrace cuddled against a man I had known for less than 12 hours and met in the lobby of my hotel earlier that day.
I could hear his heart beating loud and steadily barely concealed under the sound of his breathing that was also a little too fast for someone supposed to be lounging. I smiled a little to myself figuring he must be a little bit on edge. We talked about nothing in particular, I spoke subtly slow and quiet so that when he would lean closer to hear, I could savour the mixture of his warm breath and stubble against my neck.
I played this game for some time, every once in awhile earning a soft kiss against my neck.
I stood up to stretch my legs and look out over the streets below. It was late and most of the noise from tourists and taxis had dissipated by then. We were only a short walk away from the beach, separated only by a couple streets lined with pubs playing the ballad of some drunkards karaoke and a couple stray tourists most likely headed back to their hotels.
I breathed in the humid air, and found myself overwhelmed with admiration as the moon glowed nearby. I felt captivated and completely calm as I observed the contrast the neon signs held to the soft gleaming of distant stars blinking over the ocean. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t even heard him come up behind me. I seemed to sink into his chest as his hands snaked around my waist.
He was much taller than I was. That had been clear from the start but perhaps it was the way he had me pressed to him that made me feel exceptionally small.
One of his hands held me against him firmly while the other traced over my hips. I still felt dazed from the moon, even the way his fingertips touched my skin felt softer, like he was melting into me with a warmth I had never experienced before.
I tilted my head to the side letting out a gentle sigh as he kissed along my neck. I could feel my pussy starting to gush warm liquid as his hand eventually began to rub gently through my shorts.
I moaned a little bit not moving from the spot on the terrace where I now stood pressed against the barred fence with my hands gripped around a couple poles. He bent down to grind against me, ensuring I could feel how distinctly hard he was. He slipped his hands into my panties and began to rub my clit soft but quickly, albeit better than I have been able to do it myself. I held onto the poles trying to steady myself against all the pleasure I was feeling.
I was sopping wet trying to stifle my moans as his fingers made their way inside me. The feeling of his scruff along my jaw as he moved against me was only heightening my arousal especially paired with the fact that we were on a public patio where anyone below or neighbouring might have seen us, let alone another guest who may have wanted to stargaze.
He pumped his fingers into me steadily, still grinding against me as best he could despite our height difference. I reached around and stroked his cock through his pants eliciting a couple deep breaths.
His pulled his fingers out of me and began to rub my clit again sending a wave of pleasure through me as I began to orgasm. I gripped his cock as I came all over his fingers while I used the other hand to steady myself.
He pulled his hands out of my panties and with a smile led me back to my hotel room.
I can only hope our paths cross again some day. It was a very magical and memorable evening.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bpzxup/fingered_under_moonlight_with_a_view