The time I [M] had sex in a random stairwell

Another flashback from several years back:

There was a woman I met through a meet-up event for poly-people. We ended up hooking up a few times, and had really intense sexual chemistry.

There was one night we met up for drinks on a week night. The intention was that we could go back to her apartment after for a quickie, but at the last minute, her boyfriend (who she lived with) let her know that his plans had fallen through. So she no longer hand an empty apartment, and I lived in another borough of NYC. We agreed to still meet up and “just have drinks”.

Well, drinks escalated to making out in the bar and lots of hands-under-clothes-fondling. It was not a busy bar, and at some point we could tell that we were being very obvious and everyone was watching us. So that ruled out our hopes of sneaking off to the bathroom together. It was late fall, so it was barely above freezing, but we decided to go for a walk with the hopes of finding a dark corner to continue making out.

But damn was it cold. As we passed by an apartment building, someone came out of the front door. My date darted over and caught the door right before it closed and pulled me inside. She guided me up the 5 or 6 flights of stairs and tried to open the door to the roof, but it was locked. But now we were standing on a landing above where people would be able to see us, unless they were climbing the stairs to the top floor.

My date unzips my pants, drops to her knees, and starts giving me one of the most enthusiastic blow jobs I’ve ever had. My heart is racing. We’re practically out in the open in a strange apartment building, and we would have no way out if someone found us. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist at times, but this is a bit more risky than I am usually comfortable with.

But damn! Her mouth is working wonders. My inner slut came out, and I decided to just let go and enjoy.

After a bit, I notice one of her hands rummaging in her purse. It comes out holding a condom. With a bit of adjusting and positioning, she manages to hike up her long jacket and skirt, and pull down her multiple layers of tights to reveal a pussy just soaking wet. I lean in to give it a a good taste, but she’s already begging me to fuck her. So we proceed to fuck with her bent over the top few steps. There are several times that we hear doors open and people climb up or down the stairs.

Each time, we would stop and both hold our breath… praying that the people are not on their way to the top floor, where they would likely see us just half a flight of stairs above with our pants half down and my dick buried in her pussy. It was incredibly scary, and a huge turn on.

When we finally had a few uninterrupted minutes, during which my date had an intense orgasm. I had to cover her mouth with her scarf to muffle her moans, and her legs nearly buckled underneath her. This sent me over the edge, and I was coming soon after.

On the way out of the building, we passed a woman coming into the building. My date laughed when we got outside, and said “I think she could tell we just fucked, but I wonder if she has any idea that it was in the stairs?”.

Side note: I hate when people litter, so I rode the train home with a condom full of my own cum in one of my jacket pockets. I almost forgot to take it out when I got home. That would have been a funny thing to find later…

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