Fingerer on the Roof [MF][Public][OC]

“Can you see Alcatraz from your place?” Halley excitedly asked, bobbing her head in the window, trying to figure where the small island should be on the horizon.

“Maybe from one or two floors up,” Noah shrugged while pulling out a bottle of wine from a rack built into his bookcase. “Cartograph Pinot?” he offered.

“Please!” she replied, remembering tasting wine from that particular vineyard a week or two earlier with a corporate lawyer who took her on a date to Portofino’s then fucked her in a dazzling condo at One Rincon.

“Hold on!” Noah pivoted, sparkle in his eye.

A moment later, the man emerged with two glasses and the bottle.

“Carry these!” he commanded.

Then ushered the girl out of the apartment while he carried a plate covered in plastic with a hooded sweatshirt slung over his shoulder.

Halley followed him to the elevator where they went up to the top floor, then Noah made them duck under a heavy chain blocking the last flight inside the stairwell that lead to a heavy door with a sign that loudly proclaimed: Warning! Alarm will sound if opened.

Smiling, Noah pushed the door open and no blaring whistles or sirens screamed in the San Francisco night. As soon as Halley was through the door she found herself on the rooftop and the view was dazzling. She could see all the way to Sausalito. Every building in downtown was lit up and felt incredibly close. Even the stars were out, a treat Halley rarely experienced under the foggy blanket that was her neighborhood all summer.

The roof was clearly not meant to be accessible for anything other than an emergency as there was no rail along the top. If Halley had simply walked a few feet too far she’d step off and land on Scott street far below. The wind whipped past the girl and she was instantly cold.

Fully prepared, Noah quickly walked around the back of the massive bulkhead that was the door downstairs and returned with two plastic lawn chairs. He took the glasses and wine out of Halley’s hands and then offered her the sweatshirt then a seat. The sweatshirt was massive and thick. Halley cuddled herself inside the womb of cotton, not threading her arms through the sleeves but opting to zip herself inside like a sleeping bag.

Noah opened the bottle, poured two very full glasses, then handed one to Halley.

“To the City!” he proudly proclaimed, touching glasses with the smiling girl.

As Halley lifted the plastic sheet over the plate and tasted a marvellous slice of gouda cheese, Noah pulled a small pipe out of his pocket that was already packed with what appeared to be rather choice marijuana.

“Do you smoke?” Noah posed, handing the girl the pipe and a lighter.

“Does the Pope shit in the woods!” Halley cheered, fixing her lips to the end and attempting to light the contents.

The wind whipped over the top of the building, making her task difficult.

“Let me help you,” Noah offered, then taking the girl by the hand, walked her to the bulkhead, away from the wind, and used his hands to create a pocket of still air.

Halley drew deeply and began coughing instantly. Handing the pipe back to Noah, she staggered to the chair in order to fetch her stemware in order to slug down enough wine to calm her rattling chest. When she returned, Noah had completed sucking the smoke and handed her back the pipe.

At first, Halley thought the weed to be rather harsh, but, after a moment, it was silky smooth and tasted divine. Greedily pulling from the pipe a second time, she saw Noah filling her glass. She passed the pipe back and breathed deeply through her nose, filling her lungs with the delicious salty air. Her eyes wavered as they drank in the intoxicatingly spectacular view that was her adopted city. Then she poured another heavy gulp of the wine down her throat.

“Can I throw my glass off the edge?” the stoned girl asked.

“Umm… sure, I guess,” Noah hesitated, not wanted to appear weak in front of the young girl.

The pair walked to the very edge and looked down on the street below.

“Would we survive if we fell?” Halley pondered.

“Nope. Not a chance.”

With her toes at the edge, Halley finished the last drop in her glass, then held the crystal orb straight out.

“No one will ever drink from this glass again… for all time… it was me! I drank from it last!” Halley spoke into the night air then relaxed her fingers.

The rondure container slipped past her fingers then hastily journeyed to the cement sidewalk where it exploded into a thousand tiny shards, echoing off the adjacent buildings.

A moment after, Noah’s glass perilously leapt from his hand to join its brother on the hard surface below.

“Kiss me!” Halley announced, standing on the precipice.

Noah asserted himself, standing with his back to the edge and kissed the girl passionately, not caring that a single step backwards would carry them both to be reunited with their expired goblets.

The danger enthralled Halley. She pushed her hips forward, into Noah who took his right hand and briefly warmed it, clasping the aroused girl’s breast for a moment, before sliding it down the front of her jeans. His fingertips braved the thick mat of hair atop the girl’s vagina before sliding past her wet lips and venturing all the way to the knuckle, deep inside her smoldering womanhood.

“Ugh!” Halley moaned, upon being fingered.

Reaching down, she unbuttoned her pants to give Noah better leverage to penetrate deeper with his fingers. With the additional room to operate, he managed to get a second finger inside causing Halley to reach the critical point where only a penis could possibly satiate her desire.

“Fuck me!” she demanded.

“I have a condom downstairs… let’s go back down,” Noah suggested, plunging his fingers deeper.

“No! Here! Now!” she ordered.

Noah, tried to lead the girl away from the edge but she was intransigently anchored; a horny gargoyle, fixed on the brink. Breaking loose, Noah grabbed the lawn chair and marched it to the edge. There was enough of a lip on the boundary to wedge the feet into. Then, he spun the girl, pulled her jeans and thong to her knees then performed the same action with his own. Stepping over the arm of the flimsy chair, he sat down, his feet dangling precariously over the edge.

“Come on!” he encouraged.

Halley hesitated for a moment, then realized she couldn’t get her leg over the arm to mount Noah with her pants half off. She squatted, removed her clunky shoes, pants and thong, then athletically performed a frightening battement, learned at her favorite barre class, where she elegantly stepped like a ballet dancer over the chair on the edge of the tall building. Guiding her hips, Noah ensured the tip of his erect cock found her slick opening as she dropped onto him.

“AHHH!” she moaned while being penetrated.

The heels of Noah’s shoes touched the edge of the rooftop, but Halley’s sparkling blue toenails danced in the night air with nothing between them and the ten stories below as she pressed her hands into the metal chair to raise and lower herself onto Noah’s cock.

“Yes!” she moaned, feeling spectacularly alive.

The massive hooded sweatshirt impeded her movements. Unzipping the bulky piece of cloth, she attempted to throw it behind her, but the wind caught the great sail, propelling it off the building, twisting and waving as if worn by a ghost in the night air.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she panted, uninterested in anything beside her sex. Still, she wasn’t able to orgasm. Riding was never her favorite position and the narrow constraints of the chair convinced her that ecstasy would never be found, bouncing on the older man’s cock with the soles of her feet dangling off the edge of oblivion.

“Fuck me from behind!” she screamed into the air.

Digging his heels into the only inch of hard wood, Noah, showing incredible strength, stood from the chair while holding Halley, and carefully shuffled until he was past the metal apparatus. He placed Halley down and she instinctively gripped the back of the chair and waited for Noah to remove his pants so he could adequately pound her from behind.

With his pants removed, Noah, stepped back into his shoes for leverage, then gripped Halley’s waist with one hand while feeding his cock into her pussy from behind.

“MMMnnn!” Halley moaned, feeling the deeper penetration in her preferred position.

As Noah pounded her from behind, Halley starred into the night air. In a moment of clarity, she thought to herself that this would be one of those moments she would trot out in the future if asked about the most daring place she had ever had sex.

SMACK!

Noah’s hard hand, colliding with her ass, brought her back to reality quickly, and Halley let go of the chair with one hand so as to rub her clitoris with the tips of the other.

“I wish I had my bullet!” she moaned, making due without the powerful vibrating toy.

“I’m gonna cum!” Noah announced.

As soon as the word left his mouth, Halley felt the man begin to back away, as if he intended to pull out.

“Cum in me!” Halley screamed.

“No!”

“I’m on the pill! Cum in me!”

“HUUU-NAAAHHH!” Noah began grunting.

There was so much going on that Halley couldn’t quite feel Noah cumming but she did feel immensely wetter.

“Don’t pull out! Stay in me til I cum too!” she yelled over the wind.

Noah positioned himself behind the girl, his cock pulsing slower and slower, tiny droplets of semen falling from Halley’s lips as the girl furiously rubbed her clitoris.

“Uhhh… UHHHH!” she began screaming, announcing her orgasm.

Her body twisted as she came and the hand remaining on the chair reached a point of pressure where the uneven force dislodged the feet from being wedged against the wooden border and Halley lurched forward as the chair tripped over the edge of the building.

“AAAAAHH!!” she screamed as her momentum carried her with the chair.

Snatching her by the hip and then, painfully, by the hair, Noah, miraculously, pulled her from the edge and stepped backward with the terrified girl.

“Oh! Oh! Fuck! Oh shit!” Halley panted, sprawled on the tar roof, on top of Noah.

At that precise moment, an eruption of semen evacuated its way out of Halley’s pussy, making a terribly humorous sound causing the girl to laugh.

“Holy shit! How can you laugh!” Noah asked, his heart racing.

“You must have believed I was on the pill… otherwise, you’d have let me fall!” she snickered.

“That’s fuckin’ dark, Halley!”

“Yeah!” she agreed.

The pair stood up and looked over the edge. The chair had fallen and hit a car parked below and shattered the windshield. Several people were looking up to the building and spied the half naked couple.

“Shit! We should get off the roof!” Noah panicked, grabbing his clothes.

“Well, I got off… how do you make the roof cum?”

“I’m going to get thrown out of my building!” Noah worried.

“Well… hopefully they let you go out the door and not get chucked off the roof!”

“Are you done, Halley?” Noah grumbled.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o8ds0l/fingerer_on_the_roof_mfpublicoc