I hadn’t seen her in a month and a half.  She was visiting her family, and I mine, and it had just worked out that way. New Years Eve was our first night together and there we were stuck at a party with too many friends and not enough room to raise a toast. 

We talked with the friends, drank some dry red wine with a buttery aftertaste, and patiently waited until the night was over.

Around 11:45 she took me by the hand and pulled me towards the bedroom.  She closed the door behind us, and just as I started to get excited she opened the sliding door to the balcony and pulled me out into the cold air. 

She was always a sucker for a great view, and this apartment had one of the best.  The entire city was spread out below us.

My arms were around her as we stood there facing the night and I kissed her gently on the cheek.  “Isn’t it beautiful?” she whispered to me as she turned her head and kissed me back. 

The night was strangely quiet, and the air was unseasonably warm.  Neither of us seemed to mind. 

Just as I was relaxing into the romanticism of the moment, she tilted her head back, kissed me again, and said, “so are you going to fuck me on this balcony or did you just come for the view?”

My hands slid up under her warm sweater, over her soft belly and up to even warmer breasts.  Her nipples hardened as my chilly fingers brushed them and she pushed back against me from the railing. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” I whispered into her ear.

My hand slid down to her jeans and undid them.  One hand slid between her thighs, which opened slightly to let me in.  A finger stroked her gently before pushing between the folds of her delicious warmth and sliding inside her. She moaned as she kissed me again, her fingers reaching for my buckle.

I pushed her jeans down until my freed cock felt the warm skin of her ass as it nestled between two perfect cheeks.  She leaned towards the railing, reached a hand between my legs, and pulled me into her. I pushed until I was buried completely.  Both of her hands were on the railing now, her eyes closed to the view as she thrust back, sliding me in and out of her.  I leaned in towards her, kissing the back of her neck as one hand moved around her to rub her clit as we fucked there in the moon light. 

We could hear the crowd inside as we thrust our bodies against each other panting into the cold air.  One hand continued to rub her as we fucked and they began to count down.  Ten! Thrust.  Nine!  Rub. She leaned her head back, arching her back until I was buried deeply inside her again, kissing me passionately and pressing herself against my rubbing fingers.  Four!  Three!  Two! One! And we were both shaking, and coming, and shivering, and breathing, and it was a perfect start to a new year.

—Guy New York