©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#704)
Someone’s in trouble…

©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#704)

Someone’s in trouble…

I Won’t Let You Fall

It was pouring when we climbed the stairs to the roof. The bar on the top floor was packed, but above us the fake grass soaked up the rain all on its own. It was misty, cold, and wet, but we stood for a long while looking out over the river. The Village was a tangle of streets and gardens, but all we could make out was the blurry outlines of other rooftop escapes.


She startled when I pushed her out from beneath the overhang, but I followed quickly behind her until we reached the tall glass wall that surrounded the terrace. I pressed her against it, her fingers splayed and her dress instantly soaked through.


“Do you like the view?” I asked.


“It’s scary,” she whispered.


“Do you want to go back downstairs?”


She responded only by pushing her hips to me, and I pressed her harder to the glass wall. Without another word I slid her panties off before pushing two fingers into her cunt. I kissed the back of her neck as I struggled with my zipper, and there was suddenly no going back. I needed to be insider her more than I needed to feel safe, and even the cold rain inspired me. I struggled with her body, pulling her ass back towards me and lifting her feet off the ground in the process.


“Oh God,” she moaned. She was suspended between my body and the thin clear barrier that was now the only thing keeping her from the city streets far below.


When I slid inside her it was not graceful. I lifted her higher and pulled her to me, thrusting my cock inside her as best I could, and she screamed. She tried to push back, but I held her tightly, fucking her faster and harder. My fingers dug into her skin as I watched my cock disappear between the lips of her pussy, and for a second I was mesmerized by her asshole. It only two a few seconds of wondering if I should fuck her there too for me to come. I smashed her against the wall, feeling it tremble beneath our weight, and I held her there coming deeply inside her.


When I finally released her, she turned instantly and wrapped her arms around me. She pushed me back from the edge of the roof, and kissed me as the rain continued to pound us.


“Holy shit that was terrifying,” she said. “I think I hate you.”


“I wouldn’t let you fall,” I said.


“It was terrifying,” she said once more. “We have to do that again.”

 

Guy New York

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©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#571)
If you’re not sure what to wear tonight, I suggest this.

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#571)

If you’re not sure what to wear tonight, I suggest this.

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If you haven’t fucked anyone on a roof lately, then get to it!

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#456)

If you haven’t fucked anyone on a roof lately, then get to it!

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Another view from the roof…

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#437)

Another view from the roof…

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You will never meet a sweeter or more lovely person. Also, lots of sexy. 

©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#436)

You will never meet a sweeter or more lovely person. Also, lots of sexy. 

The Last Night on the Roof

Tonight we decided to fuck before we went out. 

We went back and forth about where to meet up, but in the end we both knew it would be the roof.  It’s just warm enough out, and we’re preparing for what’s to come.  We’re preparing for the cold wind and the warm fires, and we’re preparing for the inevitable pressure to fall in love with our one-night stands.  It happens each winter, and there’s nothing to do but expect it.

The roof was empty because it should have been cold out.  We were both dressed for dive bars rather than dance clubs, but neither one of us paid much attention to our clothes.  All we cared about was one last chance to fuck in the open air and not worry about frostbite.

We stood for a moment as we looked out over the city and for a minute I thought it might not happen.  I thought the warm air and view might be enough, but when I wrapped my arms around her it was a different story.  She was familiar and new at the same time and it felt like my hands on her hips were completely connected to the amount of blood in my cock.  She barely pushed against me before she laughed and it didn’t bother me in the slightest.

She reached a hand in through my open zipper and I kissed the back of her neck.  I undid the buttons of her jeans and slid my fingers in between her folds as she squeezed me so hard that I screamed.

The only way to fuck on a rooftop is over the railing and she knew it before I said a word.  She wiggled her jeans down around her knees and leaned forward before I could undo my belt. She waited like a saint, looking down over the streets below, and I watched from far away as I slipped in between her thighs. I grunted and she moaned, and the city dissolved around us as we fucked high above it.

Fucking her from behind sometimes feel solitary, and tonight was no different.  Her face was hidden from me, and all I could see was my cock moving inside her and the slow movement of her hips as she thrusts back against me.  She felt delicate and powerful all at the same time, and every subtle change in position was a completely new sensation.

We both knew we couldn’t come that way, and for a while it didn’t matter.  It wasn’t until she told me she wanted to that we decided to move.  We were both far enough gone that worry was less important than lust, and when she said she needed to come, I pushed her down onto her back on the black tar roof.  I lifted her knees up, pushed them together, and pressed back inside her to our mutual moans of pleasure.  I tore are her jeans as I fucked her, and she kicked off her shoes into the darkness.

It wasn’t until her legs could finally open all the way, and I could press down fully against her body that we came.  It wasn’t until she reached a hand between her legs and I bit her lip that we came.  It wasn’t until she called me a name I can’t repeat and I told her to be a good little girl that we came. It wasn’t until the door opened behind us, and she screamed into the night sky that we came.

It was the last warm night until April, and we both knew it as we shook around each other and soaked one another’s bodies.  We kissed and we smiled, and by the time we were dressed the rest of the night seemed completely unimportant.

—Guy New York