For Mine:
So little time to spend together, and one would think that intimacy could be hasty and perhaps even awkward under such circumstances; lacking the luxury of foreplay, even of casual conversation in some cases.
This time was no different. Mere minutes, perhaps, though one could not know for certain how many, it was a given that before a half an hour passed, and likely half of that, he would be called away. Why not wait until there was more time, more opportunity to do it "right?" No answer for this except to say it just had to be. A day away from each other, the phone and internet our only connection, we'd surely said all we needed, and when we could be physically together, we needed what we could not get from either of those mediums: sensual fulfillment.
It was a small space, to begin with, and though it was private, it was not intrinsically so. Anyone who might desire to intrude would be seen several minutes in advance, and of course there was that heady thrill that went along with that possibility. The view: priceless. Nowhere in the world could ever share this same horizon. All directions were visible save for the limitation of overcast, and the height gave the feeling of flight, of vertigo, power. The climb to this vantage also took no small physical demand, yet the need was still so great that no words were spoken.
Instead, he pulled down my jeans to my knees, kissing me awkwardly as he opened his own. Turning me away, his hands slid up the front of my shirt as I bent forward eagerly exposing my needing orifices. True to form, he was ready and made swift intrusion into my glowing-hot, steaming pussy. I gasped, moaning, my voice echoing in the tall cylindrical structure we were half in, half out of. I heard his own muffled grunts as he buried his cock in me, driving me forward as he thrust repetitively, seeking depth, his fingers pulling at my hips, my own hands braced against the railing.
I let my cries be unmoderated, let them echo inside, and fade into the sky outside, borne on the breeze over treetops to the East. Oh, god it felt good, the hard-ramming heat, the slick friction, the way his swollen cock forced me apart, filling me, then withdrawing, then filling me again, again, again...
I realized I was whispering this "Again...again...." His fingers and hands slid up my sides, found each breast and teased the nipples, squeezing my breasts, tugging and twisting my nipples. I yelped in response. The twinges of pleasure seemed to draw through me, razor-sharp they cut through the slow, mellow rise of orgasm I'd been building, instead forcing me fast and hard into smaller ones. I leaned my head forward on my arms, bracing myself, gasping for air, pushing back in an attempt to slow the pace.
He would have none of it. He changed the angle of his thrust, with timing and skill. He knew just where to find that certain spot, the one that made me feel as if I were losing control, stole my breath, my strength and any sense. The juices sluiced down my thighs, which were trembling now. One finger slid upward on the inside of my thigh, scraping the slick wetness, gathering some, he licked his finger, grunted softly in appreciation, then used that lubrication to press into my ass. I cried out then so loudly, I feared someone in the city below just might hear me, but only briefly was that even considered, for I was cumming, and dizzy with it.
