"And just where are we going?" She asked.
"You'll see." I promised.
"It's late, I have to get home."
"And you will. Just not yet." After nearly an hour of being cooped up in the car on the way home from a dinner date out of town, I knew the last thing she wanted was to remain in the car for another moment. My own legs were beginning to feel the effects of confinement. But I also knew the surprise would be well worth it. "Trust me."
We pulled off the highway on the downtown loop—not the exit she was expecting—and crossed two blocks down to a secured parking garage. I pulled into the drive and fished my card out of my wallet.
"What are we doing here? You didn't leaving something at work did you?"
I made no reply as the metal gate trundled up and admitted us to the inside of the structure. I drove up the incline and round and up an incline and round and up again. I passed my assigned spot without slowing down, and finally emerged on the roof level of the garage. I parked under a bright flood light that bathed the roof in a pool of amber.
"Come on, there's something I want to show you."
We exited the car, and walked toward the raised wall that marked the edge of the building. For only nine stories, the garage offered a heck of a view, far taller than the immediate squat buildings on either side, but dwarfed by the skyscrapers that made up the rest of downtown, which was lit for the holidays. Lights gleamed from the windows of buildings, Christmas decorations adorned the streets, and just past the roof of the next building over, we could see the top of the city Christmas tree.
She planted her gloved hands on the wall and looked out over the city. "Okay, this was worth a stop." She said, admiring the view. I was admiring something else, watching her bend at the waist to take the view in. She was wearing her black 'fuck me' pumps tonight, a sure sign that regardless of how tired she was, she still planned to act up tonight. Rising from the black heels were a pair of nice stalking clad legs topped off with a black skirt, a skirt that didn't hide her shapely ass.
Looking at her posed that way gave me a massive hard on. I set about quietly freeing myself from the confines of my pants and walked up behind her.
I put my hands on her hips in a familiar hug, and she sighed. Then I surprised her by hooking my hands up under her skirt and pulling her panties down. She gasped, but I had them stripped to her ankles and planted my face between her legs before she could utter a complaint.
"What... what... oooooh..."
The complementing extremes of the cool night air and the heat radiating from her pussy danced across my face. I breathed in the peach fragrance of her, working my tongue across the soft folds. She was already wet, but I wanted to make sure I'd have no trouble for what came next. She shuddered, and not just from the cold air.
My dick was hard, bobbing out from my groin like a diving board. I stood up and positioned myself behind her. The pumps brought her up to just the right height. I dove and my bulbous head and thick shaft disappeared into the soft pink folds of her in one long smooth stroke. She inhaled with a startled squawk. I gave her a moment to enjoy the fullness, and she responded by grinding back against me, little circular movements of her hips, pushing me in and out of her.
The city felt alive around us. Lights blazed from windows of skyscrapers and radio antenna above us, traffic signals and rolling traffic below. Our own circle of amber lighting was a harsh mimic of candlelight, just as our rough grunts and thrusts were perverted shades of lovemaking.
Across the street, an office building—one of those that never truly closed up shop after hours—blazed its florescent lights into the darkness, turning everything inside into sharp silhouettes. A man, staying late in some thankless job no doubt, stood near the windows making copies. We watched him as we fucked, almost wishing him to look our way.
She removed one glove and moved that hand to her wet dripping snatch, furiously working her clit.
