City Lights (Audio Script)

Stories

“This way.”

And here I am, in this tight dress at the top of a skyscraper, overlooking the whole city. I can’t help but marvel at the way the raindrops shimmer in the city lights.

This city really never sleeps. Even though it’s midnight, there’s still plenty of people out and about. A train arrives at the station below, and it illuminates the dark night.

In the office chair across the room, he watches me watch the city. He watches with more interest than I expected since he sees this view every day. The tingling at the back of my neck makes me think that maybe it’s me he’s appreciating instead of the view.

But it’s our first date, and I can’t be too sure. We had a great dinner, and the oysters were divine…

When he mentioned that he worked at the top of this building just down the street, I couldn’t resist asking him to bring me up here. I’ve always wondered what the city looked like at night from all the way up here.

And now that I’m here, a little tipsy from the champagne, I’m so glad I asked. My forehead rests against the cool glass as I try to catch a glimpse of the street below… but I can’t even see the street in front of the building from up here.

That’s pretty much how I feel here where it’s just the two of us so far above the city lights… floating in space, no ground below me as I wonder where this night might lead.

But with the weight of his gaze on me, I’m not sure I’ll be wondering for long.

When I asked him to bring me up here, I know he might have thought I meant for him to take me home…

I knew exactly what I was agreeing to when I followed him into the elevator.

He’s good looking, charming, and just the right kind of bad boy vibe that gets me going.

I can’t stop thinking about her legs. The way they look in those… hmm, Is she wearing stockings, or tights?

That dark seam disappears underneath the hem of her dress, and it’s so fucking tempting… I want to follow it all the way up and find out where it ends.

The way she’s silhouetted against the distant city lights is nothing short of breathtaking…

And her curves and the way she’s looking back at me is making me weak.

From the moment I saw her, she had an effect on me. I wanted to make an impression so with a racing heart, I kissed her offered hand.

She seemed to really like that, and the bow I offered for impact.

And now that we’re up here, and it’s just the two of us?

I can feel the anticipation pulse in time with the beat of my heart.

I watch as the glass fogs up in front of her….

It’s not that cold out, but maybe she’s hot enough to steam things up on her own.

I definitely think she is.

Watching her makes me wonder how she’d feel if I took the first step, and made the first move. I could stand now, and move closer…

But maybe that’s not enough, with a woman like her.

She’s a strong independent woman, she knows exactly what she wants.

I’m contemplating, weighing my options as my gaze lingers on her silhouette when she turns and… I’m captured by her gaze as she meets my eyes.

The way she looks at me leaves no doubt about what she wants.

And I know I want her too. I don’t want to wait.

“Pull up your dress for me.”

His voice goes right through me.

The tone in his voice is clear: up here, we're in his world. He makes the calls.

Should I go along with it? On the first date?

I know the smart thing would be to leave… but–

Maybe being smart is for down there, where the raindrops meet the concrete and run off into the drains.

Up here, those same raindrops are free falling. Anything could happen.

I want to be free too, and I lean into the reckless thrill I feel when I consider doing as he asks.

I hold his gaze, feeling the tension of our shared desire rises between us.

As he watches me, I know I want to play along.

I barely stop myself from groaning when her fingers find the hem of her dress and she begins to lift it, ever so slowly.

I can’t believe she’s actually doing it.

As the tight material rises, the lace top of her stocking is revealed and… fuck, she looks so good.

She continues to lift her dress until the curve of her ass peeks out, all smooth bare skin on display for me.

The view’s incredible, and I struggle to stay seated. If I were a weaker man, I’d be behind her, touching her already.

Instead, I wait…

It’s her move now. Her choice if she wants to take this further… but I can’t help myself when I encourage her to keep going.

“Higher…”

She turns, gazing over her shoulder to watch me as I take her in. Mischief and arousal dance in her eyes.

Slowly, she glides her hands across her skin and caresses her thighs.

His eyes glow in the dim light with what I’m pretty sure is arousal. A quick drop of my gaze and I can see how hard he is through his expensive suit slacks.

I want to reach out and wrap my hand around his hard cock through his clothes, right now…

…but I want to take my time with the tease. Don’t want to rush the moment.

His gaze is expectant and hungry as he watches. He wants more, and I’m going to give it to him.

But not without a tease. I lift the hem of my dress a little higher, but not high enough

I want to see how he’s going to handle the brat in me.

I toy with the fabric while looking at him shyly.

Should I really show him what’s under my dress?

His eyes widen as he watches me.

“Come on, keep going. Don’t leave me hanging like that…

”

She drops her dress, the very opposite of what I need, but before I can correct her, she starts teasing the tops of her thigh-high stockings… they fit her perfectly. I can’t look away as I watch her begin to roll them down.

It’s so sexy, the way she bends forward as she works the silky material down her skin. She doesn’t bend her knees and instead, leans forward so her ass is sticking out.

She looks delicious, the sweet curve of her… my mouth waters as I barely resist the urge to take a bite.

She slips off one of her heels but only briefly as she discards the stocking before she begins again on the other side.

What’s the plan here?

She follows the same routine with her second leg and I watch, mesmerised, until she moves to collect both discarded stockings. Then, she’s moving toward me, hips swaying as she walks.

She opens her palms, and the stockings unroll in time with her steps until she’s standing in front of me, all bare legs and shimmery nylon dangling at her sides.

Suddenly, I have the overwhelming urge to be part of the tease too, I could at least loosen my tie a little… maybe undo a few buttons.

She stands between my spread legs, and her knee rests between mine. As I reach up to begin unbuttoning my shirt, she grabs my hands to still them.

“Oh no, baby… that’s not how we’re playing this tonight.

”

I grab his hand and softly pull it away from where he grips the collar of his shirt.

He suddenly seems confused. He didn’t expect this turn of events, but he doesn’t fight it.

I push his arm back on the armrest and then…

“Hey!”

…I tie him down.

The Nylon is so stretchy, and I know it won’t hold if he really doesn’t want to play this game with me.

But he doesn’t seem too eager to escape. He holds still, allowing me to tie both arms to the armrest of his seat.

“Ah-ah! Did you just try to kiss me? Bad boy.

”

“Why do you think I tied you up? You’ll have to be patient for a while.

”

“Well, that didn’t work.

”

I have to admit, the thrill of this is something else. She went from the picture of innocence to cruel mistress… just like that.

Quite the whiplash. And I really don’t know where all of this is going.

She walks backward, toward the window and away from me again, making sure I watch her every step of the way.

That smug smile on her lips is driving me wild and I can tell how much she enjoys this power she’s got.

I just kinda wish she’d let me loosen my tie before she restrained me like this. It’s hot in here and only getting hotter as I watch her.

When she reaches the glass, she leans back, slowly kneeling in front of the panoramic windows.

She holds my gaze as she begins to touch herself, hand sliding down her curves in the most enticing way.

Her fingertips slide under the hem of her dress and slowly start pulling it up, revealing the black lace of her panties with every revealed inch…

From the way the fabric shines between her thighs, she seems to be enjoying this too.

She turns again, presenting me with her gorgeous ass as she drags her fingers through her hair. Every move is timed to the beat of the music.

I watch in awe as she begins to slowly work the zipper down the back of her dress.

I am speechless and my cock aches as I watch the silver tab slide down. She’s unbelievable.

I ease the fabric slowly, letting it drape and drag as it falls across my shoulders before dropping to give him a clear view of my bare back.

He knows now that I have no bra on and I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I turn and he gets his first full view of me in nothing but these tiny black panties.

I turn, and watch his face change in awe as he slowly takes in every inch of my body.

He’s almost drooling.

I think he might even be sweating as his hot gaze trails across my exposed skin.

I lean back, letting the cool glass relieve the burning anticipation I feel as he watches me.

Mh, the contrast of the way the glass feels is so good.

The heat between my thighs is growing, and it’s hard to resist the urge to reach down and touch myself.

But I love watching him squirm and he’s already looking like he might overheat…

I don’t want to overwhelm him but I’m not the one tied up, and I’m not sure I can resist… he’s watching every movement as I slide my hand between my legs…

I rub myself over my panties, enjoying the feel of the wet fabric. God, I’m so horny.

Fuck, I can’t look away as she slips a finger beneath the fabric of her panties and the way she moans tells me she’s probably teasing her clit.

But what about me? My cock is so hard, it feels like it’s about to burst. I’m so desperate I’m sweating and I can’t help but wonder… is she trying to torture me?

The show is so damn hot, I’m not sure I care if she is.

Her moans are getting needier as she turns again so her arm is resting against the glass and her ass is pushed out toward me. She looks so fucking hot.

I can see her fingers moving beneath fabric between her spread legs as she… is she fingering herself?

I can’t remember the last time I felt this wild, showing off like this… but the way he’s sweating for me turns me on so much.

His forehead glistens with how hot I’m making him.

“You alright over there? Feeling warm?

”

He swallows hard, nodding but not saying anything.

I walk slowly toward him as he watches me. When I reach him I straddle his lap, and my thighs fit perfectly beneath the arm rests where his hands are bound so I can slide forward until I’m fully against him.

Through the layers of our clothes, I can feel his throbbing cock and I can’t resist the urge to roll my hips.. Pressing my pussy into his thick hard length.

Mmm, I love the pressure of his need between my legs and the way it makes the need in my core so much stronger.