The Rooftop II (Audio Script)

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“This is just my luck. The one time I don’t leave early, the train gets cancelled and now I’m going to be late…”

It’s only been a few weeks since we started seeing each other, and it’s way too soon for me to be running late to our date tonight. I’m nervous, rushing and overthinking as I take the stairs two at a time.

Tonight, we’re going back to the rooftop for the first time since the night we met…

The night this whole thing started, just a gorgeous girl, me, and a silent city waiting for us to find each other.

It’s only as my door swings open that I remember that night didn’t start off so smoothly either.

That night sucked… right up until she showed up. Solving problems in the same breath she’s creating magic.

I don’t have the time to remember how she made me feel that night, or any of the times since, because I’m late to go meet her and I need to focus on what I’m doing. Change my shoes, my outfit… take off these paint-splattered overalls and grab..

A-ha! There it is. The hoodie I’m definitely going to need for the chilly night air that’s surely waiting for me.

“Ouch!”

Okay I probably should have stood still to pull that on but I’m already half an hour late and I don’t want to keep her waiting any longer.

I crest the final few stairs and burst through the heavy steel door to the rooftop access, my gaze scanning the horizon for my girl, who is hopefully still here, waiting for…

Me… except… I think she’s talking to someone. But it’s too hard to see from here, where I’m standing by the door.

The rooftop is broad and flat, cast in dips and curls of shadow from the surrounding buildings.

Even this time of night, late as it is, the city seems to hum with its own rhythm and it makes it harder to pick out the hushed murmur of her voice somewhere in the shadows beneath the city’s sounds.

I try, anyway.

“… don’t like to be… kept waiting…”

My head swings toward the murmur of her voice, and I think I see her on the far side of the rooftop.

She’s near the conversation area where we met, and my heart trips as I spot her in the corner of the sofa, her long legs stretched out and resting on the roof’s ledge.

I’m preparing my apology in my head, wishing I’d maybe stopped for flowers or something, as I start walking toward her but I only make it a few steps because…

Are her legs… spread? What is she doing?

I move slowly, one step and one limb at a time as I approach the couch where my goddess of a girlfriend is sprawled, lush thighs wide and…

Her fingers moving between them. Coaxing blooms of pleasure from her body the same way she does from the garden that now flourishes around me.

She’s flourishing too, coming alive as her fingers stroke and dip, moving like she knows what she wants… like she wants to take her time.

There’s nothing shy about the way she’s masturbating.

And she knows I’m coming, even if I’m late. The way she’s splayed and open, brazenly playing with her own pussy while she waits for me.

Like she wants to be seen. To be witnessed in this languid indulgence of her own hand, moving slow and sure in circles around her swollen clit.

I watch, frozen in awe, as her fingers roll and stroke her slick skin, one hand braced on her splayed thighs and as she cries out, I can’t help but notice the way her grip tightens on her own skin.

“Mmm, yeah, right there.”

My gaze trails down her thighs, bare, to her calves and feet… also bare… because of course, she’s only wearing the long t-shirt hiked up around her hips and I wonder if she came up here like this, bare from the waist down.

I wonder what she had planned for tonight, if she hoped it would be like before.

Or maybe like the other times…

Because if I’ve learned anything about my girl in the weeks since we began seeing each other, it’s that she likes to put on a show.

My own hands drift up, lightly brushing the sensitive tips of my chest through the thin hoodie I’m wearing as I watch her, remembering just how much she likes to be seen.

Like last week, in the woods behind the local park, her skirt and hair both splayed in the leaves as I ate her out… or when we went to the movies and her hand between my thighs danced, drawing pleasure from me until her hand covered my mouth to catch my moans….

I tweak the tight peak of my chest through my shirt, and bite my lip to muffle the sound.

She definitely likes to put on a show, to explore all the ways we can make each other feel good no matter where we are. But this…

I’ve never seen anything like this, and I cannot look away. It’s mesmerising… a magnetism of intimacy and impossible hotness that’s so simple and still, so indulgent.

God, she’s beautiful.

“Oh, god, yes.”

Her pleasure spikes through me as she talks herself through it, pooling low in my belly and making my breasts, my thighs and the space between them feel heavy and molten with desire as my skin prickles with the thrill of watching when I shouldn’t.

Being a voyeur to the woman who often shares my bed, seeing her like this when she thinks she’s alone…

It makes me hyperaware of my own body, and every function of it.

The rapid flutter of my pulse, the shallow dip and rise of my breath as I try to stay quiet and hidden here, where I can watch her.

Seeing her like this makes me so aware of myself, of us both and it makes every sensation feel more dangerous and more thrilling, and while one hand continues to tease and massage my heavy, sensitive breasts.

The other dips lower, toying with the hem of my too-short shorts, barely resisting the temptation to mirror her actions, to find my own way beneath my quickly dampening panties and touch myself the way she’s doing.

“Oh, fuck.”

A quick, involuntary buck of her hips against her hand seems to take us both by surprise and I immediately slap a hand over my mouth, hoping somehow she didn’t hear me….

But she definitely heard that, as her head whips toward my hiding place, wild eyes and wilder hair searching for me.

“Hi.”

As I step forward, out from between the largest tree in her garden, her gaze falls on me and the wildness in her eyes settles, moving rapidly between surprise, guilt, and then…

“Well there you are.”

The symphony of emotions ebbs, her eyes clearing of everything except the delight at my arrival and the undercurrent of need that being interrupted hasn’t quite erased.

“Here I am.”

“Just going to stand there and watch the show then?

Or maybe you want to join in?”

Her eyes roam my body, snagging briefly on the hand still resting at a breast, my chest visible through the fabric of my hoodie…

I squeeze my own breast, and her smile widens, her own fingers resuming their movement between her thighs as she watches me approach her.

The distance between us isn’t so vast, but it feels endless as I’m closing it, thinking of nothing other than her invitation to join her and my desire to feel the wet heat of her on my hands instead.

I bend, looming over her until her head cants up and her lips are close enough to mine to kiss.

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

“I’m sure you can think of a way to make it up to me.”

The hand that was between her legs reaches out, gripping my hoodie and-

“Oh!”

I stumble forward, trying to catch myself but failing as I tumble into her, all soft curves and small sounds as our bodies collide.

“Starting by getting rid of this.”

She tugs my hoodie again, gently, as I lean forward, wanting to…

As we kiss, she works my hoodie up, finding my breasts bare when her knuckles brush my chest as she pulls it toward my head.

“Ooh, what’s this?”

“I think you’ll find those are boobs.”

“Ha, ha. Such a funny girl, aren’t you? How funny will you be when I do this?”

Her head dips, mouth closing around my chest.

“Oh, mmmm.”

I’m still leaning over her, her talented tongue and lips working my chest as my back arches and we both work to pull my hoodie over my head until I’m bare from the waist up.

My fingers card through her wild hair, pressing and kneading into her scalp in the same rhythm she’s using to tug and tease my chest and it’s so much, so good, that I press her into me in a silent plea for more.

She seems to have other ideas as she gives me one sharp nip

“Oh, mm!”

Then she abruptly pulls back, my chest popping from between her swollen lips with a lewd sound that makes my pussy ache.

“You didn’t really think you could leave me here all alone for so long and get what you wanted so easily, did you, baby?”

A blush rises on my cheeks in time with the shift of the breeze against my exposed, now wet chest and I shiver.

“I know, I know… I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you, my benevolent and marvelous goddess of wonder and punctuality?”

“Well for starters, you can lose these.”

Her hands skim down my sides, to my hips, fingers hooking in the waist of my shorts and flicking them away as if she’s offended by them. They fall to the floor as she grips my hips and tugs me closer.

“And then you can come here, and give me everything I want…

Exactly how I want it.

”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

“And I like the feel of you.”

I’m straddling her lap before I register moving, my thighs bracketing her hips as I arch into her until my bare tits are pressed into the fabric of her faded t-shirt, and the drag of cotton against my sensitive skin is driving my need higher as her chin dips up and she takes my mouth, claiming me.

As we kiss, I cycle through the sensations of this moment. The wind on our skin, the sound of the city, the feel of her beneath me and her tongue fucking my mouth and it’s so much but somehow I just want more.

I want everything, as I try to shift and move, to work my thigh between hers and press it against her pretty pussy, because I want to give her everything.

She parts her legs and I think she’s amenable until her hands move to my hips, quickly, and she lifts me, shifting our bodies against one another like a wicked tease until I’m the one pressed into the cushions of the couch and she hovers above me.

“What are we doing?”

“You said you’d do what I want.. And I want you to finish what I started without you…

With your mouth.

”

I’m speechless, overwhelmed with desire as she shifts, crawling up my chest until all my senses are filled with her sweet, wet pussy, now just inches from my mouth.

Her hips shift, until she’s pressing her pussy against my mouth. My hands go to her thighs, squeezing and encouraging her to rock, to move the way she wants as I begin to suck and tease her lips.

“Mmm, yes. Let me ride your face, baby.”

And I do, working my tongue into every fold, sucking and licking the wet heat of her need from every inch of flesh I can reach as I let her use my face to take what she needs.

She uses me to take what she needs, rocking her hips to grind her clit against my nose as I alternate sucking her pussy lips and licking long, rough stripes along her sensitive swollen skin.

Her hips move, sharp, staccato swirls of need as she writhes above me and I can feel the way she arches, see past the apex of her pussy as she grinds on my face to see the way she’s–

God, she’s so fucking beautiful as she squeezes and teases her tits while she rides my face, hips rocking in time with the thrust of my tongue as I begin to fuck her with it.

“Yes, baby, like that. Don’t stop… yeah, right there.. Just like that.”

My chin is wet, dripping down my neck and chest and I don’t know if it’s my own spit of her desire but the thought of both makes me more desperate, more feral with the need to give her everything she needs and–

“Oh baby, baby, please, yes. I need- yes, there.”

Her pleas become desperate, almost incoherent, as she rolls her hips and grinds on my face. A gush of her desire spills onto my tongue and I’m greedy, licking and sucking her even as she pants above me.

I can feel my heartbeat between my thighs as my clit throbs, and my own need seems to rise in time with her desperation as she dips forward, clit pressing into my nose for more friction, more…

“Yes, yes, yes, more.. I need… more, yes, fuck, baby, yes”

My head turns, moving away from the dripping desperation of my girlfriend’s pussy for just a moment to tell her

“Yes, don’t stop. passion all over my face, baby. Take what you need.”

I suck and lick at her, my fingers digging into her thighs as I try to overstimulate, overwhelm and utterly undo the goddess writhing above me.

The swollen, slick need of her consumes me as she uses my face, my tongue, to get what she needs.

“Gonna passion in your mouth baby, are you ready?”

“I need it. I need to… fuck, yes, yes right–”

I swipe and swirl my tongue, tipping my nose into her clit once more, just the way I know she likes.

She passion in my mouth, a gush of fluid that drips over my lips and down my chin even as I suck and swallow, trying to consume every drop of her climax.

My hands on her thighs give a gentle squeeze as she tries to steady her breath.

“Holy shit that was fun.”

“It definitely was… you’re fucking perfect, every

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