The Rooftop

I always forget how much I love the view from up here. But it’s just what I need after such a stressful day.

But it’s a clear night, and now I’ve got time to unwind…

Plus, this cheap bottle of wine is much better than I expected.

Maybe that’s my secret win for the day, since nothing else worked out the way I hoped… honestly not mad about it if it is.

Looking out over the city like this really has a way of making you feel small, and in the grand scheme of things, it’s like all the stuff that’s bothering me is small too.

Sure, I can’t see as many stars as I could in the country, but I can see people rushing from one place to the other, look- that girl down there is laughing like she’s just heard the funniest thing and from up here, I can imagine anything I’d like about her day.

“Ouch!”

What even is this? Where did all these come from? There must be like, a hundred kinds of soil and plant-y things.

Did a gardener move in? I swear this shelf’s been empty since I moved in… oh, did something roll under… ugh, let me just flip the flashlight on to-

“Almost… here we– GOT IT!”

I can’t believe I came up here to relax and ended up knocking over half a greenhouse worth of gardening stuff… I don’t even know what all of this is doing up here, it’s a rooftop! In the middle of the city.

And last I checked, no one in this building has much of a green thumb.

“I just wanted this night to go better than the day did. Is that so much to ask? ”

“Doesn’t sound like it to me.”

“Holy shit!!!! Where did you come from?”

The woman standing to near the fairy lights looks vaguely familiar, but I don’t think I know her and I definitely didn’t hear her come out here.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I kinda thought you’d hear the big, steel door when I closed it? ”

She’s got a point, that door is so loud. But I’d been lost in my own world, I guess.

“Kinda hard to hear anything from down here… besides, I didn’t think anyone else came up here. Except apparently Glinda Greenthumb and all this gardening stuff…”

I’m not really annoyed, it’s just that she snuck up on me and I hate being surprised… especially by blindingly hot women when I’m in my sweats, alone with a bottle of wine.

As I stand and begin to clean up the mess I made, I try to take careful glances at her without looking like a creep. She’s tall, or taller than me at least, and she looks effortlessly relaxed but put together.

Her jeans ride low on her hips, a thin tank top the only thing insulating her from the cool breeze blowing across the otherwise warm rooftop. Her hair is long, messy and lived-in, in a way that gives her that kind of effortlessly cute look.

She looks familiar, but I definitely don’t know this woman…

“Have we met?”

“Not officially, but I’ve seen you around, I live above you…”

“Right! You moved in a few months ago, just before the Big snow! ”

“Big snow!”

“I did, that’s me… Glinda Greenthumbs, at your service. That snow storm was really something, huh? It looked incredible from up here.”

She raises her hand and I notice for the first time, a tiny pot with a little white flower peeking out of green shoots of grass. I have no idea what it is, but am briefly struck by how similar it looks to a clitoris before I shake off the highly specific analogy.

“So you’re the gardener! Looks like I owe you an apology… but wow, all of this is yours?? How have you pulled all this off, if I’ve never seen you up here before? ”

“I mean, not much planting I could have done before now, is there? I don’t usually come up at night though, maybe that’s how we’ve missed each other… but I’ve seen you around.”

I watch her watching me as she speaks, she seems so confident that she’s seen me around and maybe she has, but I’m equally confident that we haven’t actually met because I definitely wouldn’t have forgotten a woman like her.

How could I, when she looks like she does?

Maybe I was wrong about the good wine being my win tonight… maybe this gardening goddess is the real win. God, I could be so lucky…

She’s still watching me, looking amused, and I realise I must have been staring.

“So, if you’re not usually up here at night… what’s brought you up now? ”

“I was listening to public radio- I know, I know, but it helps me relax- And heard there’s a blackout spreading across the city. I wanted to see it for myself. ”

“Blackout?”

The surprise I feel is evident in my voice as I whip around, turning my gaze toward the sprawling city lights below. Except even as I move, the city is being plunged into darkness. I feel my neighbor move, feel the warmth of her skin as she brushes my shoulder when she comes to stand beside me.

We stand silently as the blackout seems to swallow the city, like a giant blanket putting all the buildings to bed.

“It’s kind of poetic, isn’t it? Almost... Romantic, seeing the whole whole city so bare. ”

“Yeah, I didn’t really think of it like that, but I can definitely see it… ”

She looks skeptical, tilting her head as she seems to try to change the angle of her vision - as if she could capture my perspective if she looked a little to the left.

“How did you imagine it then? What does it make you feel?”

Her hip bumps mine as she considers the question, and electric tension sparks across my skin from the place she touched me. It’s thrilling, and I want more… It’s been so long since I had sex, since I even kissed a woman, and it’s almost embarrassing how strongly I’m reacting to her mere proximity.

“It makes me feel overwhelmed, I think. ”

“Overwhelmed how? ”

I say this instead of telling her I can relate, because then I’d have to tell her I’m overwhelmed by her beauty… her proximity… being alone with her like this in the dark.

I try not to sink into the thought, and focus on the oblivion beyond the edge of our rooftop while she thinks it over.

“Well, to be honest… I can’t decide if this is amazing or a little bit terrifying”

“Why not both? ”

“True. It’s definitely both… can you imagine being down there at the bodega, just trying to get your dinner and being plunged into pitch black like this? ”

“If anything’s worth that in this city, it’s definitely their food… but can you imagine trying to cross the street? ”

“God, no. It’d be like playing real life Frogger… and I was terrible at Frogger! ”

I turn when I feel her shudder next to me, and in the low light, I’m rewarded by the curve of her smile.

God, she’s gorgeous. She’s got one of those faces that makes me want to trace every curve and memorize the way every feeling looks when she wears it on her expressive face.

I need to do something with my hands before I reach out and touch her, so I turn away, looking for the glass of wine I set down before she appeared.

“But we don’t have to worry about that from up here, at least… and I guess I don’t need to finish that work project tonight after all, if the whole city’s lost power”

“No, looks like the only thing you’ve got to worry about is that empty glass tonight. ”

“And as far as worries go, that’s an easy one. I’ve got the solution right here!”

“Ooh, a whole bottle. Don’t suppose you’re inclined to share? ”

I’d probably share whatever she wanted if she asked me to, especially with the way she’s looking at me right now.

Her eyes are wide and fixed on my mouth as she asks. I briefly wonder what she’d say if I sipped the wine and told her to come get it.

The thought takes me by surprise, even as my cheeks turn pink and a warm arousal pools low in my belly.

“Is that a no then? Or is there something on my face? ”

I was definitely staring again. Crap, I’ve got to stop doing that.

“Definitely happy to share… and no, nothing on your face except that pretty smile. ”

I freeze after I say it, utterly horrified at myself for a moment before I rush out…

“You like merlot?”

I watch her, trying to be casual, and definitely hoping she doesn’t dwell on that inside thought that accidentally became an outside thought.

“I do like merlot… and I like that you like my smile… got another glass?”

“Oh.. I, uh, don’t actually… let’s see..”

“Well, I’m not above drinking from the bottle”

She leans even closer, fully in my space now, as she takes the bottle from my hand.

“If you don’t mind swapping spit with me. ”

She stays in my space as she begins to fill my glass while holding eye contact with me.

It’s so intense, I can’t speak, so I just nod.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?”

My heart rate doubles in an instant as her fingertips brush mine with the words. She’s so close now, just the bottle of wine held between us, and the rapidly growing sexual tension.

“Or maybe you’d rather I share your glass?”

She leans forward, her hand lightly covering mine on the stem of my wine glass. Slowly, so she can be sure I’m watching her, she brings the glass to her lips and takes a sip.

The way her throat moves as she swallows may as well be porn with the way my body responds. The heat in my belly spreads like wildfire, tingles racing across my skin until my nipples peak beneath my hoodie.

“You can do whatever you’d like.”

“To you? Or the wine?”

She’s bold, bolder than I could ever be, but I’m grateful for it because it means she’s already in my space, already saying the things I’m thinking.

And maybe, if the heat in her eyes is anything to go by, she wants the same things too. Because what I want right now more than anything is her lips on mine instead of on my glass.

“Both”

The darkness of the city below feels really stark now as she pulls my wine glass away and sets it down on the rooftop’s edge, along with the still mostly full bottle of merlot.

Without the glass in my hand to give me something to do, I’m acutely aware of how close she is, and how badly I want her to be closer.

With the sprawling dark surrounding us, it kind of feels like we’re the only two people in the entire city.

My whole world seems to shrink and pulse in the space between us as we watch each other on this dark rooftop.

“I’ve never wanted anything so badly. ”

“Do you mean that?”

The intensity of her eyes when she asks me makes me widen mine, because that’s the exact moment I said that out loud.

But I did mean it. I do. I want this gorgeous woman, and I want her mouth on mine right here on this rooftop, right now. I want it more than I want my next breath, I think.

Instead of telling her all that, I hold her intense gaze and nod.

“You’re going to have to give me more than that, gorgeous. If you want more, I need you to tell me. ”

“I need to know you want this with me, and not just because it’s dark and you can pretend I’m someone else.”

The scorn in her voice when she says this leads me to believe she’s had some not nice experiences and the last thing I want is to be another one.

Instead, I want to make her forget anyone else, or anything else that came before the two of us, right here, alone on this rooftop in the endless night.

“It’s you I want. Your wild hair and sharp eyes, and that merlot stained mouth I can’t stop staring at. It’s not ‘someone’... and it’s got nothing to do with the dark. I want you. ”

And something in the ferocity of my words seems to soften her, she leans toward me like a moth to a flame and I feel the warmth of her body just a breath away from touching mine.

It gives me enough confidence to make the first move.

I bridge the gap and cover her lips with mine.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry.”

My brief moment of bravery has popped like a balloon and I widen my eyes, moving to take a step back from her, to give her space and hope that-

But before I can, her arm is on mine, tugging me closer, until we are chest to chest and her soft lips are just a breath from mine.

“Don’t be.”

“I think you’re right. This is pretty romantic.”

“Glad you see it my way now…”

But she’s looking at me and that soft look is gone. Instead, she looks hungry.

“Romantic is fine. But I think we could do better.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I think we have a city wide blackout and no other plans tonight. There’s no one watching, and they couldn’t see us if they were. Romantic is great, but don’t you want to try something new? Something more… exciting? ”

With every word, her hands are roaming my body, teasing and touching me, little strokes and sharper grasps of my ass, my hips before her hand plunges into my hair with a gentle tug.

I’m not sure what could be more exciting than the feel of her mouth on mine, her body pressed curve for curve against me as her kiss heats my blood and the cool night air licks our skin.

But she seems to have a pretty good idea, because she’s grinning up at me between the kisses she’s sprinkling across my jaw… my throat… across to the other side as she works toward my collarbone at the edge of my hoodie.

“You like the way my lips feel on your skin like this? ”

Her hands skim beneath the cropped hem of my top, touching the bare skin of my waist and the flair of my hips as she watches my reactions.

“Come on, gorgeous, tell me what you like ”

“Your mouth… your hands… I want more.”

I can’t see her reaction in the low light but she seems to like it as she continues to make her way down my body until she’s kneeling before me, my back pressed against the railing that overlooks the city below us.

Her hot breath fans across my bare stomach, then her lips and tongue are tracing a path across my soft, sensitive skin as her fingertips lift my hoodie.

She coaxes the top up and I help her by lifting it and pulling it over my head. I toss it in the general direction of the furniture, and focus on her as she kneels before me.

“Oh… god, I– ”

Her mouth on the swell of my breast makes me incoherent as her expert tongue dips and swirls like it was designed to make me crave her.

“Those sounds you’re making… if this is getting you hot, I can’t wait to hear what happens next. But whatever you do, don’t stop, baby. I want the whole fucking city to hear you. ”

Her voice is part sex, part command, and all of me is under her spell. It’s all I can do to wind my hand in her hair and moan in agreement.

“So good… your mouth feels so good.”

She reaches up to tweak a nipple, which makes me writhe against her.

My hips move of their own accord, bucking and rolling desperately into the empty air as she takes her sweet time kissing my hips and nipping my skin through the shorts I’m wearing.

“Are you wearing anything under here, baby?”

I shake my head, but then realise she can’t see me in the dark.

“No…”

“Good. Easier to do this then..”

It almost sounds like she’s talking to herself but I don’t have time to ask what she means before her teeth find the fabric and drag my loose shorts down my thighs.

“Fuck, baby. I can feel the heat of you and I haven’t even touched you yet. ”

I should probably be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m just horny and desperate for more… I don’t care what she says, as long as she doesn’t stop.

“I’m going to grab those lush hips of yours, and I’m going to turn you around…”

“Ah, ah. None of that. Listen to me before you complain; I’m going to turn you around… and spread those pretty thighs, and you’re going to stick your ass out so I can eat that needy pussy of yours, okay? ”

She doesn’t give me time to process that before she does exactly as she says.

My bare tits are pressed against the cool railing as she spins me by my hips, pressing me forward to spread my thighs so that my throbbing, desperate pussy is exposed to the cool air and her hot, waiting mouth.

“Oh god!”

“You can call me goddess.”

“Just don’t stop, please. Oh, yes. There.”

She sucks and licks my lips, parting them with her tongue before she swirls it around my clit.

The nudge of her nose against my ass only makes this feel filthier as she presses me further forward, my tits against the railing as the cool makes goosebumps raise across my body.

The city looms beyond this railing, dark and decadent as it swallows every moan while she fucks me with her mouth.

I bring my hands up, arching a little to pinch and tease my own nipples while she fucks me and it presses my pussy harder onto her face.

“Fuck… fuck, yes… suck my clit, like that.”

I rock my hips, mindless and desperate for this feeling. It’s too much, but it’s not enough and I never want her to stop.

She doesn’t, and she seems to sense the urgency as she doubles her efforts, suckling my clit and working a finger, then two, into my greedy pussy.

“Fuck, yeah, like that… you’re fucking me so good, I can’t— Don’t stop, please, don’t stop. I’m close, so close.”

“You’re close? Good. I want you to cum on my face.”

Her filthy words only make me more desperate as she gets back to work, sucking and fucking and licking and teasing me until.

“Oh god, oh yes… fuck, I’m gonna—”

I pinch my nipples, twisting and tugging to try to match the feeling of her mouth as she works me…

“Yes, yes yes… I’m cumming.”

My pussy is still pulsing and clenching around her fingers when I feel her other hand at my hip, urging me to turn…

“You sound so fucking sweet when you’re cumming on my tongue. Just the sound of you makes me wet… but the taste of you made me desperate. ”

She stands again, her tall frame crowding me against the railing as her thin tank top presses against my overly sensitive breasts.

The feel of her peaked nipples through her tank top sends a zing of awareness across my skin, heat pulsing between my thighs even though I just came.

It’s too dark to see her clearly, but I can feel just fine as I rub myself against her body like a cat, and when she dips her chin toward mine, I can smell my own arousal on her lips just moments before—

“You like the taste of your cum on my tongue, baby?”

“So good. Thank you. ”

“But I want to make you feel good too.”

“Well there’s nothing stopping you.”

The challenge in her voice turns me on, but it’s the hint of desperation that really does it for me as I wrap my arms around her waist and press my lips to her neck, kissing her like she did to me as I walk her backward toward the pair of couches where we left our wine.

“Lay back. ”

I gently urge her onto the couch, hooking my thumbs into her jeans as I do.

I want to pull them off, to kneel before her and devour her pussy until she’s writhing beneath me… I want to make her cum.

“Wait, can I-”

I wait, knowing damn well I’ll give her anything she needs right now.

“Sit back... I want to… I like it better when I can ride. Can I show you? ”

“Lead the way, goddess.”

She urges me forward until I join her on the sofa, my body once again pinned between her soft body and a hard surface.

But then, she’s straddling me and she’s naked from the waist down… the heat of her pussy is pressed against my thigh as she leans forward, arching into me until her breasts press into mine and we’re kissing again.

My hands are all over her body, squeezing her ass, and tugging her hair as she grinds against my thigh.

She’s so wet, so hot, and my skin gets slicker with every roll of her hips.

I encourage her, holding her hips, and moaning into her mouth as it meets mine messily while she humps my thigh.

I grip her ass, rocking her hips to encourage the rhythms she’s set as her kisses get messier and more desperate..

“Oh yeah, fuck.So good. You feel so good. Let me ride you… yeah, just what I need ”

This is so fucking hot, I’ve never had a woman ride my thigh like this before, and I never want it to end. But I want to give her what she needs, so I wrap my arm around her, my fingertips finding their way between her spread thighs until I find her hot, wet entrance and she stills, briefly.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes… fuck, please.. yes.”

I slip a finger inside, filling her as she sinks down on my hand.

“Oh yes, yeah.. So good.. Fill me while I-ahhh, yes”

She’s grinding on me, my thigh a slick and sticky mess as she rocks and humps me, taking what she needs.

“Fuck, it’s so good… you feel so good. Just right, fuck, yes, yes… don’t stop”

“That’s it, that’s it, ride me… yes, fuck, you look so good.”

I lean forward, capturing her breast through her thin tank top as she rocks and rubs herself against me, fucking my fingers and taking what she needs…

I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking her through the fabric of her top.

“Ahhh, fuck, yes… so good, so good… yes, oh yes ”

She sounds so perfect, feels so fucking good as she rides me… even in the dark, I know I’ve never seen anything so fucking radiant.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop, I’m gonna give you what you need… that’s it, just like that”

“So good. So… fuck, I’m close, I’m so close… don’t stop, don’t stop… please”

“You’re close, you’re so close. That’s it, keep going, you want to cum?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, I need it… please, I need to cum”

“That’s it, that’s it… cum for me.”

“Take your time. We’re in no rush”

“Holy shit that was…”

“It sure was. That was incredible.”

“It definitely, definitely was… wow.”

“Have you... I’ve never done anything like this before…”

“Me neither.”

For some reason, this takes me by surprise, and a slow smile spreads across my face.

“Really?”

“Yeah, definitely. I’ve never spent a citywide blackout on a rooftop deck before, not even once.”

Hot embarrassment flushes across my cheeks for a moment before I feel her…

“I’m joking, gorgeous. This is definitely a first for me...”

“But I hope it’s not the last time. Maybe you’ll want to do this again sometime?”