When I first met her and asked her if she was bisexual, she answered, “I do like girls but I still consider myself to be heterosexual.” So I wasn’t sure what that meant. But tonight, I had just ingested an MDMA cocktail that the streets call “Molly” and it was beginning to kick in. I started to get thirsty while around her and I looked at her body like a tall glass of water. But she did choose to wear that...a goldenrod tank top that accentuated her perfectly round breasts, and a miniskirt with hues of the same goldenrod, that accentuated her perfectly plump round ass. This was my second time hanging out with Amira and I hadn’t even noticed this body before. The drugs had me paranoid that I might’ve been licking my lips too much or too hard while looking at her. But I’m sure I was fine because Amira didn’t seem to notice. She just continued to walk with me and talk to me about her trip to Canada. I wasn’t listening intently, but I was watching her lips and holding myself back from kissing them.
We finally arrived at my building but I didn’t want the night to be over. “Did you wanna come up for a little bit? I’m still in party mode!” I joked. I really just didn’t want her to leave so soon.
“Yeah, I’d like that. Not quite sober just yet,’’ she explained.
“Me neither.” I could only think of one thing. I was hot in more ways than one. As much as I wanted her in my bed, I was worried that my husband may come home and walk in on us. So I suggested that we go to my rooftop to hang out. So we rode the elevator to the twelfth floor and then took another flight of steps to get onto the roof. It was about 1:30am on a warm July night and the breeze was divine.
Amira was admiring the view, saying, “it is gorgeous up here.” I walked up behind her to see her view, but was distracted by her body’s silhouette in the moonlight. Suddenly, my body was drawn to hers like moth to flame, and I found myself hugging her from behind. Amira didn’t budge. In fact, she grabbed my arms and hugged them tighter around her. My hands felt welcomed to travel up and down her front, squeezing her breasts as my hands passed by them. Amira’s head leaned back on my shoulder and I felt like she was inviting me to kiss her neck. My lips were drawn to her neck so intently, that I felt like a vampire. I kissed her neck softly on the sides and the back, and she moaned in relaxation.
At almost 2:00 AM, I felt pretty confident that Amira and I were alone and would be free from interruptions up here. It had rained earlier and the law chairs on the rooftop were wet. I’m sure this discouraged the other neighbors from coming up. But Amira wasn’t afraid of the water, as she grabbed the wet gate in front of her, turned around and kissed me. I was surprised at her aggression since she had talked all that jazz about being heterosexual. Her plump lips engulfed mine in a passionate kiss, and we melted into each other against the wet gate that kept us from falling off the roof. I turned her around again because I wanted to feel her ass pressed up against me. Amira’s body was a playground for my hands as I ran them up and down her body, from her long neck, to her chocolate, C-cup breasts, down her flat, smooth stomach, and down the front of her miniskirt.
My fingers trailed around in her panties as I searched for an opening in the dark. Still grabbing her from behind, I took another bite of kisses from her neck and she started to push herself against me. My middle finger in her panties found the opening and discovered an already wet clit, swollen and throbbing. I felt Amira’s warm body shudder as I began to glide my finger up and down her pearl. Her breathing became heavier now and her hips squirmed in delight. Still standing, by now I was holding her up with my arm at the base of her breasts. My wet fingers transitioned into a circular motion around her hood. By now, her breaths have turned into moans mixed with, “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” I thought her sex sounds were so cute and they encouraged me to keep going, holding her in place so that she couldn’t go anywhere until she came.
Amira tried to turn her body around to face me, but I held onto her ass as it pressed against my pussy through my clothes. As I continued whirlpooling around her clit with my fingers, Amira’s hips grinded with mine. The pressure of her ass on my clit through my clothes provided unexpected sensations. I wondered if she could feel how wet I was, and if it was going to bleed through my leggings onto her skirt. I’m sure Amira was more focused on her own dripping vagina as my fingers picked up speed and pattern. Amira’s legs were giving out, but I never let go, holding her up and stroking her clit like it was my own. Her moans grew louder and her breaths came shorter as I held her, playing her clitoris like an acoustic guitar. She made music with her screams. I played her with my teeth, biting her neck, still stroking her strings. I felt Amira’s legs finally give out below her as she squeezed her eyelids tighter and grabbed my ass, behind her. I quickly backed up, still holding on to her slim body, and sat down in the lawn chair behind me. As much as I tried to keep her in front of me, Amira fought it and got up from my lap.
Disheveled, Amira stood up and stared back at me with the most serious look on her face. She stood up straight, wiped the excess lip gloss from the sides of her mouth, straightened her hair, and started to shift her clothes back into place. I looked up at her from my chair for direction. I thought maybe she was mad that I had violated her in such a way. She did tell me she wasn’t really bisexual. Was she mad at me, I thought to myself. Just then, Amira took a step closer to me, reached her hand down to the bottom of her skirt, pulled it up and started to straddle me on the chair. I cracked a smile and suggested I move the chair into the darker corner of the deck. This corner would be the last area of the deck anyone would see if they happened to come up here. After dragging the chair back, Amira straddled me again. Once she was seated, she lifted the rest of her miniskirt up and exposed her thong-clad ass on my lap. The thong wasn’t much of a bother, so I just pulled it to the side with my right hand, and held onto her butt-cheek with my left. Her ass was so soft and plump to the touch. I almost wanted her to stand up again, bend over and let me rub my face on it. My right hand did more exploring up front and Amira seemed to love it. She tilted her head back and moaned in ecstasy as she started twisting her hips in a forward roll toward me. With her open, I was able to penetrate her with my fingers. The gushy feeling on my fingers was enough to turn me on. I was surprised and proud I had made her so wet. While my focus was on her love flower, she lifted my chin up with her hand and brought my lips to hers.
I loved that Amira was so responsive. Even while our lips and tongues danced like a slow jam in a passionate kiss, she moaned through it, while shifting her hips around, making each of my finger strokes count. I slid two straight fingers in and out of her dripping pussy while scooping them toward her g-spot on my way out. Amira’s head started falling toward my face and neck and her body vibrated. Her moans got louder as if she couldn’t control them. Her breaths sounded like she could’ve been having an asthma attack, but the way she kept close to me let me know she loved it.
Amira’s moans raised an octave or two and my fingers fucked her faster. I was incredibly turned on by all of her juices soaking up my lap. I fucked her faster....harder...and watched her body debilitate in front of me while she screamed. I bit her neck lightly as she screamed, held her tightly to relieve the aching in my breasts, and kept fucking her with my fingers until she her orgasm gave her no more. Amira’s petite body fell limp on my lap, and I cradled her, while trying to pull her skirt back down. We gathered ourselves back together when Amira turned to me and said, “I didn’t get to do you.” I didn’t mind. I wanted nothing more than to please her.
“Next time, “ I replied, before guiding her to the door to the stairwell. When I opened the door, there he was, my husband, coming up for a smoke.
“Hey! What you doing up here?” he asked me pleasantly.
“Just showing off the roof to Amira,” I explained. Then Amira peeked into the doorway so that he could acknowledge her.
“Hello again,” she greeted politely. My husband greeted back. “Sorry you just got here, but I have to get back home. My boyfriend won’t stop texting me.” Amira giggled more than she was annoyed by a so-called annoying boyfriend, but the story was still believable to my husband. We all said our goodbyes and I left my husband on the roof to finish his cigarette while I walked Amira out.
We waited outside for a cab outside my building and just kept smiling at each other, then bursting into giggles. I coyly walked close to her as she leaned on the railing of the building, and would sneak feels on her butt.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” she whispered with a smile before coming closer to me herself. Her face came very close to mine and I wasn’t sure if it was okay to kiss her in public. “I haven’t left yet and already I wanna come back.”
Just then, a yellow cab pulled up to take Amira from me. Unexpectedly, she couldn’t resist and gave me the sweetest, softest kiss, right in front of the cab driver. The driver looked in amazement and smiled as Amira got into the cab. I was grateful for Amira’s boldness, but still looked around nervously, afraid someone had seen. She waved from the backseat window and she was gone, only leaving me with the promise of a second occasion and a memory to dream about forever.
