Second date to the rooftop

“I want you inside me.” He doesn’t object, he allows me to lower myself onto him. Moving my hips in circles I moan and look up at the sky.
“How many people do you think are watching us right now?” he asks me.
“Just one or two,” I laugh and lean in for a kiss. Fiercely, Scott grabs the back of my neck and holds me down. We roll over until he is on top and he takes control. He is pushing himself deep inside me. Each thrust deeper than the last; it is as if his penis is growing inside of me. He runs his hands slowly up my sides and I quiver at his touch. I reach for his chest. I run my hands across his nipples and along his shoulders until I grip his strong biceps.

I trace my fingers slowly down his back. I softly caress the cheeks of his butt. I squeeze his ass and I push him further. I move him at the rhythm I desire, and I come again. I kiss him softly. He pulls out and looks straight into my eyes as he comes all over my inflating chest and rapidly beating heart. Without a word I pull my dress back down, now stained by both of us. He hops down off the roof, and helps me down after him. This time I know for a fact that he is looking at my now very wet panties.
We kiss goodbye and he says he hopes he can see me again.
“You can count on it.” I reply with a smile.
“I want to do this again.”