Night in Manhattan [m/f] | 2016

I had a long-distance relationship with a woman in NYC for a while. One of my visits there sticks in my mind.

After dinner she took me and another couple to Coyote Ugly. That was a lot of fun, like the movie, with sexy ladies dancing on the bar, getting wet, kicking and yelling, mmm. My gf got up on the bar once too, and shook her thing for all to see, which I also found very sexy.

Then she said she wanted to go to Scores, the famous strip club. The other couple declined, but I was definitely in. So we went, and enjoyed the view. We each had private dances (my gf was bisexual): it was as fun to watch her get turned on by a writhing, naked babe as it was to experience the same thing myself.

After Scores we cabbed it home to her West Village apartment building. She lived on the 3rd floor, and I couldn't wait. As soon as she was through the door I, walking up the stairs behind her, slid my hands up under her skirt. She stopped in her tracks and spread her legs. I lifted her skirt, slid her underwear aside, and starting finger-banging her right there in the lit stairwell, 5 steps from the front door.

She moaned, bent forward, arched her ass, and let me finger-fuck her as roughly as I wanted. Damn.

OK, she said, let's go up, I have something planned.

That piqued my interest. We went up, and I was surprised when we went past her apartment door, up the stairs one more floor, and then one more again. Here, at the top of the stairs, where a door led to the roof, was a mattress. This was her plan.

She propped open the door, asked me to bring the mattress out, and we dropped it down onto the sticky gravel and tar. And then, right there under the Manhattan stars, under the occasional lights of all the taller buildings around us, at about 3am, we stripped naked and fucked. We sucked and licked each other, we rode each other. I put her legs over my shoulders and fucked her as deep as my cock would go.

The exhibitionist she knew me to be was so turned on, after that night, screwing out in the open night air on that rooftop, that I came like a teenager.