The New Year. - Sex Stories

The New Year.

... roof. I love it up here. It is by far my favorite place in the whole building, it's really high up and has the most amazing view of the city and the sea that edges it. It is also really quiet, being so high up you can't even hear the traffic below. It may be January but the sun is beaming down and keeping the chill at bay. I sit down and eat my lunch while I wait for him to arrive. As usual a flock of pigeons beg for my scraps. As I'm sitting there watching them fight over crumbs suddenly they take flight as Nick bursts through the door struggling to breath. I look up at him and give a little laugh. "You know I'd expect you to be fitter." I tease. "I just.. climbed.. nineteen.. flights of stairs." he stammers. "Why didn't you take the lift?" He creases his brow, puzzled. "Eh... I don't know. I didn't think of that." I laugh. He is adorable. I offer him my bottle of water and he gulps it down and sits beside me. "Why you up here?" "I always eat my lunch up here if I can get away from my desk." "It's quiet." "I know, that's what I like about it." We talk for a while. He asks about my family and I tell him how my parents died when I was ten and I was raised by my Grandmother who then died when I was seventeen. I tell him about what I like and don't like, what I do when I'm not working and a few other things that don't matter. It's when I talk about my friends that it gets interesting. "You know Wendy, right? She was the female Santa at the party." Saying the word party is what ...

... starts it. As I say it his hand moves to my knee. "Mmhmmm." he says running his hand down to my calf. "She's getting married soon...." I say but I don't think he's listening anymore. His hand is running up my leg, over my knee under my skirt and up my thigh. I stop talking. His hand is getting higher and my insides are quivering in response. I hold my breath, waiting . His fingers are trailing at the top of my stockings, running along the line not going higher. I shudder out a breath. He looks at me and smiles his killer smile. His fingers begin moving again. Slowly making their way up causing goosebumps as they go. They climb higher until they find what they are seeking. He turns his hand round and moves them over my panties, which by now are quiet wet. He begins to tease me, stroking his fingers along my slit but refusing to move under the panties. My breath begins heaving and I raise my knees giving him more access, silently begging for him to be inside me. But still he doesn't. His fingers tease me until I'm so wet and panting so hard that I don't think I can take it. Then with a few quick moves he has me laying on my back. He moves round to sit at my feet and moves my skirt up till it's round my waist and pulls my panties down and off my feet. As the cool air hits my wetness it sends chills up and down my body. It feels so good my breath catches in my throat. I want him inside me so badly that I begin to sit up to move to him but his gaze tells me no. I don't know why I ...