I never planned any fancy desi rooftop sex story when I shifted into that old society building in Ahmedabad last year. I am Deepak, twenty eight, working some accounts job, living alone on third floor. Above me on fourth stayed Kavita and her husband. He travelled a lot for sales work. She looked mid twenties, fair, thick hips, heavy chest that always stretched her cotton nighties. We only said hello in the lift or stairs few times. Nothing much.
That June night was bloody hot even after ten. Fan useless, power also flickering. I went up to the common terrace just to catch some breeze. Concrete still warm under feet. City lights blinking far off, traffic noise low. Then the stair door opened and she came out holding a bottle of cold water. Hair loose, thin yellow nighty clinging because of sweat, no bra clear as day, dark nipples showing. She saw me and smiled kind of shy but not really.
Arrey Deepak bhai you also cannot sleep she said wiping neck. I told her haan yaar this heat is killing. She sat on the low wall near the water tank and offered me water. We started basic talk, her husband gone to some place for four days, she bored alone, tv boring, nothing to do. I kept looking at her thighs when nighty rode up a bit. She caught me once and just smirked, no scolding.
After some time she asked if I smoke. I said sometimes. She pulled out two cigarettes from some small pouch, lit one and gave me other. We both stood leaning on the wall smoking. Smoke mixing with night air. She shifted closer, our arms almost touching. Then she said softly you keep staring at my body no. I got little bold and said what to do Kavita ji you look too sexy in this heat. She laughed low and said call me Kavita only, drop the ji. Then she put hand on my chest saying your heart also beating fast like me.
That was enough signal. I turned and pulled her by waist. She came easy, pressed those big soft boobs against me. I kissed her hard, tongue pushing in. She tasted of smoke and mint. Hands went under her nighty straight, no panty even, pussy already wet and warm. She moaned into my mouth when I rubbed her clit. I pinched her nipple with other hand and she arched.
Clothes Came Off Fast Near The Tank
She pulled my tshirt off quick. I lifted her nighty over head and threw it on the floor. Completely naked under open sky. Moonlight on her round belly, thick thighs, shaved pussy with just little strip. Boobs heavy, hanging nice, dark tips hard. I bent and sucked one hard while fingering her. Two fingers sliding easy in that juicy hole. She held my head and said haan aise hi chuso, aur zor se.
I dropped my shorts, cock already stiff and leaking. She stared and said bas itna bada, I thought you quiet type. Then she knelt right there on the concrete and licked the head. I grabbed her hair and pushed slow into her mouth. She gagged a bit but took more, spit running down chin, making messy wet sounds. Up down, tongue under shaft. I fucked her face little rough till she pulled off gasping.
Get up I told her and turned her to face the wall. She bent, palms on warm concrete, ass out. That thick desi gand looking so inviting. I rubbed cock on her wet slit then pushed in one go. Tight hot grip around me. She cried out soft, then pushed back. I started pumping hard, balls slapping her thighs, hands on her hips pulling her onto me. Whole terrace quiet except our skin wet sounds and her low gasps.
Fuck me deeper she kept saying in broken words. I reached front and rubbed her clit while thrusting. Her legs shook. She came first time with loud moan she tried to cover with hand. Pussy squeezed my cock so hard I almost finished. I pulled out, spun her, lifted one leg and entered again face to face. Now I could bite her neck and shoulders, squeeze those soft boobs, watch them bounce each thrust.
Second Round Got Even Dirtier
After few minutes I felt close so I slowed and sat on the low wall. She climbed on top facing me, lowered herself on my cock. That view, city behind her, full moon on sweaty skin, her riding me hard. Boobs jumping right in face. I sucked them both turn by turn. She ground her clit on my base and came again shaking. Creamy cum dripping down my balls.
I stood still inside her and walked few steps to the water tank shade so less open. Pushed her back against the cool metal. Lifted both her legs high and pounded upwards. Hard deep strokes that made her bite my shoulder to stay quiet. Spit and sweat everywhere. She told me haan Deepak maaro saali ko, gharwale nahi hai aaj. That dirty talk pushed me close. I pulled out last second and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits. She rubbed my cum into her skin like cream, laughing low.
We sat catching breath, still naked. Shared the remaining water. She looked at my cock that was getting hard again already and said abhi nahi thaka. Then she went on all fours on some old jute sack near the tank and looked back saying aao na, peeche se lo is baar. I spat on her ass crack, rubbed thumb on her tight hole while fingering pussy again. She was dripping. Then I pushed cock back into her cunt balls deep and started long hard fucks. One hand around her throat light, other spanking that heavy ass red.
She pushed back meeting every thrust. Night getting cooler but our bodies burning. I reached under and slapped her clit few times between strokes. She came third time almost falling forward. I kept going because I wanted to fill her this time. Faster, noisier slaps, her saying andar hi dal dena. I buried deep and pumped load after load inside her hot pussy. Felt it leaking out around my cock when I finally pulled free.
We cleaned little with her nighty and my tshirt. Dressed messy. She smoked another cig leaning on me. I held her bare waist under the open nighty. She said next time husband goes we do this again, maybe longer. I kissed her messy hair and said sure, anytime. Then she went down first, checking stairs empty. I waited ten minutes staring at the empty terrace where we just fucked like animals.
After that night things stayed quiet daytime. In lift we acted normal. But whenever her husband left town for work she would message late or just come knock soft. Sometimes we stayed on terrace whole night, fucking, resting, fucking again. One time she sucked me till I came down her throat right near the edge where anyone from opposite building could maybe see if they looked. Another night I ate her pussy for long while she sat on the wall legs wide, legs shaking hard when she soaked my face.
She liked it rough more than soft. Liked when I pulled hair, bit tits, talked filthy in Hindi and English mix. Once she brought little oil and I fucked her ass slow first then hard till she came from that too. Cum filled both holes sometimes. We always wiped traces before going down. Neighbours never knew. Society watchman half asleep downstairs always.
I still live in same flat. She still next. Husband still travels. Heat still comes every summer and the terrace is still there, private enough after dark. That first night changed how I walk past her door. Every time I climb those stairs now I remember her bent over the wall, moon on her back, my cock buried deep, her whispering more more till we both finished messy. Nothing romantic about it. Just raw need and a married woman who wanted it as much as me on that open roof.
Sometimes when power cut happens again I go up hoping she shows. Most times she does. We barely talk extra. Just strip, touch, fuck hard till legs give out, then smoke and leave separate. Best kind of arrangement for a single guy like me stuck in this city heat. Her body still feels new every round, those heavy breasts, that wet tight cunt that takes everything I give. I never get bored of pounding her under open sky where breeze hits the sweat on our backs.
Last month husband went longer trip. We spent three nights on terrace. First night I made her ride reverse so I could watch that fat ass bounce while gripping her hips. Second night she deepthroated me against the tank till tears and then I bent her and creampied twice. Third night we brought a thin mattress sheet and just edged for long, slow grinding then hard finishing. She left bite marks on my chest I had to hide with collared shirts at office.
Writing this down now sitting in my room fan spinning slow. Cock stirring again just remembering her smell, the sound of wet pussy when I slammed in, how she looked with my cum on her face smiling dirty. If anybody finds out it will be big problem but till now secret stays between us and that concrete roof. I will keep going up on hot nights and she will keep joining. Simple as that. No love talks, no future plans. Just hard fucking when chance comes on the terrace above everyone sleeping.
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