She (Carmen): Our lips locked most of the time, tongues searching around each others’ mouths to communicate the erotic nature of the encounter, nails impressing when sensations were just right, my legs eventually opening wider when I wanted him to fuck me harder. I was getting more and more frustrated with my dress getting in the way and demanded he lift it off me. I raised my arms, he obliged with just the tip of his cock in my passage, placing it on the wall beside us. I threw myself forward, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him back into me with my legs and kissing deeply. My upper body was upright, right against him. I liked feeling him bang against my breasts in the cool night air as he fucked me. His hands gravitated to my ass, cupping my cheeks until they were right under, lifting me slightly off the wall and further into his body. He was virtually supporting my whole weight, with me impaled on his cock. I began to feel that crucial oh-so-sweet pressure on my clit from his pelvic bone. I let out a long sigh. I was feeling extremely naughty tonight. I wanted to make sure we went out with a bang in the next few hours. If he was listening to my breathing he would have known I was being pushed to orgasm. His own movements became quicker, more pronounced. His head was in my neck, his nibbles there and on my ears merely adding to the crescendo that was approaching. He lightly bit my neck and I moaned softly, reaching round and grabbing his butt. A light came on, not right by us but close enough to illuminate our scene of ecstasy. Suddenly we could see each other clearly again, and I decided Roberto deserved a show. I leant back slowly, placing my hands in turn behind me on the wall, and then leaning back further still until I was resting back on my elbows. I opened and lifted my legs, equally slowly, while he continued to screw me. When they were at the widest I could manage I mouthed to him “Fuck me” and lay back my hands pushing against the fire escape staircase behind and now above me. His hands shifted from my buttocks and held the back of my knees, helping my legs to stay high and wide. I moaned loudly to let him know I liked that. I squirmed beneath him imploring him to fuck me harder, faster. He did. And he was deeper than before. I was biting my lip, trying not to cry out, stifled moans occasionally rising up as my arms flayed around, not knowing what to hold on to. I began cupping and kneading my breasts as Roberto hammered me. I could tell he was close. I was too. Just to make sure I reached down between my legs and pressed my clit as he banged me. I don’t know if that made him cum but he suddenly gasped, stopped, threw himself on to me, his mouth seeking out my nipples as I felt him shoot, his body bucking on mine, his sudden attention on my stiff nipples helping me to join him. I came, moaning muffled “yeah”s into his hair, my feet in the air, one sandal off, my calves pushed up by my man’s shoulders as he kissed my tits in our afterglow.