My boyfriend likes to fuck outside every chance he gets.

Chris has planned camping trips and surf excursions just so he’d have an excuse to bang me out in the fresh air. When neither of us can get away from work long enough for such a treat, he still manages to get what he wants.

We live in New York City, not the ideal place for wild outdoor romps, but when Chris wants something, he makes it happen. To get his fresh-air fuck, he took over the roof of our building, somehow convincing the rest of the tenants that repairs were being made and they would have no access for the weekend. He even put up caution tape by the entrance, pulling out all the stops to guarantee we’d have some privacy.

He pulled me away from my computer early Saturday evening and asked me to come outside with him. “I need to get some air,” he said, “and I’m sure you could use a break from work, too.” I’d been glued to my laptop all day, so I agreed to put the computer aside for a few minutes and go outside.

Chris led me up to the roof, where he’d set up some pillows and blankets, candles, and a bottle of champagne. I could tell he really wanted this, and after spending all day working, I couldn’t deny that I was feeling a little frisky myself. I followed him to the mountain of blankets and let him pull me down with him. He kissed me as we sat, and soon we were horizontal on the makeshift bed in the middle of the roof.

We were wearing only T-shirts and shorts, and as our hands explored each others body, we had a lot of skin-on-skin contact. It helped speed things up, and we were shedding clothes faster than usual. I tossed his shirt to one side while he pulled off my t-shirt and bra almost at once. Our shorts were discarded next, and we practically ripped them off each other in our haste.

After spending all day in our air-conditioned apartment, it felt good to expose my body to the warm night air, and I stretched out under Chris’s body, luxuriating in the feeling. My boyfriend moved away from me for a moment, letting me enjoy the light breeze that blew across my body, and then crawled between my legs to eat my pussy. He’s an expert cunt-licker, and having him eat me has always been one of my favorite things. It’s even better when we get to do it outside, though, because it adds to the sensations I feel, and it makes him go at it with an urgency he doesn’t have when we’re in the privacy of our bedroom.

He licked and sucked my pussy lips, working his way up my slit to my hot button. Each time the wind blew across our bodies, it sent shivers of pleasure up my spine, and I was wriggling under Chris. He had me dripping wet in no time, and then I was ready for him to fuck me.

Chris flipped me over onto my stomach and entered me slowly from behind. His cock slid easily into my wet pussy, and as the night air cooled my hot ass, he pumped in and out of me. I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed to get fucked, but as his dick thrust between my cunt lips, I knew that a good pounding was exactly what was called for. Being able to feel the fresh air on my skin and see the city lights as it happened were added bonuses.

When I wanted him to fuck me harder, I pushed up on my hands and knees and thrust my ass against him, our hips banging together rhythmically. I was getting an incredibly intense fuck, and I knew my climax would be coming on strong in no time. I fucked back against him as hard as I could, and as a strong wind blew across my body, I had an earth-shaking orgasm. My whole body quivered as my climax overtook me, and my pussy spasmed wildly around Chris’s cock. I squeezed his dick several times with my cunt, and the move got him off a minute later. As he came, I felt him shoot his come deep into me, and I continued to squeeze his shaft with my pussy, milking him dry.

After he pulled out of me, we lay on the pile of blankets and pillows and let the breeze cool our bodies. We popped the champagne and shared a couple of glasses as we relaxed, and by the time we’d had a few drinks, we were ready to go again. Being out in nature — or even just on our roof — gets Chris extra horny, and we ended up going at it several more times before we finally retired to our apartment.

As we went to sleep that night, I wondered how we’d lived in the building for two years without ever fucking on the roof before. I knew we’d be doing it again!