The Cheeky Shag: Fire Escape
© Marc Gabor
By Baylee McKeel
They said fucking on the fire escape would be fun. I’ll admit it was sexy at first. He had me pressed up against the window, my breath covering it in a layer of fog. His touch was warm, the glass cold. He spun me around, grasping my arms and pushing my face against the window. He knew I liked it when he got aggressive. “Someone’s been naughty”, he whispered in my ear as his hands slid down my body, pausing on my thighs and gripping them. “I think these need to come off”, and with that his fingers traced the lace on my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs. He wasn’t expecting me to open the window, and smiled when I said, “fuck me on the fire escape”. “Someone has been naughty”, he replied, leaning into me. He grabbed me again, this time lifting me up, carrying me out the window and bending me over the railing. One hand drifted up my arm to my neck, the other grazed my legs and paused at my thighs again. But this time he kept going. His grip on my neck tightened when I felt him inside me, first one finger then two, then three, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled at his jeans, clumsily trying to get the damn things off. I could feel him against me, “someone’s excited,” I moaned. “I’m not the only one”, he smirked, sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders. He took his jeans off and threw them back into the room along with my dress. I leaned over the railing, moaning while he continued to play with me. Right as he was about to fuck me I heard the slam of the window closing. We turned around to see my roommate mouthing, “fuck you” through the glass as she locked it. That’s what I get for fucking her boyfriend on the fire escape.
