Perfect Strangers

His hands slid around to her stomach, moving quickly up and over her ribs, to beneath both cups of her bra. Veronica gasped as she felt her breasts, up until now merely innocent bystanders, being taken in his strong grasp. Another moan from her, louder this time, as he massaged her there, a steady pulse now resonating deep within her loins.

Veronica's hands slid down to the bottom of Jason's back where she felt the waist of his jeans. She kept moving down, her fingers following the contours of his ass, until she grabbed onto both of his cheeks, pulling him close. She felt the hardness in his pants press into her, and she squeezed his ass, the buns firm inside.

Jason bucked his hips up slowly, pressing himself into her even more. At the same time, his fingers found her nipples and he squeezed them both, sending shots of white-hot pleasure down from the peaks of her breasts into her aching loins. Veronica let out a cry this time as her mouth opened against his. He toyed with her lips, tracing his tongue along the outside until they kissed again, their mouths thrown into a new frenzy.

The time had come. Veronica felt the heat between her thighs and knew that this was it. She let go of his ass and moved her hands around to the front, grappling at his belt. Jason pulled himself back, giving her room as she hurriedly started undoing it. At the same time, his own hands left her breasts and slid down to the front of her jeans, his skilled fingers undoing them quickly.

By the time Veronica had Jason's fly down, he was already grabbing onto the waist of her pants, shimmying them down her thighs. She grabbed onto his pants and boxers and yanked the both down at once, letting his manhood spring up in front of him. She felt it brush past her hand and she grabbed onto it, feeling the hardness, the warmth against her palm.

She began to run her hand back and forth along it, the exquisite detail etching itself in her mind. Cool air hit her lower regions as her clothing was pulled down, exposing her to the elements. He grabbed onto her sides again and moved up against her, the end of his cock pressing into her belly, leaving a cool smear of precum right against her skin.

Jason's muscles engaged and he started to turn her, causing her to let go of his cock. She spun on his command until she was facing out, looking over the town once more. She felt Jason spread her legs as far as they could go and grab onto one thigh, pulling it to the side, holding her open. His member, large and stiff, found its way up against her sex and Veronica closed her eyes. A second passed which lasted an eternity, Jason poised at just the right spot, and then he moved into her, filling her with his manhood.

Veronica gasped as he slid himself inside of her body. Cool night air filled her lungs, her heart beating hard, and when he was inside of her as deep as he could go he stopped, keeping himself throbbing within her, their pulses beating as one. Jason reached forward and his hands wrapped around her body, one draping over her stomach and the other across her chest. He pulled her close and held tightly, their bodies pressed together as he started to move in her.

Veronica felt sparks exploding out of her loins. She opened her eyes and saw the view of the town, its residents completely oblivious to this carnal act happening ten stories above. She closed her eyes again and her senses focused on her nerves, on the feeling of Jason's body close to and inside of her own.

Jason's body moved evenly at first, pushing himself with exquisite slowness into her. But his rhythm soon started to increase, drawing focus to Veronica's heightening pleasure. His hips bumped up against her, hot waves of passion reverberating through her with every thrust. He leaned his head forward and began kissing her neck, his lips and teeth exploring her nape, bringing more gasps from Veronica.

He slid his hand up along her breastbone and over her throat, his fingers tightening and relaxing in a slow rhythm. Veronica felt taken from herself, completely at surrender to this man inside of her. Jason's loins filled her own so intensely, his rhythm picking up as he started pushing harder into her. With every thrust she could feel herself being pushed towards the point of no return, the pressure building strong inside of her.

"Ooh," she moaned, and Jason's fingers tightened on her throat. She felt her head swimming, her body being swept out from under her. The pressure wouldn't stop building, and Veronica knew that it was going to happen for her, that this was it.

Jason kept moving into her as Veronica boiled over inside. She cried out loud, penetrating the silence of the night, and Jason's hand immediately flew up to cover her mouth. She screamed through his fingers instead, her cries muffled by his hand. Her entire body felt like it was exploding, every nerve ending heightened to its extreme. Jason didn't stop moving, his hardness filling her up with every thrust.

Then, as if on cue, he let out a guttural sound, a cross between a cry and a growl, as she felt him shudder as he released himself into her. Veronica's pleasure rose again as she felt him hold to her tightly, his hands pulling her closer, his hips pushing up against her with strong, passionate thrusts.

As the two began to slow down they breathed deeply of the cold air surrounding them. Veronica felt Jason still hard inside of her, his pulse keeping her nerve endings alive. He slowly lowered his hand from her mouth and she could breathe more properly. He took himself out of her and she felt his warmth remain in her, a strange new addition to her body.

She turned around inside of his arms, their eyes locking together again. Putting his arms around her back, Jason pulled her close and their lips met once more, their bodies pressed tightly together, both of them being kept warm in each other's embrace.

Chapter 8

"Hey, what time is it?" Veronica asked.

She and Jason were sitting side by side on the edge of the grating, their legs dangling over, themselves protected from falling by the bar of metal across their chests. They were long since dressed, Veronica with her coat back on, Jason with his jacket. He pulled the sleeve back and looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Just past midnight," he told her.

"Oh wow, I had no idea it was that late," she said, getting up. "I need to get back, Greg might be getting home soon."

Jason got up as well, the two of them straightening their clothing. They walked to the door and Jason opened it for her. He followed her through and shut it behind them, making sure it was closed tight. They descended the staircase and headed for the door leading outside, Jason flicking off the light as they passed it. Once outside he pulled out the roll of cloth and re-locked the door.

"Beautiful," he said

when it was done, putting the tools back in his pocket. Jason walked her to her car, the two of them stopping beside it and turning to face one another.

"Well, this was fun," Veronica said, the words sounding immediately lame the moment they left her mouth. She saw the ghost of a smile appear on Jason's lips.

"Yeah, it was," he said.

He looked at her and she didn't know what to say. They had just talked together for hours, sitting up there in the water tower side by side. But now Veronica's mouth felt stuck, like he was a complete stranger all over again and she had no idea what he was thinking.

"I ... I guess I'll see you at the next meeting," she finally managed to get out. A look crossed over Jason's face that she couldn't quite discern, but it disappeared before she had a chance to figure it out.

"Yeah," he said, "I'll see you there."

And without another word he turned and walked toward his car. Veronica watched his retreating back, wanting to call him back, to at least give him one last kiss before this whole thing went away. But she didn't. Instead she saw him get into his car, the head lights blaring as the engine roared to life. She squinted in the brightness and he did a U-turn, driving quickly away and leaving her alone.