A risk on a viewpoint in London at dusk

The viewpoint in London was almost empty at dusk. We kissed against the railing and his hand went straight under my skirt. I came standing up, biting his shoulder, while a couple in the distance walked a dog. Then I took him out of his trousers and finished him quickly, watching the steps in case anyone came up. It was short, dirty and electric. We walked down like innocent tourists. I would not recommend it to everyone, but that night the danger was part of the pleasure. At home the second round had no witnesses. It was slower, with the laugh still in my throat. London looked lovely and we pretended to be calm.