Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The restaurant is an actual place. My father-in-law took his kids and spouses there in December for a holiday dinner. It was the nicest restaurant I've ever been to. The matre d' is real too. He was this smarmy little pudgy guy who kept coming over to our table to "check on us." I also think he was trying to sneak peaks down our dresses. We went to the Ladies and when we came out, he was standing very nonchalantly in the little vestibule outside the door. Creepy. Please tell me what you think! shylywild81@yahoo.com =========================================================================== == THE ROOFTOP by ShylyWild MF CONS ROM VOY The door to the roof squawks on its hinges, shutting out the smirking, pudgy-faced matre'd, leaving us alone in the soft night air. The Wedge Tower is not the tallest building in downtown Houston by a long shot, but it is more than tall enough for me! I wonder again why you feel compelled to show me the view from up here instead of the cozy confines of the elegant 43rd Restaurant below. Still, the view is magnificent - especially when viewed from the CENTER of the high rooftop. You hold me at arms length for a moment, gazing at me. I look hot tonight and my eyes shine as you adore me. Heads had turned at the restaurant when we made our appearance - you so elegant in your suit and me in the strapless Scala cocktail dress you presented to me this very evening. Never have I owned a garment of such style and elegance! I feel proud to be your date tonight. "You are so beautiful, Sara." And you mean it. Something melts inside me and I fold into your arms, my face lifted for your kiss. You press me to your body, and although outwardly you are restrained I feel you tremble at the touch of my uncontrained breasts against your chest. I wonder briefly if you can feel my erect nipples, tenting the bodice of my dress. You glance upwards and smile. "I didn't think we'd be able to see, but there it is! Do you remember the constellation I told you about?" "Do you mean the one shaped like a reverse question mark?" "It's there," and you point. At first I see nothing, and then I laughed in delight as the familiar figure emerges from the mass of stars. You smile at me, pleased that your interest in astronomy hasn't bored me. A gentle breeze tickles my cheek as we gaze, and I am aware of your nearness. Here on the rooftop all is still, with nothing but the other-worldly view of the tops of skyscrapers the stars and the distant murmur of traffic far below. "Come." you tug my hand, urging me towards the parapet. "NO! It's... it's too high! And the rail is so small." "Don't be afraid, my beautiful Sara. I am with you" And as I gaze into your musky eyes and see the twinkle of raw excitement I suddenly trust you and allow myself to be led to the rail. I creep timidly to the edge and look out over Houston, into the black gulf of concrete canyons illuminated by the street lights far below. I stifle a cry and start to turn, but you envelope me from behind with your strong arms, your cheek pressed to mine. You smell so much of a man! I allowed myself to relax a little as you nuzzle my ear. A tickling kiss in my ear, and I shiver, warming inside. I sag into you and you cup my braless breasts, kneading them gently but surely through the ruffled fabric of the dress. My legs feel rubbery. I am so aware of the bulge pressed into my back, my loins melting as I feel it pulse and jump. I stand on the edge of the world, caught between lust and fear, surrendered completely to your will. And as if sensing my need, you abruptly turn me and seek my lips. You kiss me now, a kiss fired with urgency, with passion. Our lips part and our tongues meet, dueling, striving together. You plunder my mouth and my heart thunders in my chest so that I fear it must burst. And then it is my tongue that pursues yours. I explore the pleasures of your mouth as you have explored mine, and as you suckle my tongue my arousal is a throbbing, aching thing, demanding and impatient. You stroke my bare shoulders, my back, not softly but with urgency. Then as another wave of need engulfs us, you abruptly drop them to the round globes of my bottom and pull me into you, trapping your swollen member between us, your knee in between my thighs. Restraint abandons me and I rub myself on your hard thigh, desperate for relief. I need you, Charles! I need you now! I need you desperately! I... I.... NEED you! As if hearing my wordless plea, your fingers find the zipper of my dress and smoothly slide it down. The night breeze kisses my bare back, and I shiver a little before I feel your warm palms between my shoulder blades, stroking me, caressing my skin. I press my body closer to yours, hugging you to me, hoping that the nearness of our bodies would reflect in the nearness of our souls. Your hands travel lower, your fingers tracing fiery trails on my lower back. I catch a whiff of my arousal, and by the sharp intake of your breath I know you have scented it as well. With barely restrained passion you slide my dress off of my breasts, uncovering them, then slide the fabric over my taut belly, revealing my black lace thong panties to your ravenous gaze. I step out of the dress, clothed now only in the briefest of undergarments, my heels, and my thigh-high hose. You hold me at arms length as you gaze upon me, and I see your phallus jump and pulse, desperate for escape from its confinement. And moved by pity, I oblige it. My fingers seek out your belt and, made clumsy with lust, I undo it. With growing urgency I unbutton your fly and unzip you, tearing at your waist, frantic for you. Your underwear catches on the proud rod hidden within and I tug at it until with a bounce you are free! OH! Charles! You are SO BEAUTIFUL! On my knees I gaze open mouthed at the magnificent phallus before me. A Greek god would be proud to be so endowed! I must taste it. I lap at you with my tongue, capturing the sweet pearl forming at your tip. But growling in restraint, you will have none of it! You raise me again, and gazing deeply into my eyes, hook your thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and deliberately lower them to the ground. I am exposed to you now and I am so embarrassed. I search your face for signs that I please you. I so want to please you! And you are pleased. With a strangled moan, you swiftly turn me, bending me over the rail until my bottom splays obscenely open to your sight. My head dangles over nothingness, yet my only desire is to be filled, to be completed by you. You pause a moment to inspect your prize. Your finger runs lightly down my furrow and I shiver, a thrill coursing through my body. Oh, Charles! Please don't tease! I want you NOW! But your finger continues its maddening journey, stroking first my lips, then the sloppy valley between, spreading the slickness there, coating me. You flick at my bursting nubbin and I gasp, tortured almost beyond endurance. I need you inside me! But you are not yet ready for me. Your finger traverses my secret place again, exploring my opening, causing me to blossom. You press on the small of my back, forcing me to arch my pelvis, to thrust my bottom back at you. I feel the nudge of your weapon, hard as steel, as you stroke my furrow, coating yourself. And then you grasp my hips and place the tip of your swollen head right at my entrance. A moment only you pause, and then savagely, brutally, you drive deep inside me, stretching me, forcing a passage. I moan in response. In one thrust you are all the way in. You have conquered me and all my childish teasing. It is you who are in charge now. It is you who will bend me to your will. And I surrender! Oh, I surrender! You draw back again, slowly, excruciatingly, leaving me achingly empty. You throb just inside my entrance, and I convulsively clamp you, squeeze you, begging you not to withdraw. Don't leave me void! Finish what you have begun! And you are merciful, for at just the moment when your head must pop out, again you thrust! And again! Again! "OHHHHHH!" I wail, "OH, CHARLES! DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP! DEEPER! DON'T BE GENTLE WITH ME! DON'T HOLD BACK! PLEASE.... OH, PLEASE..... HARDER! YES! OH, YES - LIKE THAT!" You settle into a savage rhythm, thrusting hard, pausing, then a slower withdrawal. With each thrust my head and upper body are forced out into the open air, straight over the abyss. My terror seems to blend with my arousal, and lust and fear are one. And AGAIN! And AGAIN! You thrust. I grind my teeth in frustration, seeking desperately for release. I push my bottom back in time with your thrusts, adding to the force. My hand strays between my legs, caressing the orbs bouncing there and playing with the funny wrinkled sack that is their home. " I feel you, Charles! I feel you inside me! Complete me, Charles! I want you to come inside me! Please? Please, Charles? Please - come inside me! Don't deny me! Don't leave me void!" And suddenly I feel it rising, rising inexorably, springing from deep inside my loins, from my very core. It is remote at first, almost faint, but ever-growing. Ever expanding. Rising like water in a well. I steel myself, struggling to postpone it, to slow its rise, to prolong it. My body stiffens with concentration and my breath is stilled. And then I feel you swell impossibly inside me, and with one final, might thrust you impale me to the uttermost limit, forcing yourself against my womb. And a deep, guttural, animal groan starts deep in your soul and bursts out of your lungs just as spurt after spurt of warm wetness jets inside me. And as I feel your release, I can no longer hold back the flood. My resistance collapses and a mighty wave overtakes me! "OOOOOHHHHH, CHARLIE!! CHARLIE!!! IM COMING! I'M COMMMINGGGG.... I'M... " and it is upon me. Wave after wave of pleasure crash over me, and I buck and tremble as your seed fills me. Finally, utterly spent, I slump against the railing and you collapse on top of me, panting in my ear, your softening penis still lodged in my vagina. I squeeze it gratefully, not willing yet to lose it. A muffled squeek of rusty metal catches our attention and we have the briefest glimpse of the little ma"tre d' disappearing down the stairs. We grin at each other. "I wonder what's on the dessert menu?" you ask.