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Archive name: (rooftop.txt (mf, exhib)
Authors name: ‘Kathy’
Story Title : "On A Roof Top"
11/97
Did anybody miss me? I was gone from Wednesday until
today. Jeff and I went to San Francisco. Him, because
he had a job to do, and me, because it gets pretty
gloomy this time of year around Bend Oregon.
I’m writing about our trip because it fits right into
our erotic story group. I’ve been reading Keiko’s
exhibitionist stories, and Bobbi’s stories too. I
never thought about exhibitionism pertaining to me,
but for the past several weeks, thoughts had been
circulating through the ol’ gray matter. I went so
far as talking about it to Jeff. Actually we had a
great time talking about different scenarios. I guess
guys are naturally exhibitionists because he came up
with some really wild stuff.
The only reason I wrote this story is because I’ve
been really bored lately and haven’t been excited
about any of my partially finished stories languishing
away in my laptop, and because no one (in authority)
can really match my screen name to my face (well...
except my boss, who pays for this account, but he
lives 1500 miles away, and at 48 he’s a real nice old
foggie who would probably understand) So here’s the
story of Jeff’s and my trip to San Francisco last
week. (And if the police read this I’m saying that
it’s nothing but fiction, just a figment of my
imagination.)
-=*=-
Jeff called me last Sunday to tell me he was going to
San Francisco on a job. He works as a structural
engineer, and his company does stress analysis’ on
buildings. The trip this time was to do an analysis on
the old Market Haversad building in San Francisco. Jeff
and two others from his firm were going to the site and
would be there for four days.
I jumped on the idea of going with him. Like I’ve said,
Bend Oregon this time of year can get pretty dark and
dank. The thought of clear blue sky, and some sun was
very appealing to me, but then travel is my passion,
or one of them anyway. At any rate I talked him into
it. We would stay at the Renaissance in San Mateo, and
Jeff would work in his empty building all day, and I’d
shop till I dropped, and work on my tan by the pool.
(It’s funny how few people lay out in the sun in
Northern California in November. To me the weather was
fine, even with the few rain squalls that interrupted
my lay-abouts.)
Anyway Jeff did his job and I did mine, we had a great
time in the evenings together, and even spent a little
time with his colleagues. I even had a chance to wear
my little black dress and got him to take me out to a
club on Saturday night and danced him off his feet. . .
But back to the story. . .
On Thursday afternoon I signed onto the Internet using
Jeff’s laptop and checked my e-mail. Just happened to
see a message from Keiko telling me that she hadn’t had
a chance to write much lately because of school and all
. Reading her message made me think about her favorite
topic and I started to fantasize about exhibitionism
and the fact that we were in a strange city, and basi-
cally anonymous. Later when I went to sun by the hotel
pool, I found that I kept thinking about being watched
by strangers, I was really feeling horny laying in my
chaise lounge in nothing but my little bikini - the
pool is outside the restaurant which has floor to
ceiling windows in it. They are tented so you can see
out, but those outside by the pool see nothing but
mirrored glass. I fantasized that I was on display, and
had a hard time controlling urges. . .
That night I brought up the subject to Jeff again and
he told me that he’d been thinking about it ever since
we’d talked about it the week before. He would have
mentioned it to me but was afraid that I would think
he was perverted or worse. (Anyone who knows me already
knows I’m my own brand of perverse, at least when it
comes to erotic stories. I’m working on Jeff, but good
things take time.)
I told Jeff that as long as he respected my feelings in
the things we did together, I would never think him a
pervert. Our discussion ranged over many other topics,
but Jeff kept coming back to exhibitionism. I finally
asked him if he had something in mind. I told him that
I wasn’t stupid, and that I knew he kept steering the
conversation back to that topic. Finally, a little
sheepishly he admitted that he had an idea he’d like
to discuss with me.
I have to admit that when he said that I was instantly
frightened, and excited too. Here was another human-
being acting on an impulse, talking about doing some-
thing sexual, maybe in public, just like some the
stories I’ve read. I waited for him to continue - with
my heart in my throat.
He told me that the rest of his team were going home
Friday evening and that he was supposed to finish up on
Saturday. (They could have completed the task sooner,
but I think his partners wanted to let Jeff say a
little longer so we could enjoy ourselves for another
day.)
He went on to tell me that the Haversad building was a
10 story building surrounded by sky-scrapers on just
about all sides. He told me that the building was com-
pletely empty, that they didn’t use security personnel
because they had a working security system.
When I asked him what all that meant, he asked me if I
would like to try one of our scenarios on the roof. At
first I didn’t understand what he meant. Then it dawned
on me that if we were on the roof of a 10 story build-
ing surrounded by sky-scrapers, that we’d be visible to
- maybe - thousands of people. He asked me to think
about it, he assured me that we could get away if the
law came into the picture.
I said yes I’d do it. (didn’t take me long to decide)
He was all ready to give me more reasons why it would
work, but stopped in mid-sentence, mouth open. He was
very surprised that I’d go along with his scheme so
easily. So was I.
Those of you who’ve seen my picture know I’m not a hag.
With my new job, my tan is much darker, and I guess
most people in their 20’s, look pretty acceptable with-
out clothes on anyway. But no one has seen Jeff, (and
no I’m not sending his picture out so don’t ask). He’s
a hunk in anyone’s book. I’m blonde, but he’s golden.
You know that roman tan dusty blonde-brown hair. That’s
how I always picture him. He has a really nice muscley
body, and although he doesn’t do weights, he runs 10
miles every morning (weather permitting) and plays tons
of sports. Jeff’s 25, and much more experienced than I
am, and I like that a lot. Oop’s . . .I’m gushing. . .
back to the story.
We both went into the Haversad building Saturday morn-
ing. Unfortunately is was raining and cold during the
morning hours, so I puttered around exploring the big
empty building. About noon the sun started to shine and
I went up to the roof, to get some rays, while Jeff
completed his work. As I lay there on our hotel blanket
(wondering what the maid would think when she discover-
ed our blanket missing) I looked up at the tall glass
fronted buildings. I was initially very aroused as I
lay there wondering if people were looking down at me.
I was fantasizing about Jeff and I, and to tell the
truth, I wasn’t so sure any more. It had sounded so
sexy the night before, but I didn’t want to go to jail,
I’d die if that happened. With that thought worming
it’s way into my mind, I drifted into one of those sun-
bathing sleeps, dreaming about being raped by one of
those tuff Dyke types in jail. (Funny what the mind
will think about sometimes.)
Sometime later, Jeff came up and we had a little lunch
(Deli, and sodas, that we’d bought before coming up)
Then I went down into the empty building to help Jeff
collect his stuff. I kept putting things off, not
actually wanting to call the thing off, but kind of
hoping that he would.
Around 4PM Jeff was completely done. He turned to me
and said "OK, you ready?" What could I say, so I went
with him up the two flights of stairs, my heart pound-
ing, I could almost hear the blood rushing in my veins.
This was it, I’d either do it, or chicken out. I just
threw caution to the wind and trusted Jeff without
question, I let him lead me.
As we emerged into the open, I saw that the sun was
tipping the hills, and from that direction the sun made
everything seem gold, and the clarity of vision was
amazing. As Jeff took his shirt off and was laying the
blanket on the roof top, I could see the downy soft
golden hairs on his arms, and on the nap of his neck.
The sun seemed to make him shine.
He turned to me and gave me a long look, then walked
over to me and reached around from the front and un-
snapped my bikini top. I held my breath, I’m not sure
what I thought would happen, but as he stepped back,
with my top in his hand I let my breath out and
laughed. Soon I was spinning around in front of him so
he could get a good look. I almost fell down because I
was already dizzy from fright. I have to admit that I
was stone scared, I couldn’t even swallow, but I was
also on top of the world. I was doing something that
most people would never experience. Here I was standing
bare-breasted twirling around, surely attracting
attention from maybe hundreds of office workers. As I
twirled I was wondering what I would be thinking if I
were one of those office workers.
I stopped dancing around and became serious as Jeff
unsnapped his pants and let them drop. He’d already
taken off his shoes and socks, so there he was with
his nicely shaped erection bobbing to the rhythm of
his heightened heart beat.
I looked up at the skyscrapers and then back at Jeff,
and knew that we were going to go through with this. I
quickly slid my bottoms off and joined him on the
blanket. We did it missionary style. I just lay there
as he knelt between my legs his engorged penis showing
to the world. He lowered himself on to me, making a
big show of the whole thing. Believe me when I say I
hadn’t forgotten our audience. He had no trouble
entering me because the mixture of fear and arousal
had done it’s job on my sex organs. Being almost 20,
and having everything working makes sex pretty easy
under any circumstances.
So at any rate Jeff plugged me and started to do what
Jeff does best. . . But he couldn’t hold back for more
than a minute. He was gushing and grunting after only
10 or 20 thrusts. I could tell that he was in pain,
his orgasm must have been quite intense. I hadn’t had
one myself, and even though I’d entered into this whole
thing as a follower I was so horny now that I thought
my head would explode if I didn’t get release.
When Jeff was done he slumped onto me breathing hard.
After a moment or so he rolled off and lay beside me.
I had had the advantage of facing toward the sky, and
was looking at all those office building windows. As
Jeff was having his way with me, I was wondering if
anyone was watching us. I knew that someone must be,
but couldn’t see through any of the windows. Jeff
started to get up, but I grabbed his arm and told him
to lie still. We lay side by side completely exposed
to the world. I glanced over at Jeff and noticed his
glistening sex. I wondered if there might be any women
office workers watching. A momentary flash of jealousy
passed through my thoughts, but was replaced with the
shear joy of knowing that he was mine, and that they
could only look at him. At that moment I decided to
give our audience a good show, why not, we’d gone this
far and I Hadn’t heard any cops breaking down the
doors.
I noticed that Jeff was still hard, and reached over
to jack on him for our audience. One of the things I
like about Jeff is his penis. I love to watch it pop
out around my fingers when I give him a hand-job. I
know I shouldn’t be telling you this, but he has a
very nice one. It’s not monumental or anything, just
the right size and shape. I remember thinking the
first time I saw it that it looked so clean and sleek.
He was circumcised as a child, and has the nicest
shaped penis head I’ve ever seen. (Being on the Inter-
net and trading in erotica, I’ve seen a lot them over
the past year.)
When I give Jeff a knob Job, (that’s what he calls it)
I always make sure he’s just out of the shower, I guess
it’s my fastidious side coming out. But today I didn’t
care. I’d have done him if he hadn’t had a bath in a
week. One moment I was jacking him off, the next I was
licking him off. And you know - I didn’t mind one bit.
I guess if you love someone their sweat and juices
don’t bother you really. And besides I was giving my
boyfriend a blow-job in front of maybe a thousand
strangers. The feeling I was having were so intense, I
almost felt frail, It seemed like my body was see
through, that my skin was paper thin. The fear and
excitement were almost too much for me, I felt like I
was going to faint.
My lips wrapped around his manly shaft made him thrash
around very sexily. The sun was just peaking around one
of the big buildings now, and the light on our roof
wasn’t going to hold out much longer. I wanted to get
Jeff off again in front of our multitude of voyeurs,
and really went to town on him. I can just imagine what
it looked like with my blonde curls bobbing over Jeff’s
crotch, and him jerking and thrashing under my atten-
tions.
Then Jeff surprised me. He reached up and grabbed my
breasts, and slowly pushed me over on to my back. I
fought him a little because I wanted him to cum again.
But he’s stronger than me, and won the tug-of-war.
Pushing me back on the blanket, Jeff buried his face
between my legs. I couldn’t believe that he was doing
it. I mean he always reciprocates, but he’s never
stopped me before when I’m doing something to him that
he likes. (Actually when I think about it, I’m the oral
one in our relationship.)
He had me going in an instant. Here I was naked laying
in the sun, showing off my body to maybe thousands of
people, and I had my Adonis sucking and licking me,
making me absolutely crazy. I might have wiggled
around a little more than usual for the benefit of our
audience but the feelings raging through my body were
real, and wonderful.
Jeff kept gently working on my clitoris, knowing exact-
ly how much to do, and the rhythm, or should I say lack
of rhythm to do it with. After only a couple of minutes
he had me screaming in fantastic agony, as *I* squirmed
under *his* attentions now. (I love Jeff.)
That may have been the best orgasm of my life. (so far)
I know that it went on for much longer than usual. I
remember laying there thrashing around under Jeff’s
face, looking at the blue sky, and glancing at the
buildings and thinking that this was probably the best
sex I’ve ever had.
Jeff finally stopped his lovely torture. He’d been so
into getting me off, and was so turned on by my screams
of passion that he’d cum all on his own, all over my
leg. I remember knowing, even when I was in the throws
of my own orgasm, that Jeff was cumming, I felt his hot
sperm splashing onto my skin in soft silent gushes.
I reached for him, taking his sweet face between my
hands and we kissed for the longest time. But after a
bit our moist parts began to cool in the falling
shadows and a since of urgency attacked us. It was
time to go. I noticed that the sun had gone completely
behind the neighboring building throwing our roof top
into comparative darkness.
Jeff wanted to get out of there right away, but I told
him that we should take our time - and we slowly
dressed. I did, however wait until we went inside to
put my sundress on over my bikini. Just in case - I
didn’t want anyone on the sidewalk outside to recognize
my dress.
I don’t know how many people watched us that afternoon,
but it had to be hundreds at least. We were in full
view of at least 5 sky-scrapers, and even though most
of the people in those office buildings wouldn’t have
been able to see great detail, they surely must have
known what we were doing.
-=*=-
NOTE:
I wrote this short-story on the flight home, (good-old
Alaska Airlines, with all that extra leg room) As I was
finishing up, Jeff had a moment of remorse, he wondered
if someone in one of those office buildings might have
had a video camera. He even suggested that someone
might sell it to Hard-Copy or some sleazy TV show like
that. Soooo. . . You might be look’in at a celebrity
here. Don’t worry, I won’t forget my friends if I make
it big. . .<smile>
All I can say is that now I know why some people prac-
tice exhibitionism. . . It was exciting, but I don’t
think we’ll do anything quite that crazy again. Maybe.
Kristen's collection (Directory7 personal)
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Kristen's_Collection/zzentry/entry.htm
(is the home of my collection)
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