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Subject: THE BUILDERS
Date: 16 Jul 1997 15:19:27 GMT
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Several weeks ago I was doing some preliminary measurements for a
building
addition that our architectural firm was going to design. I was working
on the
roof at an expensive condominium complex where there were many enclosed
private courtyards, most of which were positioned so they were
concealed from
other tenants' windows.

As I clambered around on the roof, I heard a noise below me. Looking
down into
one of the courtyards, I saw a woman walking out of her condominium
with a
book and a glass of iced tea. She was very tan, with bushy brown hair,
and a
beautiful face. She looked like a model or actress in her white bikini
and
sunglasses.

I was standing in a position where I couldn't see the whole courtyard,
and as
she walked across it, the intervening roof blocked my view of her. I
continued
my work, but my mind kept going back to the tan beauty below me.

After a few minutes I crept over near the courtyard and tried to see
where she
was without her noticing. After a little maneuvering, I could see her
reflection in the sliding-glass door of her condominium. She was laying
on her
stomach on a padded wooden chaise lounge, reading the book. It looked
like the
top of her bikini was undone so she could tan her back.

I moved around behind her where she couldn't see me and quietly
approached the
edge of the roof. Now that I had a clear view, she looked even better.
Her
long slender legs were evenly tanned and her muscles stood out just
enough to
add shape. I couldn't help imagining what it would feel like to have
those
smooth, strong legs wrapped around me, pulling me in, holding me...

Her buttocks were round and firm. She had pulled the fabric of her
bikini
bottoms up and in towards the middle, exposing more than half of each
buttock
to the sun. I looked at the creases the elastic made in the flesh of
her
buttocks, and could almost feel their firm smoothness.

She lifted up on her elbows to take a drink of iced tea, and as she did
so, I
could see the curve of her breast. As she pulled the little table with
the
iced tea closer to her lounge, her breast shuddered slightly with the
movement, and as she lowered herself, the breast flattened against the
lounge.
I could see that her breasts were firm and full, but couldn't see much
more.
Her back was shapely and bare, with an even tan, her ribs barely
showing as
she breathed slowly. Her hair was medium brown with lighter highlights
from
the sun, and it cascaded across the top of her back and down her
shoulders.

I realized that I must look suspicious crouching here on the edge of
the roof,
staring down, and I was suddenly embarrassed. Even more embarrassing
was the
huge erection I had developed watching her, and as I stood up I looked
around
to see if anybody was looking out their windows at me. The building was
laid
out on several levels and with many alcoves and angles, like a low pile
of
children's blocks. I went back to work and tried to forget the woman.

I was almost finished with my measurements when I heard her voice. At
first I
thought it was the wind, or some kind of bird. Then I heard it again. A
sigh.
I crept back to the edge of the roof and looked down. She was still on
her
stomach reading the book, but her hips and legs were moving. She was
slowly
rotating her pelvis, grinding her abdomen and crotch into the lounge
mattress.
Whatever she was reading was making her, as well as her secret
observer, very
aroused.

She parted her legs, and pulled the edges of the mattress together with
her
knees, forming a sort of hump or ridge down the middle. As she dragged
her
pelvis up and down along the hump she began to sigh and moan more
loudly. I
watched her tan, muscular body moving slowly and rhythmically, writhing
with
pleasure. Her breathy voice was so compelling: With each movement came
a soft
sigh that raised slightly in pitch at the end. Suddenly she put the
book on
the table and began to turn over onto her back.

Her breasts lifted free of her bikini top, and swayed in unison as she
turned
over. I was so fascinated with watching them that I almost forgot that
I would
be visible to her now. I quickly dropped down and back from the edge
and held
perfectly still, afraid she had seen me.

I was relieved and tantalized when her moans resumed, and it was all I
could
do not to peek down over the edge again. With the sounds of her rapture
flooding my ears, I frantically looked around me. There was a chimney
rising
out of the roof near the corner of her courtyard I snuck back from the
edge,
and circled around behind it. Kneeling down low, I could peek around
the edge
of the chimney. I was off to her side a little more now, and didn't
think she
would see me unless she happened to glance in my direction. In any
event, she
was quite preoccupied with herself.

My view was now spectacular. She was lying flat on her back, wearing
nothing
but her bikini bottoms. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples
erect. The
dark brown area around each nipple was small. With one hand she
massaged her
breasts, gliding over and around each one and then pressing inward and
around,
kneading and pulling her flesh. The other hand was skimming up and down
along
her flat brown stomach and across to her sides, following the contour
of her
waist.

Her hand slid across her stomach again and down to the edge of her
bikini
bottoms. It lingered there for a moment as if undecided about what to
do. Then
it plunged under the panties and into her crotch, stroking and rubbing
the
small mound between her legs. My erection was throbbing, and my shorts
felt
far too small. Her moans were still soft but more insistent now. The
breathy
quality was gone and her voice had an urgent edge. I kneeled there
watching
her pelvis tilt and gyrate, listening to her moan in rhythm, watching
as her
hand thrashed in her panties, pushing the material away to give me a
glimpse
of her dark pubic hair.

Suddenly her hand stopped moving. Absolute silence. I looked up at her
face,
and saw that she was staring straight at me. I started to duck down,
but I was
stopped by her gaze, still fixed on my eyes. She looked a bit alarmed,
but her
eyes continued to drill into mine. I must have given an embarrassed
smile,
because gradually her expression became impassive. As she stared at me,
a
little mischievous smile crossed her face. She looked at the ground
with a
bemused expression, and then slowly began to gather up her things.

She stood up and walked toward her door, and I felt silly and ashamed
that I
had violated her privacy. At the same time I wanted her more than any
woman I
had ever seen. I wanted those legs wrapped around me, I wanted to feel
her
supple buttocks and breasts yield under my touch. I wanted to hear her
moan in
rhythm with my thrusts, and to feel her strain and buck next to my
body.

As she opened her door and started to step in, I felt a bittersweet
sadness
and frustration knowing that I would never see her again. I was about
to stand
up and return to my work when she looked back at me. I am sure she saw
the
dejected look on my face, because she put on an exaggerated expression
that
was a playful caricature of pity, recklessness, and arousal. She had to
be an
actress. Then she gave a bubbly little laugh and disappeared into her
condominium.

I noticed, though, that she had left the sliding door open a little
bit. Could
this be a hint? After the look she had given me, it seemed impossible
that it
could be anything else. I eagerly walked around the edge of the
courtyard
trying to find a way down. There was nothing but an air conditioning
unit near
one wall, below the edge of the roof. I swung my legs over the edge and
lowered myself onto the air conditioner. Then I realized that, because
the
courtyard was completely enclosed, the only way out would be through
her
condominium. If I was wrong about her feelings, I could find myself in
a very
embarrassing spot. I tried to put that thought out of my mind.

As I walked to her door, my apprehension mounted. I couldn't see
anybody
inside, but I had no choice about going through the door. If I didn't I
was
trapped out on the patio.

Her living room was decorated in an eclectic style, with expensive new
furniture and a few antiques. The carpet was thickly padded and very
soft. As
I entered the room and looked around, I felt increasingly ashamed. Here
I was
entering a stranger's apartment with no real invitation. For all I knew
she
could be calling the police, or some male friend. I didn't even know if
she
was alone here. I suddenly felt the need to escape as my arousal was
replaced
by unreaonable fear. Maybe I could pretend that my work had required
that I
make measurements in her courtyard, and that I had not realized that
there was
no other way out but through her door. She may not really believe it,
but it
would probably get me out of here with out too much embarrassment. If I
went
back out to the courtyard and knocked on the window, I could make it
look like
I had never entered. It would look a little more innocent.

As I turned toward the door, I heard her voice. Adrenalin exploded
through my
body, all the way to my fingertips. I felt a hot blush spread from
between my
eyes down over my face and shoulders.

"You were watching me, weren't you?" She was back in her bikini top,
and she
held a hair brush poised in mid stroke. Her expression was accusing
without
being hostile.

"I was just making some measurements on the roof, and I had to take a
critical
dimension that included a part of your courtyard. I'm really sorry if I
intrud..."

"It's okay." She was staring into my eyes again. "I'm flattered, but
it's not
polite to stare at somebody who doesn't know you're there." She
languidly
looked me up and down, and suddenly I felt as if I were the one that
was half
undressed.

"If you'll show me out the front door I'll get back to work." I was
relieved
that she seemed to be a reasonable person, but still felt the need to
get out
of the situation.

"Actually, I knew you were there all along. I saw you working here last
week,
and I guess I got sort of a crush on you. I've never done anything like
this
before, and I'm not quite sure how to ask. But I want you to make love
to me."
She was staring into my eyes again, and we slowly walked toward each
other. As
we embraced, I felt my erection, which had withered during the anxious
few
moments, suddenly grow fiercely hard again. She grasped my buttocks and
gently
pulled my crotch to hers, pressing herself into the bulge in my pants.

She was still staring into my eyes, and I took her face into my hands,
my
fingers buried in her hair. I drew her face close to mine and slowly,
gently
kissed her lips. Our tongues met, softly at first, and began to explore
and
intertwine. I reached around and released the clasp on her bikini top.
She
drew away from me for a moment and let it fall to the floor. I hugged
her
close and felt her breasts flatten against me. Again she drew away and
began
to unbutton my shirt. She pulled it back from my shoulders and let it
slide
off my arms. She came closer and dragged her hard nipples across my
chest, her
breasts moving and swaying.

Our kisses became deeper and more intense. I rubbed my hands up and
down her
naked back, over her buttocks, pulling her against myself. Her soft
breathy
moans were close in my ears.

She loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I let them slide to the
floor
and kicked them free of my feet. As she slid her hands down the back of
my
shorts, she gripped my leg with her knees, wrapping her legs around my
leg,
dragging the little mound in her panties up and down my thigh. With her
hands
she pulled my shorts down to my knees, and then reached up with one of
her
feet and pushed them to the floor. My erection ached, hot and hard.

"I want you to lie down and I want you inside me," she breathed. I lay
down on
the soft carpet, and for a moment she stood above me. Her panties were
wet
with anticipation, and as she pulled them down I glimpsed her engorged
lips
peeking out from within the furry triangle of pubic hair. She straddled
me,
sitting on my stomach, and leaned over to kiss me. Once again her
nipples
softly caressed my chest. I could feel her wetness on my abdomen, and
her kiss
was deep and hard. I held her hips, trying to maneuver her closer to my
crotch. She grasped my penis and rubbed it between her legs. She was so
wet
and warm I wanted to plunge into her, but she kept rubbing me up and
down
through her folds. I ached to be inside her. Finally she rose up and
slowly
lowered herself onto me. I felt her inner lips, engorged and beckoning,
cradling the head of my penis. As I gently pushed into her, I could
feel the
lips moving down, past the head and onto the shaft, spreading to
accomodate
me. I pulled out of her slightly and pushed inward again, just to feel
those
lips swallow me one more time. She moved up and down and with each
thrust she
consumed more of me until I was buried deep inside her.

Our lips were locked together, our tongues twisting, probing, as I
began to
thrust faster. She gyrated and rocked her pelvis to accentuate my
movements,
and we panted in one another's ears.

Still straddling me, she raised herself up into a sitting position and
continued to ride me. Her hair flowed down over her shoulders and her
face had
a devilish grin. "I'll bet this is better than being a spectator on the
roof."

"Is there anything like this in that book you were reading?"

She just smiled that devilish smile again. I recalled how she had
looked
grinding her pelvis into the mattress outside as she read. As exciting
as that
was, the view I had now was immesureably better. As I drove in and out,
her
breasts bounced and swayed. Her hips tilted in circles and
figure-eights,
searching for delicious friction. Her small supple waist was bending
and
twisting, and she ran her hands all over herself, her willowy body
tight with
excitement. I could look down and see myself, disappearing into her
glistening
pussy, the lips embracing my shaft, and then reappearing, pulling the
lips
outward again. All the while she was looking into my eyes, caressing
herself
shamelessly.

She leaned back over me again and I felt her breasts flatten as she
pressed
her whole body tightly against mine. Her soft moans turned urgent as
our
bodies pounded together again and again. Our frenzied pitching almost
threw
our bodies apart. I held her tight and felt as if she were enveloping
me. I
was engulfed in beautiful hot soft flesh. I immersed myself in her
pleasure
and soon the familiar hot, irresistable feeling began to stir deep
within my
loins. I felt her body shuddering, her moans free and unrestrained. My
body
began to pump, hot and furious, out of my control, shooting a torrent
of semen
deep into her. My penis strove to empty itself, squeezing, wringing
every drop
into the moist, supple flesh that enveloped it.

Finally we slowed, catching our breath, and I softly kissed her. She
rotated
her hips one last time, pressing the little mound between her legs
against me.
I felt a warm twinge of pleasure, so different from the craving desire
I had
felt moments before.

We lay there for a few minutes, embracing and caressing each other.