Message-ID: <5660eli$9711171018@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: kristen78@aol.com (Kristen78) Subject: Kristen's: Roof Top.txt (NEW) sharing my vacation Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971117002101.TAA20624@ladder02.news.aol.com> ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text 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. . . 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. 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