On A Roof Top
Join Kristen and Jeff on a rooftop in this exhibitionist erotic story of a young couple and a not so tall building.>
I’d been reading some of Keiko’s exhibitionist stories,and Bobbi Sue’s stories too. I’d never thought about exhibitionism in relation to myself, but for the past several weeks thoughts had been circulating through the Ol’ gray matter.
I went so far as to talk about it to Jeff. Actually, we had a great time discussing different scenarios. I guess guys are natural exhibitionists, because he came up with some really wild stuff.
Anyway, Jeff called me last Sunday to say 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 of 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 at the idea of going with him. Bend Oregon this time of year can get pretty dark and dank. The thought of a 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’d stay at the Renaissance in San Mateo, and Jeff would work in his empty building all day. Meanwhile, I’d shop till I dropped, and work on my tan by the pool. (It’s funny how few people lie out in the sun in Northern California in November; to me, the weather seemed fine, even with the few rain squalls that interrupted my lie-about.)
Anyway, Jeff did his job and I did mine. We had a great time together in the evenings and even spent a little time with Jeff’s colleagues. I even got a chance to wear my little black dress when I got him to take me out to a club on Saturday night and danced him off his feet…
Oh to be watched…
But back to the story. On Thursday afternoon I signed onto the Internet, using Jeff’s laptop, and checked my e-mail. I happened to see a message from Keiko, saying that she hadn’t been able to write much lately because of school and all. Reading her message reminded me of her favorite topic, and I started to fantasize about exhibitionism and the fact that we were in a strange city, and essentially anonymous.
Later, sunning myself by the hotel pool, I kept thinking about what it would be like to be watched by strangers. I felt really horny, lying in my chaise longue in nothing but my little bikini. The pool is outside the restaurant, which has floor-to-ceiling windows. They’re tinted so that people in the restaurant can see out, while those by the pool see nothing but mirrored glass.
I fantasized that I was on display, and had a hard time controlling myself…
That night, talking to Jeff, I brought up the subject again. He said he’d also been thinking about it following our discussion of the week before. He said he’d have mentioned it to me but was afraid that I’d 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 him that, as long as he respected my feelings in the things we did together, I’d never considered him a pervert. Our discussion ranged over many topics, but Jeff kept returning to exhibitionism.
Eventually, I asked if he’d something particular in mind. I told him I wasn’t stupid, and that I’d realized he was continually steering our conversation back to that topic.
He admitted, a little sheepishly, that he had an idea he wanted to discuss with me. I have to admit that when he said that I felt a little apprehensive, but excited too. Here was someone else acting on impulse, talking about doing something sexually daring, maybe in public, just as in some of the stories that I’ve read. I waited for him to continue, my heart in my throat.
He said that the rest of his team was going home Friday evening and that he was supposed to finish up on Saturday. (They could have finished sooner, but I think Jeff’s partners wanted to let him stay a little longer so that we could enjoy ourselves for another day.)
He went on to say that the Haversad building was a 10- story structure, almost completely surrounded by sky-scrapers. He said that the building was completely empty; they didn’t use security personnel because there was a working electronic security system.
When I asked why he was telling me this, Jeff suggested I might like to enact one of our scenarios on the roof.
At first, I didn’t understand what he meant, but then it dawned on me! If we were on the roof of a 10-story building, surrounded by sky-scrapers, we’d be visible to, maybe, thousands of people.
He suggested I should think about it, and assured me we could always get away if the law intervened. 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, his mouth open, surprised that I was so easily persuaded. 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 without clothes on anyway. But no one has seen Jeff (and no, I’m not sending his picture out, so don’t ask). But 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. He’s 25, and much more experienced than I am; I like that a lot.
Oops! I’m gushing. Back to the story.
We both went into the Haversad building Saturday morning. Unfortunately it was raining and cold during the morning, 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. Lying there on our hotel blanket (wondering what the maid would think when she found it missing) I looked up at the tall glass-fronted buildings all around me.
At first I felt quite aroused as I lay there, fantasizing about Jeff and me, wondering if people were looking at me. After a while, though, I wasn’t so sure any more. It had sounded so sexy and exciting the night before, but I didn’t want to go to jail; I’d die if that happened.
With that thought worming its way into my mind, I drifted into one of those sun-bathing sleeps, dreaming about being raped by one of those tough dyke types in jail. (Funny what the mind can dredge up.) Sometime later Jeff came up and we had a bit of 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 prevaricating, not wanting to call the thing off myself, but kind of hoping that he would.
Around 4 pm Jeff had finished what he was doing. He turned to me and said: “OK. You ready?”
What could I say? I went with him up the two flights of stairs, my heart pounding; I could almost hear the blood rushing through my veins. This was it! I’d either do it or chicken out.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind and trust Jeff totally, I let him lead me to the roof. When we emerged into the open, the sun was tipping the hills. From that direction it made everything seem gold and the clarity of vision was amazing.
Jeff took his shirt off and laid the blanket on the rooftop. I could see the downy soft hairs on his arms and on the nape of his neck, shining golden in the sun. He turned and gave me a long look, then came over to me, reaching around me and unsnapping my bikini top.
I held my breath. I’m not sure what I had expected, but as he stepped back, my top in his hand, I let my breath out and laughed. Soon I was whirling around, letting him (and everybody else) get a good look at me. I almost fell down because I was already dizzy from fright.
I must admit to being stone scared – I couldn’t even swallow – but I was also on top of the world, doing something that most people would never experience. Here I was, twirling around bare-breasted, surely attracting attention from possibly hundreds of office workers.
While twirling, I wondered what I’d have thought if I had been 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 now he was naked, and his nicely-shaped erection bobbed and swayed with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Going through with it?…
I looked up at the skyscrapers, then back at Jeff, and realized that we were really going through with the plan. I quickly slipped off my bottoms and joined him on the blanket.
We did it missionary style. I just lay there while he knelt between my legs, first displaying his stiff, fat penis to the world. Then he lowered himself on top of me, making a big show of it.
Believe me when I say that we hadn’t forgotten our audience. Jeff had no trouble entering me because the mixture of fear and arousal had done its job on me. Being almost 20, and having everything in working order, makes sex pretty easy under most circumstances I guess.
At any rate, Jeff plugged me and started doing what he does best. Unusual for him, he couldn’t hold back for more than about a minute and was gushing and grunting after between just ten and twenty thrusts. He looked in real distress; his orgasm must have been quite intense.
I hadn’t yet had one myself, and though I’d gone into this as a follower I was so horny by now that I felt my head would explode if I didn’t get some release. When Jeff was done he slumped onto me, breathing heavily.
After a minute or so he rolled off and lay down next to me. I’d been facing skyward, and looking at all those office building windows. While Jeff was having his way with me, I was wondering if anyone was watching us. Of course, people must be watching, but I couldn’t see them through any of the windows.
Jeff started to get up, but I grabbed his arm. I told him to lie still and we continued to lie side by side, completely exposed to anyone who wanted to watch.
After a couple of minutes, I glanced over at Jeff, and then at his still-glistening cock. I wondered if there were any women office workers watching us.
I experienced a momentary flash of jealousy, but it was immediately replaced by sheer joy to know that he was mine and that those other women could only look at him.
Should I give our audience a good show? Why not? After all, we’d gone this far, and I hadn’t heard any cops breaking down the doors. Jeff still seemed to be hard, so I reached over to jack him for our audience.
One of the things I really 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 say this, but he has a very nice one. It’s not monumental or anything; just the right size and shape for me.
I remember thinking, the first time I saw it, that it looked really clean and sleek. He was circumcised as a child, and his prick has the nicest shaped head I’ve ever seen – and believe me, being on the Internet and dealing with erotica, I’ve seen a good few of them.
Whenever 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.
Today, though, I didn’t care. I’d have done him even 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 really bother you. Besides, I was giving my boyfriend a blow-job in front of maybe a thousand strangers.
The feelings I was experiencing were so intense, I almost felt like a wraith. My body felt transparent, and my skin ricepaper-thin. The combination of fear and excitement were almost too much for me, and I seemed about to faint.
The sensations he was getting from having my lips wrapped around, and moving up and down, his shaft made Jeff thrash his hips around, which I found very sexy.
The sun was no longer high in the sky and was just peeking around one of the big buildings. The sunlight on our roof wasn’t going to last much longer. I wanted to bring Jeff off again while our audience of voyeurs could still see us, so I really went to town on him. I can imagine what it must have looked like, with my blonde curls bobbing over Jeff’s crotch, and him jerking and thrashing about under my face.
Then Jeff surprised me. He reached down and grabbed one of my breasts, then slowly used his hold to push 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 onto the blanket, he scooched around and buried his face between my legs. I couldn’t believe he was doing it. I mean, he always reciprocates, but he’s never stopped me before when I’ve been in the middle of doing something to him that he likes. (Actually, now I think about it, I’m the oral one in our relationship.)
He had me going in an instant. I was lying naked in the sun, showing my body off to possibly thousands of people, and my Adonis was sucking and licking me, driving me crazy. I might have wiggled around a little more than usual for the sake of our audience, but the feelings raging through my body were real and wonderful.
Jeff kept working on my clitoris, knowing exactly how much to do, and what rhythm (or, should I say, lack of rhythm) to keep up. After just a couple of minutes, he had me screaming in delicious agony, and squirming under his attentions. (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 lying there, thrashing around under Jeff’s face, looking from the sky to the buildings and back again, and thinking that this was probably the best sex I’d ever had.
A little embarrassed…
Jeff eventually stopped his lovely torture. He’d been so into getting me off and was so turned on by my screams that he’d cum on his own, all over my leg. I remember knowing, even in the throes of my own orgasm, that Jeff was cumming, feeling his hot sperm splashing onto my skin in soft, silent gushes.
I reached for him and took his sweet face between my hands, and we kissed for the longest time.
After a while, though, our moist parts were starting to cool in the gathering shadows, and a sense of urgency hit us. It was time to go. By now the sun had quite disappeared behind the neighboring building, throwing our rooftop into comparative darkness. Jeff wanted to get out of there right away, but I said we should take our time, so we dressed before leaving the roof.
I did, however, wait until we were inside before putting 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 at least hundreds. After all, we were in full view of at least five skyscrapers, and even though most people in those office buildings wouldn’t have been able to see great detail, they must surely have been able to tell what we were doing.
I wrote this short story on the flight home (good old Alaska Airlines – all that extra legroom).
As I was finishing up, I saw Jeff looking a little worried. He wondered, he said, if anyone in those office buildings had used a video camera on us. He even suggested that the resulting video might be sold to Hard-Copy or some sleazy TV show like that.
Soooo… you might be lookin’ at a celebrity here. Don’t worry. I won’t forget my friends if I make it big…
All I can say is that I now know why some people practice exhibitionism… It was really exciting, but I don’t think we’ll do anything quite that crazy again. Maybe…
On A Roof Top is an exhibitionist erotic story presented by eroticprose.com. The home of erotic short stories and Literotica
Written by Kristen Kathleen Becker