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 unreasonable 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 accommodate 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 immeasurably 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, irresistible 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.
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