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Up on the roof
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My wife, Deborah, often tells me "bedtime stories" of her sexual
adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or
because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I'm sure, are
fictional. Others, I'm just not sure about. I'll vouch for the truth of
this story. After all, I'd never contradict a lady in public. <g>
One of the nice things about living in an apartment in a big city is
that it affords you opportunities that a private house or a small town just
can't offer. Our apartment building, for example, has a glass-walled
restaurant taking up about half the roof. We don't go there often; we
can't afford a whole lot of visits to four-star restaurants. The rest of
the roof has been covered with patio tiles, and is open to the residents
for sunbathing, stargazing, or whatever. We've even had one person commit
suicide by jumping off -- although I don't think the management approved of
that. Needless to say, the view from up there is spectacular. You've got
the lights of the city spread out all around you, and from the roof you can
people-watch into the restaurant. Of course, that works both ways.
Anyway, this is the story as Deb tells it (albeit, with my title).
UP ON THE ROOF
Remember what happened a few months ago, when we went up to the roof
to look at the view? It was around one in the morning. The restaurant had
just closed, so some of the staff was still in there cleaning up, putting
the chairs out of the way, and all of that kind of thing. We went over to
the corner furthest from the restaurant, kind of behind the potted trees,
and leaned on the wall at the edge.
We chatted for a bit and watched the lights, and then I felt you edge
up behind me and put your arms around me. Somehow I wasn't surprised. I
had rather suspected you had something more in mind than looking at the
view when you suggested coming up. I had even dressed appropriately: a
tank-top, and no bra. I leaned back against you and smiled when your hands
slid around my waist and began to caress my stomach.
I reached behind myself and behind you to stroke your butt as you
began to kiss the side of my neck. The kiss -- and your butt -- felt
really good, and I leaned back against you, feeling the bulge in your pants
beginning to poke against my ass. You shifted your attention upwards a
bit, nibbling my ear and stroking my breasts. I responded by squirming my
butt against your crotch, grinning as I felt your cock growing harder and
harder. I shivered when you pulled my shirt free of my pants and slipped
your hands underneath.
"Cold?" you asked.
"A little," I replied. "It's the breeze more than anything else."
You turned me around to face you, and then turned us both around so
your back was towards the breeze and mine towards the restaurant. "There
you go, ma'am. Your own, private wind-screen." It was such a thoughtful
gesture I couldn't possibly complain when you pulled my shirt off, baring
my breasts. Not that I would have complained, especially after you bent
down and began licking my nipples.
It felt very nice, but with you bent over like that, the breeze was
starting to bother me again. I pulled you upright, and pressed my tits
against you, warming them on your chest. Your cock was like a rock, and I
knew it must be demanding release rather urgently. "Would you like me to
do something about this?" I asked, stroking it gently through your pants.
"Silly question..."
"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" I undid your belt, opened the button of
your jeans, unzipped your fly, and found that you had dressed for the
occasion too. Without underpants to confine it, your cock stuck straight
out in front of you. I glanced around, and decided that if anyone was
still in the restaurant, the trees would prevent them from seeing anything.
To be sure though, I decided to stay between you and the windows. I
lowered your pants to your knees, and then began to run my index finger
back and forth along the underside of your prick. You shivered, and it was
my turn to look mock-concerned. "Aw, what's the matter? Breeze blowing up
your ass?"
"No, the wall's blocking the breeze. It's the madwoman trying to
scratch my cock under the chin that's making me do that. Doesn't she know
that you're supposed to do that to pussies?"
"There's only one pussy around here, and I'm not into scratching my
own at the moment."
You rolled your eyes, although I'm not sure whether in pain at the
level of humor we had just displayed, or in pleasure as I wrapped my hand
around your cock and began to stroke the length of it. After a minute or
two, I began to stroke your balls with my other hand, and you began to moan
in pleasure. When your moans began to peak, and your balls tightened up
into your crotch, I released you. "Hang on a second. I know what you'd
really like."
I turned you around, pushing you to a sitting position on the edge of
the planter I had been leaning against. I figured that way your body would
help block what I was about to do from anyone in the restaurant.
I dropped to my knees in front of you, lifting your cock to point
straight up. I leaned against you, pressing your cock between my cheek and
your stomach. "Gotta get it nice and warm. Don't want you to get
cold-cocked." The groan that followed that line was definitely one of
pain.
Still holding your prick upright, I kissed the tip, and then ran my
tongue across it along the groove under the head. I took the tip in my
mouth and began circling my tongue around it. I slid my head down a bit
further, continuing the circling motion as I began to jerk you off again.
I didn't want you cumming to soon, so when you began to thrust into my
mouth, I pulled back. I gave you a few seconds to cool down, and then ran
my tongue down the underside of your shaft, from the tip to the base. I
kissed your balls, and then began to lick them gently. I started with tiny
little strokes from back to front, and then lengthened them gradually.
When the strokes became so long that I was licking all the way around the
sack and onto the base of your cock, I ran my tongue back up to the tip,
and began the cycle over again, kissing the tip before I returned it to my
mouth.
Three times I repeated the cycle, from cock to balls and back again,
before events came to a head. I had your cock deep in my mouth, whipping
my tongue against the underside, one hand wrapped around the shaft, and the
other rubbing your balls. I felt your balls contract, but I was too
wrapped up in what I was doing to register what that meant. Before I could
brace myself, you gave one last moan of pleasure, and blasted your cum into
my mouth. The first blast struck me in the back of the throat, and I began
to choke as a little went down my windpipe. I pulled back, getting my
breathing under control, and received the rest of your load all over my
face and tits.
"Sorry," you said. "I should have given you a little warning."
"Don't worry about it. I'm OK. I'm washable." I looked down at the
cum dripping from my left nipple. "Have you got a kleenex or something so
I can clean up a bit? Somehow I don't think I should go downstairs like
this."
You started to shake your head, and I jumped a foot in the air (and
that's not easy when you start from your knees) as a voice from the shadows
said "How about a napkin? You look like you could use one."
I don't know about you, but I hadn't heard anyone approaching, so it
took me a minute to get my heart to slow to a reasonable speed. While I
was still trying, the speaker stepped out of the shadows and handed me the
napkin. He had short, dark hair, and was wearing a tux; obviously an
authority of some sort from the restaurant, if not the maitre d'. He
looked to be in his late thirties; old enough to be shocked at finding a
couple fucking outside his restaurant, but it was pretty clear that he was
anything but shocked.
"How long have you been watching?" I asked, as I began mopping at my
chest. "And is anyone else out there?"
"Well, I don't know how long you've been up here, but I think I caught
most of the show. If anyone else saw anything, it had to be a building
resident. I'd just sent the last of the cleaning staff down the elevator,
and was about to lock the doors when I spotted you. When I saw what you
were up to, I grabbed the napkin and came over to get a better view. It
did look like you were having fun."
"I certainly was," you assured him. "I don't know how many thrills
she got out of it, though. She generally prefers fucking to sucking."
I had been counting on you to provide some thrills for me, but it
seemed that I had done too good a job on you. Your cock was limp, and I
could tell it would take you more than a minute or two to recover enough to
try for seconds.
"It was fun," I assured the stranger, "but I still haven't gotten off.
You deserve a reward for bringing me a napkin. Would you like to see if
it's as much fun as it looks like?" As I spoke, I stripped off my pants
and panties, and piled my clothes on the tile for padding.
The stranger looked rather startled. "But what about him?" he said,
nodding in your direction.
"He's in no shape to do much. I want a cock in me, and he's not
nearly ready to give me one."
He still seemed hesitant. He obviously liked what he saw -- the bulge
in his pants was obvious -- but he pulled his eyes away from me long enough
to look at you.
"Go ahead," you told him. "You'd be crazy to pass up an offer like
that, especially from her. You'll have fun, and so will she. Seems like a
good deal for everyone."
"But what about you?"
"Don't worry about me. I'm married to her. I've made love with her
more than a few times, and will again. You won't be depriving me any.
Enjoy."
His eyes returned to me. "OK," he said after a moment. "If you're
both sure, I'm not going to be stupid enough to pass up the chance." He
stripped quickly, and then held his clothes out to me. "You want these? A
little extra padding never hurts."
I thanked him, and added them to my clothes. I settled down on the
pile of clothes, and opened my legs to him. "I'm ready any time you are,"
I told him. I wasn't kidding either. Between the excitement of sucking
you, the thrill of trying a new guy, and the added charge of doing it with
you watching, I was wet enough that I probably could have taken John Holmes
without extra lubrication -- as long as he took his time. I wasn't even
going to have that much trouble with our stranger. His cock wasn't any
longer than the average, although it was a bit thicker.
He knelt between my legs, and started to slide into me. I wrapped my
legs around his back, and pulled him all the way in. "Mmmmmm. That's
wonderful!" he sighed. It obviously took all his self-control to look over
at you. "You sure you don't mind?"
"Even if I did, I doubt she'd let you loose now. Have fun. I can
always take sloppy seconds."
He turned his attention back to me, kissing my throat, and then began
a long, slow stroke that I matched eagerly. "Mmmmm," I sighed.
"Ohhhhh," he responded. "You're so nice and tight," he whispered in
my ear. "You feel wonderful."
"It feels great to have you in me. It's been a while since I've had
anybody this thick." He began speeding up his strokes, and I sped up to
match.
I glanced up at you, and saw that the show had charged you back up;
your cock was rock hard again, and you were stroking it. The stranger was
thrusting hard and fast, and he was obviously about to cum. I blew you a
kiss, and then returned all my attention to him, tightening my cunt around
him.
"Oh, GOD!" he cried as he came.
I wasn't nearly that coherent. I think I cried out something profound
like "Ohh! Ahh! Uh, uh, uh, oooooh!" as I came, feeling his cock jerking
inside me.
He slumped forward across me, and my legs fell limp to his sides. We
lay together for a few minutes as you knelt down next to me and began
stroking my hair. The stranger looked up and kissed me. "Thank you. That
was as fun as it looked." Looking at you he added "Thank you, too. I
really appreciate it."
"Don't mention it," we both said simultaneously. I added, "I had at
least as much fun as you did."
"I find that hard to believe," he said with a smile, "but I won't
argue with you." He looked over at you. "You want me to get out of your
way?"
"Not until you're ready to get up, but yes, I would like a turn."
"OK," he said, withdrawing from me, and getting to his feet. "Would
you stand up for a second, sweetie?" he asked me as he picked up the napkin
and wiped his cock off. I stood, and he scooped up the clothes that had
been under my head and shoulders, adding them to the pile under my butt.
He sat down behind me leaning against the planter, and gestured for me to
sit down, and lean back against him.
We shifted position a couple of times, and finally settled down in a
fairly comfortable position. He was sitting cross-legged with my head in
his lap, his cock warm against my cheek. He reached down and began to
caress my breasts as you entered me, burying yourself in me with one swift
stroke.
I can't usually cum twice that quickly, but the excitement of having
the both of you was rapidly turning me on again. I turned my head to the
side, and kissed the stranger's cock, tasting the remnants of his cum and
my juices on it. He turned my head to face up again, and kissed me deeply.
I felt a surge of arousal, and began fucking up at you as hard as you were
pounding into me.
You moaned your pleasure as you fired your second cum of the evening
into me, the stranger pinched my nipples, and the extra stimulation pushed
me over the edge. I screamed my pleasure, fortunately muffled by his lips.
As much fun as I was having, I didn't really want the whole neighborhood to
know what was going on. After all they might not let us back up on the
roof again!
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Deb and I hope you've enjoyed reading this story as much as we enjoyed
writing it -- not to mention the research! If you have questions, kudos,
or complaints, I can be reached (in order of preference):
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2) via the Internet as [email protected],
3) via the Internet as [email protected], or
4) as Solo Polyphony on Windy City Freedom Fortress (708-564-1754).
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[email protected].
Hope to hear from you!
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