From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Building (MF, cons)
Date: 4 Nov 1996 19:29:13 GMT

			       Building

	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. Adrenaline
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.
