The Rooftop Patio Escapade

Night had fallen over Cleveland an hour ago. My girllfriend Tina had left just minutes earlier after a two hour stay that saw us talking about everything of interest to us girls.

A revelation minutes before she left for home shocked me and my mouth went agape. The 29 year old had mentioned that she and her cousin Paula, a 37 year old, occasionally stay at a nudist resort. She doesn't even show cleavage.

"No one cares and it feels good. No one makes unwanted advances. Those who do get evicted."

I let her pitch go.

Short in stature, Tina must tilt her head back to meet my eyes five inches above hers. Her figure is pear-shaped with B cup tits.

My breasts are a C cup, my height 5' 6". A daily workout at my favorite gym keeps me fit.

I retired shortly after she left. Though I often sleep braless I've never gone nude in public. I slipped into an Ivory chemise.

An incident by the pond rose from my subconscious, an incident I had tried to downplay. Back in the day 12 years ago when I was an 18 year old my then girlfriends Jackie and Tricia dared me to streak under the night sky. The girls nagged. Reluctantly I slipped out of the lace bralet cami crop top but remained in my jeans. Word got out that I had streaked.

The following morning, a Saturday, my parents confronted me. I could not justify the act. Letting my boobs out to jiggle for the for the world to see was, in their eyes, considered uncouth, if not immoral.

My building has a rooftop patio furnished with cushion chairs and small round tables. The view of the lake and the city is spectacular. I occasionally go there, usually at night, to daydream or chat with others there.

Years of downplaying the scolding from my parents have at least made outdoor nudity unobjectionable, if not a an alternative lifestyle.

The desire to become an exhibitionist would not stay buried under modesty for much longer. It just wouldn't happen on this night.

Jason Long is a colleague at the hospital, though not the same department. At 46, he's works in the hosptal's IT department. I'm a nurse in General Internal Medicine.

Like me, he occasionally can be found on the rooftop enjoying the view. He's been a tenant in the building for 10 years, 5 years longer than I've been a tenant.

The time was approaching 9 p. m. two nights after Tina's visit. Nothing on TV appealed to me at that moment so I made my way to the patio. I immediately slipped out of the blue floral short-sleeved mini dress and draped it over the back of a chair. I put my bra and panties on the seat and walked around the perimeter.

This is so cool. Hey world check me out! I'm going to stay up here naked and enjoy the view.

A mild breeze was blowing although the night air was still quite warm. Moving lights revealed a westbound jet. The moon was almost full. Ferry boats ply across Lake Erie.

Jason had came up to the roof after a few minutes. He was sexually aroused but I said nothing. He approached and took a seat facing me.

His penis returned to a flaccid state after a few seconds.

Loneliness made me speak freely.

"I don't have a boyfriend. If I did he'd be up here with me."

"I had seen a guy come to your place."

"That's just Ken. He's my brother."

He eyes shifted downward so I spread my legs and opened them. My fingers found my clit so I let him watch me rubbing the gland.

The organ soon swelled and hardened. The labia opened. My fingers tracked through the juices seeping over my vulva.

Soft moans escaped my throat expressing my delight. Masturbating in front of a man used to be an act that I never even dared to imagine, until this moment.

Within minutes a toe curing orgasm left me huffing and slowly recuperating.

Jason was jerking off by this time.

"Oh baby don't stop. Jerk your dick. I love it."

I watched for just a minute then went to my knees putting my face into his lap. My lips slid down the length of his succulent morsel then back.

He reached out to cup my boobs and squeezed lightly.

Those few miutes had left both of us very satisfied.

Sensing that he wanted more I said, "only if you use a condom."

"I'll keep that in mind for the next time we're up here."

I giggled at the remark.

"What do you have against bedrooms?"

"Not a thing," he replied.

It felt like a good time to get much better acquainted.

I told him the story of the 18 year old streaker and my parents reaction when they heard about it. I told him about meeting Jackie and Tricia when I joined cheerleader squad.

"I loved high school football back in the day."


"What about the boys?"

"I dated, just not seriously."

"My x wife decided she likes girls."

"How long were you guys married?"

" I was 27. She was 22. She came out after 4 years of marriage."

"How come you never remarried?"

"I dated, just not seriously."

"Did you play a sport?"

"Baseball and hockey," he said.

"I lost didn't stay in touch with my high school friends. They're married. I don't know if there's kids."

"The last time I saw anyone from high school was my 25 year class reunion. It was a good time."

"So three years ago," I said.

"That sounds about right."

I asked, "where are you from originally."

" Richfield, and you?"

"Dayton," I replied.

"Do you have sex toys?"

"I'll never tell," I quipped.

With that reply I slid my hand back to my clit. He locked his eyes onto my lap as I rubbed.

After a second he surrendered to the urge to masturbate. I watched and waited for his orgasm.

Over the following days Jason and I hung out together often, usually in my apartment or his. At work we hardly ever even crossed paths. In chit chat with the girls I mentioned a boyfiend but opted to keep his identity a mystery. Some day I'll reveal his name.