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Iíd been reading some of Keikoís exhibitionist stories,
and Bobbi Sueís stories too. I'd never thought about
exhibitionism in relation to myself, but for the past
several weeks thoughts had been circulating through the
olí 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 on 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 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, Iíd shop till I
dropped, and work on my tan by the pool. (Itís 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-abouts.)
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...
But back to the story. On Thursday afternoon I signed
onto the Internet, using Jeffís laptop, and checked my
e-mail. I happened to see a message from Keiko, saying
that she hadnít 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
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
That night, talking to Jeff, I brought up the subject
again. He said heíd 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 Iím my own brand of perverse, at least when it
comes to erotic stories. Iím 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 consider 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 wasnít stupid, and that I'd realized he
was continually steering our conversation back to that
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 Iíve read. I waited
for him to continue, my heart in my throat.
He said that the rest of his team were 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 didnít 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 didnít 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, weíd be visible
to, maybe, thousands of people.
He suggested I think about it, and assured me we could
always get away if the law intervened. I said yes, Iíd
do it (didnít 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 whoíve seen my picture know Iím not a hag.
With my new job my tan is much darker, and I guess most
people in their 20ís look pretty acceptable without
clothes on anyway. But no one has seen Jeff (and no,
Iím not sending his picture out, so donít ask). But
heís a hunk in anyoneís book. Iím blonde, but heís
golden (you know that roman tan, dusty-blonde brown
hair..) Thatís how I always picture him.
He has a really nice muscley body, and although he
doesnít 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
Oops! Iím 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
At first I felt quite aroused as I lay there, fanta-
sizing about Jeff and me, wondering if people were
looking at me. After a while, though, I wasnít so
sure any more. It had sounded so sexy and exciting the
night before, but I didnít want to go to jail; Iíd
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.) Some time
later Jeff came up and we had a bit of lunch - deli
and sodas - that weíd 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
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! Iíd 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 roof
top. 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. Iím 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 couldnít 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. Heíd 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 heart-
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
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 hadnít 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 couldnít 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 hadnít yet had one myself, and though Iíd gone into
this as a follower I was so horny by now that I felt my
head would explode if I didnít 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 couldnít 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
I decided to give our audience a good show. Why not?
After all, weíd gone this far, and I hadnít 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 shouldnít say this, but
he has a very nice one. Itís 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 Iíve
ever seen - and believe me, being on the Internet and
dealing with erotica, Iíve seen a good few of them.
Whenever I give Jeff a knob job (thatís what he calls it)
I always make sure heís just out of the shower; I guess
itís my fastidious side coming out.
Today, though, I didnít care. Iíd have done him even
if he hadnít had a bath in a week. One moment I was
jacking him off, the next I was licking him off; and,
you know, I didnít mind one bit. I guess, if you love
someone, their sweat and juices donít 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
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 Jeffís 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 heís 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 couldnít believe
he was doing it. I mean, he always reciprocates, but
heís 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, Iím the oral one in
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 Jeffís
face, looking from the sky to the buildings and back
again, and thinking that this was probably the best sex
Iíd ever had.
Jeff eventually stopped his lovely torture. Heíd been
so into getting me off, and was so turned on by my
screams that heíd 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
I did, however, wait until we were inside before put-
ting my sundress on over my bikini. Just in case. I
didnít want anyone on the sidewalk outside to
recognize my dress. I donít 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 sky-scrapers, and even though most people in
those office buildings wouldnít 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 leg room).
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.
Donít worry. I wonít forget my friends if I make it
All I can say is that I now know why some people
practice exhibitionism... It was real exciting, but
I donít think weíll do anything quite that crazy again.
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his
encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
good job editing my little story.
© November 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker
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