Rooftop Experience
My name is Sasha. A slender ash-blonde. Height 180 cm, breast size — a full 4th. I noticed my inclination towards exhibitionism around age 18. I was sunbathing naked on the roof of my high-rise building. At the time, I thought it was the gentle sun that caused the moisture on my pussy. But later, I realized — that wasn't it at all. The cause of my arousal was the feeling of depravity and the fear that someone might see me. And not just me as I am, but all my secret places, which in everyday life are so diligently hidden under clothing.
During another sunbathing session, I noticed a neighbor boy, about 18 years old. I decided not to make
a fuss, but on the contrary, to give him the most incredible experience. I got so worked up from the realization that I would fulfill my cherished dream that I even trembled with desire. The desire to show him all of myself took over.To make him finally bold and take a more convenient observation post, I casually rolled onto my stomach and began to "intently" read a book. Naturally, for "better tanning," I slightly spread my legs, thereby opening up a lovely view of my juice-dripping pussy. The boy crept so close that if you listened, you could hear his heavy breathing. I was no less excited. The very thought that my pink, wet pussy, which not only had no one ever touched, but no one had even seen, was being examined by a strange man (albeit a young one) lifted me to the peaks of perverted sexual bliss.
A second later, a fantasy was born in my head that it wasn't the neighbor boy looking at me, but about 10 healthy men. They had cut off all my escape routes from the roof of the 15-story building. And now, triumphing and celebrating victory over the "horny little bitch," they were preparing to teach me a lesson: "We'll fuck her in all her slutty holes." I was brought out of the world of illusions by the quiet moan of my "secret admirer." The poor guy couldn't hold out long and CAME!
There it is, my first victory. The first man in my life spilled his seed because of me.
I continued, without looking up, to just as "intently" read my book.
Suddenly, I heard quiet, receding footsteps. To be honest, I was even a little upset that I would have to lose my little spectator, who had given me his most stormy ovations.
But not even half an hour had passed before he returned to his observation post. Hearing him approach, I sincerely rejoiced and thought that with his "devotion" he had earned a little reward.
Waiting for him to get comfortable and settle in, I decided to move on to the next act of the performance. But then I heard a quiet whisper:
— Holy shit! She's really naked! What a pussy! And her tits are fucking awesome!
— Don't bullshit, or we'll get caught. Watch quietly.
I thought he came and ran away! It turns out he ran to get a friend! And now two pairs of male eyes are staring at my wet slit! I barely held back a moan of excitement. Moisture gushed in a stream towards my labia. If I were standing — it would definitely drip from my little pussy!
If someone had told me yesterday that I, a gold medalist and known prude, would be putting myself on display in front of strange men and dripping from it like a bitch, I would have sent them straight to the madhouse.
The depravity of the situation both frightened and wildly aroused me at the same time! But can common sense prevail over arousal? And I decided to get and deliver maximum pleasure today.
Quite loudly stating that I forgot to rub cream on myself, I got up and presented myself to the teenagers in all my glory.
I got up, of course, spectacularly — first got into a kneeling-elbow position and reached for my bag with the cream. My ass was turned towards the spectators. The pose was such that the lips of my pussy slightly turned out, revealing to the boys the pink entrance to my juice-dripping "pussy" (as my admirer's friend put it). The halves of my ass also spread apart, opening up a view of my anus as well.
— Wow! — an enthusiastic whisper came from behind.
I even nodded slightly in satisfaction with my performance. Now I could get the cream. Finding the cream in my bag, I briskly jumped to my feet. My buffers swayed smoothly, tracing intricate figures in the air with my excited nipples. As if not noticing this, I began to rub my body. Special attention was given to my breasts, ass, and, of course, my "long-suffering" girl.
So they could see my pussy better, I even, on purpose, braced my bent leg against the parapet. Spreading the lips with my fingers, and slightly pushing the front part out, I began to diligently rub cream there. My body trembled from the suddenly surging pleasant sensations. I almost came right in front of the boys. But I stopped in time. Finishing my pleasant task, I lay on my back and spread my legs very wide. My full breasts slightly spread to the sides. And it seemed they were ready to scratch the sky with their erect, excited nipples.
It's even hard for me to imagine how picturesque a picture presented itself to the eyes of the excited teenagers. Before them lies a naked, fully formed woman, displaying for viewing a juicy, moisture-filled, and flushed from excitement vagina.
For the finale, I decided to show my excited pussy in all its glory once more. To do this, I pretended that an ant had started crawling on it (there were plenty on the roof). Sitting up with a concerned look, I bent my spread legs at the knees. And looking down there, I began with a diligent look to "search" for the ant, gently stroking the folds of my pussy. Towards the end, I even slightly inserted my finger there a few times.
After two (consecutive moans from the boys) I finally "found" the disturber of my peace, and with a feeling of complete satisfaction, I leaned back on the blanket.
A few minutes later, the guys left. Going home, on the wall of the elevator cabin, I noticed dried streaks of their sperm.
That's the kind of adventure it was.
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