I moved to a different country for work earlier in my career. I knew I’d be there for a while so I started dating almost as soon as I got there. A few months in, I (26m) started dating a girl I’ll call Emily (23f). She started spending weekend at my house after a couple of months and then started staying over on weekdays soon after. (She had roommates and her work was roughly similar distance from both places.)
My house was a two story affair with the second story – where the bedrooms were – overlooking part of the first story. That is, by looking out my bedroom window, I could see part of the flat roof over the first story. The roof itself wasn’t especially inviting – it had small pebbles all over it and there broken branches from the trees, etc. – but Emily liked to sunbathe and found it to be a convenient location. This was for two reasons: first, the country was tropical and it was sunny basically all the time; and second, it was private in that it was hidden from the street and the large trees blocked the neighbors’ view.
Flash forward another couple of months. I had a work thing and took her along. It was mostly boring (speeches, self-congratulations, etc.) but the food was amazing and the booze was free-flowing. Eventually, a dance floor opened up and she dragged me onto it. And so on and so forth. The main point here is that we were incredibly horny on the way home.
She was adventurous from the start and that night was a new high. We made out in the cab. She shoved her hand down my pants and got me all excited. I groped her ass. The cabbie got quite a show and I’m forever grateful we didn’t get into a car accident.
When we got to my place, we barely got inside before we were all over each other again. My shirt ended up on the floor in the garage (the main door led into the garage). My pants were in the living room. I got her dress off near the stairs and pulled her bra off halfway up. We spent a good long while grinding on the stairs. I remember her laughing and giggling as we got hornier and hornier.
We made it to the bed. I laid down. She took my underwear off and started blowing me. She stroked me and played with my balls and life was good. Then she looked at me and asked, “Want to do it outside?”
I asked, “Where?”
She said, “On the roof.” And she nodded (or maybe pointed) at the window.
I hemmed and hawed for a moment but she ran to the closet and pulled out a couple of beach towels. The decision had been made, apparently. I opened the window and spread the first towel onto the roof. Then I stepped out and spread the second beside it. I helped her out and we started kissing. I pushed her up against the wall and rubbed myself into her.
We eventually made our way to the makeshift towel-bed. She got rid of her panties somewhere along the way.
She got on top of me and took me inside of her. We moaned together and then laughed because that had never happened before (I distinctly remember that, too; memories are weird, man). She started riding me. I grabbed her hips and her sides and her tits. I brought her close to me to kiss her mouth and her neck and her nipples.
She said the towels were too thin and the roof was hurting her knees, so we rolled over. I did my thing, going deep inside of her, kissing her, whispering dirty things in her ear. She grabbed my back and my ass. She left fingernail marks on my back: another first.
When she came it was much louder than she’d intended (she told me that afterward) but it was also 3am or 4am so I wasn’t terribly worried about being heard. Still, it was fun to see her be that loud.
We changed positions again so I was on my back. She folded up one of the towels and got on her knees between my legs. She started blowing me again and doing all the things I like (sucking, stroking, playing with balls, a finger in the ass) and I came in her mouth. She laid down on top of me and we stayed like that for a while.
We eventually made it back inside to the bed. I’m pretty sure we had pancakes for lunch the next day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nu57tu/mf_rooftop_fun