The building was old and renovated. It was only three floors and when we checked in we were told there was rooftop access. Immediately my mind went off into a filthy scene of fucking on this rooftop with anyone/everyone watching us.
After a soak in the tub I put on my yoga pants, hoodie, armed with my phone and room key. We took the old elevator to the third floor and took the stairs one more floor up. When I opened the door and stepped out my mouth opened. It was so lovely to me and I could see the Hyde Street Pier, Alcatraz, the Bay Bridge and even the top of the Trans America Building. Every once in a while I need to be in this city to recharge my batteries. This is my home and this is where I feel most comfortable.
I walked to all four sides to take in the views and took photos. I chose a table closest to the edge of the roof. I took a seat and stared at the high rises, studying the glowing windows and looking intently.
“What are you looking at? He asked staring at me.
I didn’t move at all as I concentrated on one yellow glowing window thinking I saw a man fucking a woman by the window. “When I see high rises at night with the lights on and a window open, I expect to see people fucking, I said in a trance.
He laughed at me and it drew me from my daydream of what I thought I saw. We discussed our lives, our future and dreams. It was cleansing as the cold air stung my skin. His phone rang and I stood up to lean against the railing to observe the fuss down below. Cars were driving by, cable cars were stomping up the street and people were walking hurried to get out of the cold. As I stood there I realized that people don’t look up and I watched the doorman of a small club across the street
As I watched the doorman intently, my lover came up behind me while still on the phone and smelled my still damp hair. His right hand wrapped around my waist. My height was perfect to his and I nestled into him a little as his hand wandered to my ass. He kept talking and every so many words he would take another smell of my hair. His hand made it’s way under my hoodie so he could feel my bare hip and his skin was surprisingly warm as it pushed under the thin fabrics. My mind thought of fucking on this rooftop as I had already eyed a dark corner and even the two reclining lounge chairs that faced towards the water. His hand snaked around my curves and made it’s way back out.
He would wander away still talking as I continued my thought process of public sex and loud noises of lust. As I was to the part of a man fucking from behind with a hand wrapped around my throat, my love had come back still on the phone smelling my hair and meandering his hand under my breast. My lips barely parted as I let out a slight sigh. He kissed the back of my head and lingered back to his pacing the rooftop.
I stood there for a little while longer before I quietly slipped back downstairs to the warmth of the room. He followed shortly there after taking in every bit of me.