The rooftop at Trace North condominiums here at 1414 12th Ave became my place to just relax soon after moving into the complex. I love gazing at the constellations and the moon. When not stargazing, I enjoy the view of the Seattle skyline.
Situated near restaurants, boutique shops and Cal Anderson park, it is ideal for someone like myself. It's a far cry from the single-family suburban home on a tree-lined road where I was raised.
I love looking through its' floor to ceiling windows and cooking on the gas stove. I like its' stainless steel appliances. The one-bedroom unit is perfect.
Twenty-eight years old, I make my living as an RN in a trauma center, the job I've had since finishing college 6 years ago. I hit it off with all my coworkers at Harborview Medical Center.
It came as a pleasant surprise to learn that doctor Holcomb, a trauma surgeon, lives in this same complex, though not on the same floor. We just happened to be taking a ride in the elevator one day.
At age 43, the 6' tall hunk has been employed at the hospital for 15 years. I had seen him around in the department a bunch of times, though we never actually had a chance to socialize at the workplace.
A warm day in June finds me just coming home at 7 in the morning after a long and busy night shift. Having already yawned a couple of times, I retired to my bedroom for some much needed sleep. The digital clock on my nightstand registers 1 o'clock when I open my eyes and roll onto my back.
The afternoon marks the one-month anniversary of my weekend stay at Lake Bronson Club naturist resort with my friend Allison. Reluctant to get naked when we first arrived, I lost my inhibition within 15 minutes, the time it took to register at the office and watch a video. Allison, on the other hand, had no qualms about going to a clothing prohibited resort.
On this day I decided to place a call to Alley. Maybe I can convince her to sunbathe naked on the roof at Trace North. It should be easy enough. Surely a girl who likes naturist resorts will not object to going skyclad in Seattle.
Her phone rang twice. She picked up the call.
"Alley what's happening?"
"I bought a new car. It's an EV."
"You finally got rid of that old clunker."
"I was time. It has seen better days."
"My new place has a rooftop patio. I'm about to go up there and check out the view."
Part of me wanted to tell her that I will be nude up there. I'll tell her after the fact.
I had a few hours before the start of my shift so I climbed two flights of stairs to the patio. Nobody was there so I stripped off the white ruffled off-shoulder top and carried it to the table.
Without wasting any time I pulled off my jeans, panties and my strapless bra and left them strewn on the floor. I took a walk around the perimeter then settled into one of the chairs.
