Disclaimer: Everyone is of legal age or older (18+) and all sex is consensual. [Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism]
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Living in downtown Los Angeles has advantages, particularly when the building I live in has a root top lounging area. I wish it had a pool, but at least with a lounging area I can get some sun--not that sun is particularly good for my skin, given I am a redhead. I don't really tan but getting my freckles to grow together has been a lifelong goal.
While my building isn't the tallest in the area, there are only a couple of buildings close enough that might get a view, should I choose to layout without clothing. The biggest concern is whether any of my neighbors choose to enjoy the deck at the same time. Up until recently I had avoided any company.
I normally head up around lunchtime, to enjoy both lunch and sun, but I was running late. It was almost half past one before I could pull myself away from work for a break. After packing my lunch and grabbing a towel, I headed to the elevator for the rooftop deck.
When I arrived, I peered through the door to the deck to find a woman enjoying the sun. She had medium length dark hair, fair skin, and a host of tattoos. I opened the door and her dog started barking. She tried to call him back, but he was too excited to have a new friend with which to play. As I petted the dog, I approached the woman. "Hello. Enjoying the sun?"
"Don't worry about Frisco. He's super friendly." Her Australian accent was delightful, as was the very small white bikini she was wearing. It covered her large breasts well enough, but the bottoms were loose, occasionally shifting to the side. I didn't catch a glimpse of her vulva, but I saw enough to know she shaves.
"It's OK. I love dogs. I just came up to get some sun."
"It's a beautiful day, but not surprising. This is LA." She had spread her towel out over a long, padded bench. Seeing my towel, she pulled up a spot for me to sit down.
"Oh, no, thanks. I tend to sun up on the upper deck. It's a bit more private."
"OK, you do you."
"I also prefer to go clothing optional, if that won't offend you."
"No. Not at all. Knock yourself out."
"Thanks." I didn't want to leave as I could stare at her breasts and bikini panties all day, but I was here to get some sun.
There are a dozen chairs on the upper deck around a long table. I pull out the farthest from the rooftop entrance, hiding from anyone coming onto the upper deck. I can see the door to the rooftop open, so I have time to pull on my shorts before they see anything. I wasn't afraid of the woman seeing anything as she'd already given her approval. It's other residents, or management, that might cause problems.
I pulled off my shirt and shorts, and sat down to soak up some vitamin D. A few minute later, Frisco comes bounding up to say hi. I petted him some, but then he decided the coconut oil I used on my skin tasted good. He started licking my legs. "Hey Frisco, no. That's to help me tan."
After a brief friendly tussle, we'd made enough noise to get the attention of the dog's owner. The woman walked to the edge of the upper to see what was going on. "Is Frisco bothering you?"
"No. He just likes the taste of oil on my skin."
"Yeah, he does that to me sometimes too." She climbed the steps and walked around the table. She gave a once over my body, but then acted like a naked man was the most natural thing to see. "Come on, boy. Leave the man alone."
I rose to shake her hand. "My name's Carter, by the way."
She stepped up and shook hands, "Rosie. Nice to meet you." Nodding toward my crotch, "You got, uh, your hair is really red. Looks like copper in the sun."
Looking down, I pulled on the long strands. "Yes, I'm quite fond of it. It's unique." Normally my cock is fairly small when relaxed, maybe a couple of inches. But I'd been thinking about Rosie's bikini bottoms before she arrived. While I was still relaxed, I was closer to four inches, so not completely embarrassing. Pulling on my pubic hair knowing she was watching encouraged it to grow a bit more.
We stood there is silence for a bit, my cock slowly getting hard, and her watching it.
Finally, she broke the spell. "I'll leave you to your sun. Come on Frisco."
"You're welcome to join me up here if you'd like. I would join you, but given my state of dress, I'd prefer to have a bit more distance between me and the door."
"Oh, yes, that would be lovely. Let me grab my things."
Enthusiastically, Rosie skipped down to the lower deck, got her stuff, and came up to join me.
I pulled out another chair next to mine, then sat. When she arrived, Frisco in tow, I pointed to the chair. "It's not quite a full sofa, like you have on the lower deck, but you can lay on the Astro turf if you want."
"Nah, the chair's fine." She laid out her towel and twirled to sit. As her ass hit the cushion, I could tell the bikini bottoms had shifted again. The lower part of her vulva was visible. It wasn't for long, for she quickly pulled the fabric back in place, then crossed her legs. Still, long enough for my cock to throb at the prospect.
For twenty minutes we chatted away about life in downtown Los Angeles, Covid, and the apartment build. I checked my skin, and it was time for me to turn around. Rising, I turned my chair around, "Time for me to work on my back side. Being a redhead, I can't stay in the sun too long."
When I sat back down, our chairs were kitty-corner to each other. It gave me a semi-obstructed view between her legs, and I'm sure she had the same of me. I wanted to move over but thought that too blatant.
Rosie had no such objections. "Let me move my chair so we're facing each other." She picked up her chair and moved it, so we were directly opposite. When she sat down, rather than cross her legs, she spread them slightly, our knees almost touching. The tiny bikini bottoms were still covering everything, but just barely.
I tried to keep my eyes focused on hers, but--between her full breasts with the nipples being to poke through the fabric, and the tiny bottoms that kept suggesting I might catch a glimpse if I was patient--my eyes kept wandering down her body. My cock was aware of this and had grown to maybe five inches and not resting between my legs anymore. It was definitely pointing in her direction.
Finally, unable to avoid the conversation anymore, I asked, "I hope this isn't too personal, but do you shave or wax?"
She looked down between her legs, spread them even further, then pulled the tiny triangle to the side. Completely bare, her vulva was puffy with her lips peaking out at the slit. The nub of her clitoris was like a round ball at the top. My cock jumped. She spoke nonchalantly, "I shave because I find waxing too painful, but I keep meaning to get laser done." As she spoke, she ran her fingers down the side of her vulva, then spread them to run fingers up each side. Another couple of quick glide of the fingers, then she tapped the clit twice. "I like how smooth it feels, not that I have anything against your hair."
Looking up, she realized my cock was a full attention. There was no doubt I had an erection. Her eyes rose to mine. She was slightly embarrassed, but unsure what to say or do. So, she kept rubbing her fingers long the sides of her vulva.
"I, uh..." also not sure what to say, I reached down and wrapped by fingers around my balls, causing my cock to throb again. "I don't mean to offend you."
"No. I'm not. I just. I didn't intend..." she stopped rubbing her cunt and pulled the tiny triangle back in place.
"Sorry. This is my fault. I should go." I leaned forward to stand.
She reached, putting a hand on my shoulder. "No, that's not necessary. Stay."
I sat back. "At least let me put a towel over it."
"No!" she blurted out. "It's nice. I mean, flattering. I am assuming that's for me."
