Summer! I had just turned twenty-one years old and I had firmly resolved that it was time to have sex. The two months of fooling around had not yielded any results. And again, I sank deeper into the pits of selfpity, sorrow, and depression.
“Today I will not go anywhere, except to the top of the building to hang out on the terrace with friends. I just want to chill out,” I resolved out loud.
Upon arrival, I noticed about two dozen individuals in small groups of four or five people each. On the left corner of the terrace, I saw a company of women. There were four of them, fooling around in their swimsuits. But my attention was immediately drawn to Ivona.
Ivona was the number one girl in the city. She was often seen out with a well-known sportsman, a top notch professional player in handball, and a favorite character among his fellow citizens. She was stunning, about one hundred and seventy centimeters in height with barely a gram of fat. Her breasts were a bit larger than C cup, and her ass could only be described as a perfect pear – beautiful, feminine, and rounded as it should be. She had the face of evil in the new American porn industry. Ivona was a sex icon to us.
We all began to mingle. But soon it became too hot to stay. A big majority of the people went away to find some shade from the scorching sun, while others went home. A few stayed; I decided to stay. I simply sat there facing her and stared.
From the time I had seen her, I had become so aroused. I was embarrassed to leave, scared that my hard dick would show. I watched her as she lay on her back. After a while, only the two of us were still up on the terrace. I continued to watch as she took off her top to soak up the sun.
She assumed a different pose and was now lying on her breast, wearing only a small thong. Every second I watched her drove me more and more crazy.
I couldn’t take my focus off her ass and I wanted to smack her good. She commented on how terribly hot it was, then moistened her lips with a wet napkin and changed her pose again. I howled, “Yes!” and continued to fix my focus upon her. I could feel my cock pulsating and it hurt with rigidity. The whole time I was watching her, I kept a small towel over my pants so that she couldn’t notice my erection. Soon, she got up and I instinctively reached out to help her.
She turned away as she thanked me. I could see her ass right in front of my eyes. It was no farther than twenty centimeters away. I watched as my gaze fixed as she accidently dropped her towel. Hurriedly she bent down to pick it up. Then suddenly her costume shifted completely to the side, giving me a brief, but definite look of her pussy.
It was exactly what every lad my age wanted to see, a close-up of her pussy. For me it was almost as if time had stopped for a moment. I was breathless. I could hardly believe my luck. Her pussy was sparsely covered with thin, brown hair.
Her clitoris seemed to be slightly brighter than normal, as if somehow more pinkish. From arousal, I could sense it, the distinctive smell – almost like a sun cream or oil. It seemed wet and moist. The whole spectacle had barely lasted twenty seconds.
She sat down and I could hear her exclaim to herself in horror: “Oh, my God!!! My suit is a little crooked.” I could tell that she was embarrassed.
Quickly, she grabbed her clothes and headed towards the elevator. I jumped up and followed her to the entrance of the lift, where she was waiting for the doors to swing open. I could hear it coming up from the floors below; the sound seemed deafeningly loud, so much so that we could not speak. Finally it arrived, the doors flew open and we found a moment of solitude and quiet.
Unexpectedly the lift stopped and the lights went out. I immediately became aware of my enormous, hard erection. I was still trying to hide it under the towel. It seemed like a couple of minutes that we stood, back to back, in the dark. I knew that Ivona was embarrassed by the scene from the rooftop. I could almost feel her body heat as I drew closer.
Our backs touched briefly, and I could feel her hot, sexy body against mine. I heard her whisper something in the dark, and almost instantly, I turned around to ask her, “Are you alright?”
I was so close to her and I wasn’t aware that my cock was halfway out of my shorts, gently touching her sweet, sexy body. As she turned around, she brushed against my penis with her hand. I felt weak with pleasure, but hoped that she hadn’t realized it. I was terrified at how she would react, not to mention that she was five or six years older than me.
In a flash I imagined so many possible outcomes. I was still in fear, and I could feel the sweat start to run down my face. She just stood there silently next to me without saying a word. After a while, the lights flickered back on and the lift jerked before resuming.
Subtly she loosened her top and I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts. I was speechless and unaware that by now my raging hard dick was in plain sight for her to see. When she became aware of it, she didn’t freak out or make fun of me.
She focused on my cock, never lifting her gaze while smiling at me. Slowly, and seductively she leaned forward and said, “You’re cute! You and your little friend!”
I was dazzled, my heart pounding so loud I thought she would hear it. I could hear her voice saying something, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I was stunned by her beauty and her casual approach to me. I continued to stare at her almost topless, sexy and sweaty form, it was a killer combination.
When she noticed that I was dazzled, she shook me. “C’mon, we are almost at the bottom, tuck him away.”
I came out of my mesmerized form and I could feel the blood rush to my face. When she saw me blushing, she could tell that I was embarrassed.
“No need to feel like that, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” she said. “Then again,” she continued with a frown on her face, “I’m the one who should be embarrassed; you saw my pussy earlier.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, although I was still slightly embarrassed. Nevertheless, she had immediately boosted my ego and just as I was about to pull my shorts up, I grabbed my cock and pulled it out of my shorts for her to see. I wanted her to see the whole thing. “I guess we are even now,” I said to her, feeling confident.
I could see that she was surprised at my words. “Well, well, well, a devil in disguise!” She smiled. “I’m sure your girlfriend is very lucky to have you.”
Instinctively I replied, “I don’t have a girlfriend.” With that, I started to get dressed as I could feel the lift stopping. The doors flew open and I watched as she walked out. She paused for a moment and turned, “Hope to see you again.”
I could hardly believe what had just happened, and I completely forgot to say goodbye.
Over the next few days, I spent a lot of time on the terrace, hoping to see her again. I would play back the scenario in my head and imagine all sorts of possible outcomes. After three days, I started to give up, and slowly reconciled myself to the fact that I would not see her again. I was a fool to even think that I would ever see her again, after what had happened. The next day, at about seven a.m., I decided to go up to the terrace again.
I knew that I could be alone for at least an hour. Nobody ever got up before eight. I looked out over the horizon, when suddenly Ivona appeared. I could hardly believe my eyes.