SEX DIARIES: 'I had sex on a rooftop at dawn. I didn't care who was watching.'

“Come on,” I begged, undoing his belt, “it’ll be fun!” 

He laughed, still allowing me to fumble with his zipper.

“Nah, you go for it,” he chuckled, “I’ll watch.”

Turning to my best friend, we ran up the steps to the villa’s second floor patio. From there, we climbed onto the roof of the pool house, spurred on by the crowd underneath and many hours of day drinking. 

Tip toeing across the wooden beams, I tugged at the strings of my black summer dress, before throwing it onto a deck chair below.

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In only a lace g-string, I inched towards the edge of the roof, grabbing my boobs to cover myself.

“Are you ready?” I shouted at my friend over the sound of the music, before taking her hand. 

And with that, we threw ourselves off the ledge, and into the great big pool below. 

Surfacing, we came up laughing, shrieking at the cold water and feeling so naked. 

In the middle of the party, we swam to the side of the pool, where one of the girls was waiting for us with towels. 

“Come here,” it was him again, bending down and stretching out a hand to lift me up.

I stood dripping wet in front of him, trying to hide my hard nipples, while he wrapped a towel around me. 

“Thanks,” I grinned, thinking how sweet he was. 

Leading me across the pool deck, we lay down on a sun lounger as he instinctively pulled me close.

As if we hadn’t just met five minutes before. 

We chatted, until he lent his face into mine and kissed me. 

Cuddled up on that deck chair, his lips explored my own. Nibbling and sucking while drawing me in. As his tongue tantalizingly made its way into my mouth, blood rushed through me, reaching every nerve. 

I pressed my body against him until my pelvis dug into his leg, before slowly gyrating my clitoris until the pressure became too much. 

I groaned loudly beneath his wondering hands, as he fingers dipped inside the towel. 

We didn’t even care who saw us.

Dragging myself up for air, I drew back to take a breath, smiling at him through wet hair. 

“Shall we go find somewhere more private?” he asked with a grin. 

I nodded, and let him help me to my feet once again. 

Taking my hand, he guided us back through the party, which had grown a lot quieter the closer we got to dawn. 

Here and there, bedroom doors slammed shut, couples disappeared around dark corners, and bodies fumbled in makeshift beds. 

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Every nook was taken, and as we searched across the expansive villa for our own spot, hopes were fading fast. 

But then we spied a narrow staircase leading up from the third level. 

Climbing around a hot pink bougainvillea tree, we made our way up until we were standing on the roof. 

Looking down, we could see out across the whole villa with its multiple pools and hot tubs. 

From here, no one could see us. 

Except maybe the neighbours.

Unwrapping my towel slowly, I let it fall away from my body as I walked to the centre of the roof and laid it on the concrete ground. 

From behind, he gently wound his big arms around me as he pulled me to him before brushing my hair aside to kiss along my neck.

As we dropped down onto the towel, he paused, kneeling above me to slip his t-shirt off, exposing a chest of dark brown hair. 

Running my fingers through it, I edged my legs further apart as he closed the gap between us, his mouth taking hold of my lips. 

With his tongue still on mine, he shrugged his jeans off, then tugged at my remaining underwear until we both lay there, bare, in missionary. 

I’d never felt more exposed in my life. 

It was the greatest thrill. 

But as he slowly pushed himself into me with a loud groan, I completely lost myself to the moment – looking up at the constellations as he filled me up inside. 

Clinging to his shoulders, I took him inch by inch, adjusting to his girth.

While he began to move back and forth on the concrete, I forgot all about the party and people below, and who could see us. 

“Please,” I whimpered in pleasure underneath him, “could I get on top?” 

With a smile as big as the villa, he happily switched places so I could ride him. 

Bouncing up and down, I loved being in control, as I ground my clitoris against him.

And without any self-control, my moans grew louder until I was screaming into the night sky. 

He was so close too.

With my nipples in his mouth and his hand on my waist, he used the other to spank me, again and again until neither of us could take much more. 

I held off until he was there, and then we let go together, yelling into the empty air. 

As I felt him release inside me, I pushed down hard, sending my orgasm rattling through my entire body. 

I shook as he dug his fingers inside my sides, emptying himself. 

Groaning as he lowered his head back onto the ground, he held me to his chest, our hearts racing alongside each other. 

It was the most perfect moment, on a foreign rooftop with a total stranger. 

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