Megan Riley sat staring out her dorm room window. There were times
when she wondered why she'd ever decided to go to school on the west coast.
She was so far from home, and she often felt like a fish out of water, here
among the native Californians. As she watched the other students walk along the path below her window,
she suddenly caught her breath as around the corner came an incredibly gorgeous
guy. She watched intently as he walked by, admiring his sunbronzed muscles
rippling under his shirt, the muscular legs, firm ass, the confident way he
walked. She watched until he was out of sight, and finally looked around for
something better to do. Her eyes lit on her bikini, thrown off-handedly over the back of a
chair, next to a steamy romance novel. She grinned, thinking to herself, "Just
what I need. Sunbathe on the roof and a little appropriate reading matter,
considering my mood." She did have to admit to herself, she was horny as hell,
and since she had nothing to for it, perhaps a nap in the sun might calm her
nerves. She quickly changed into the bikini, pausing to admire herself in the
mirror. She knew the only reason she had such trouble finding a man on campus
was her own nerves. Her body was fine, better than fine. Her breasts were
firm, and well-rounded, without seeming over large. She raised a hand to cup
one, noting that it would just fill the palm of the average man. She slid her
hands down her waist and over her gently rounded hips. Not an ounce of
unappealing fat; her curves were just right. Everything about her screamed
romance, if only she wouldn't get tongue-tied every time a good looking male so
much as glanced at her! Grabbing her towel and the book, she quickly headed for the roof,
trying to ignore the warmth that had begun to spread throughout her lower limbs
as she had examined her body. Even now, her nipples tightned as she thought of
someone's hand - perhaps the man she had just seen - circling her breast,
brushing his thumb over her nipples. Groaning in frustration, Megan ran for
the stairs to the roof. Upon arriving at the roof, Megan was glad to see it unoccupied. She
felt her thoughts were written all over her face, and she knew she was
blushing. Spreading the towel, she lay down on her back, legs spread slightly,
to read. As she read, she began to wish she hadn't chosen that particular book.
As the hero and heroine celebrated their wedding night, in ever so explicit
detail, Megan could feel that familiar warmth spreading through her. She
glanced around but saw no one. "What could it hurt?" she asked herself quietly, glancing around once
more to make sure she really was alone. "I'm twelve stories above the ground,
and I've never seen anyone else sunbathe or anything else here. It's private." She squirmed uncomfortable as she began to read again. One hand slid
upwards, seemingly of its own accord, and brushed lightly over the hardened
nipple of one breast. Megan moaned, nearly dropping the book at the shock of
pleasure the simple touch sent through her. Once more, she tried to ignore her
feelings and return to reading. Again her hand moved, this time sliding down
the side of her waist, across her flat belly until it reached the slightly damp
place between her legs. At the shock of the touch, Megan dropped the book
beside her and gave up all pretense. Megan was so hot she no longer cared whether she was alone or not. All
she knew was that something had to be done about this, and she was the only one
there to do it. One hand slipped under the edge of her bikini bottoms, between
the warm folds to find her swollen pleasure center. The touch sent waves of
heat rolling through her, and she moaned loudly, her hips thrusting forward.
Her other hand rose to her breast, where she rolled her nipple between her
fingers. Her hips moved gently against her finger, which slipped easily in the
moistness. She could feel the pressure building, and her second hand slipped
to her waist to join the first under her now soaked bikini bottoms. She moaned
again, rubbing the swollen bud of pleasure while her other finger slipped deep
inside herself. The feeling of her finger sliding through the warm wet of her
own juices intensified the building of her feelings, and she knew she was about
to go over the edge. She opened her eyes, and gave into her fantasies,
imagining the tanned face of the man she had seen earlier bending over her,
whispering to her. Her hips arched upward, hard against her hand, and the
world exploded. Slowly she came back to reality, and blushed as she remembered the loud
cry she had made as she came. As the throbbing subsided, she tried to figure
out how to get back downstairs, now that the bottom of her suit was drenched,
and opened her eyes. "Hello there." For a minute Megan thought she must be dreaming. Surely there couldn't
be anyone else on the roof, and certainly not a someone with a voice that
sounded so thrilling. She turned her head towards the source of the voice, and
felt the world drop out from under her. Sitting cross legged next to her, hands clasped in his lap, was the man
she had seen earlier. He was looking at her, a faintly amused expression on
his face. "I came up here to sunbathe." "So did I," Megan said quietly, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"There's usually no one else here. I like to be alone." The stranger chuckled. "I think I can see why." Megan blushed again, and looked away. "How long have you been here?"
Her voice was barely audible, and she could feel his breath on her shoulder as
he leaned close to catch her words. "Long enough to see that your body acts as beautifully as it is made,"
he said quite seriously. Blushing to the tips of her ears, Megan stood up and wrapped the towel
around her waist. Not looking at the stranger, she leaned over the pick up her
book (presenting a wonderful rear view as she did so), and then ran for the
door. "Good going, Megan. Now you have not only managed to embarass yourself
in conversation, but in other ways as well!" She didn't know how she could
ever forget this afternoon, but wished she could, and soon.
