Nude on the rooftop

Hi, my name is Sheri.  Just lately I got into college,
so now I'm living away from home for the first time. 
In a lot of ways, I'd say I'm just a normal college
girl.  Most of the time, I'm either studying in the
library, cooking in my little kitchenette, or talking
to my mom on the phone - you know, stuff like that.

But I guess I do have a sort of secret life.  Up until
now, I haven't really told many people about it - just
a few people I met on the internet.  The main reason I
can't tell anyone is because it's a little bit weird I
guess.  What I do is... oh god, this is so
embarrassing (I'm thinking to myself, 'Why am I even
writing this?').  I don't want you to think I'm
strange or anything.  Like I said most of the time I'm
just living my life the same as everyone else.  Well,
anyway, I guess it's better if I tell you the whole
story.

I guess it all started when I moved out of my parents'
house last September.  I was just starting college,
and this was my first time living away from home.  I'd
managed to talk my parents into letting me have my own
apartment.  It's just one room with a little bathroom
and a kitchenette, but it was so exciting because this
would be my big chance to be free, and do whatever I
wanted to do.

I remember though that first night after my parents
went home, I felt so excited about starting my new
life, but to tell you the truth I felt a little lonely
too.  My room was filled with all these boxes, and my
bed was about the only thing that was unpacked and
ready.  The feeling slowly sank in that I was out on
my own now.  I had a shower, and started getting ready
for bed.

Usually - I mean like when I was living at home with
my parents - as soon as I got out of the shower, I'd
have to put on a dressing gown, or else my mom would
yell at me to get dressed.  Here though it was just
me, so I could do whatever I wanted.  I remember
getting out of the shower, drying myself off, and then
going straight out into the middle of my room,
completely naked.  I didn't have any curtains or
anything, and one wall is just like these two big
glass doors leading out to the balcony.  Out the
balcony door, I could see it was getting pretty late. 
It was all dark out, and I guess a lot of my new
neighbors had already gone to bed.

I know this is going to sound crazy, but I starting to
get all excited just from standing there in the nude
like that.  Don't you ever feel like that?  It's hard
to explain.  It just kind of feels good all over.  I
guess I should have hidden, or covered myself up, but
just the whole excitement of moving out on my own and
everything had me all worked up, and so I just
couldn't think straight anymore.  I don't think anyone
was watching, but those first few weeks before I got
my curtains, I did a lot of silly things that I
probably shouldn't have if I'd been thinking. 
Everything was all so new then.  It was like every day
was an adventure.

I guess I should tell you too that I donft have a
boyfriend yet.  There were a couple of guys in high
school who asked me out, and like even complete
strangers come up to me sometimes, but basically I'm
pretty shy, and so I never know what to say or do, and
so I've never had a serious boyfriend.

Oh, I kissed a guy once at summer camp.  I met him in
town on one of our days off, and the two of us walked
back to camp together on this road through the forest.
 There was some kind of electricity between us that
day, and finally we just kind of ended up kissing.  I
don't really know why.  After that, back at the camp,
I didn't get a chance to talk to him again, alone I
mean, and so like we never got together.  Still it's
one of my happiest memories, and that's one of the
reasons I want to find a boyfriend.

Anyway, what was I telling you about?  Oh, yeah.  My
new apartment.  I guess the next big thing was the
time I ran into Mr. Carlaw outside in the hall.  One
of my classes is at night, and afterwards, I stopped
to have supper.  I ended up getting home pretty late. 
It was way past midnight, and I was so tired.  I
brushed my teeth, and started to get undressed, but as
soon as I lay down, I fell fast asleep.

Then a few hours later,  I woke up again feeling a bit
thirsty.  I went over to the kitchen, when suddenly I
realized I was just wearing my white silk blouse, and
nothing else!  Here I was standing there with no
bottoms on.  I felt so embarrassed.  Maybe it's just
me, but I felt kind of kinky standing there dressed
like that.  I guess it's not that strange, but anyway,
that's how I felt.

All of a sudden, I started wondering if I'd remembered
to lock my door.  I quickly went to check it, and sure
enough, it was unlocked.  Can you imagine if a
burglar, or someone had come in, and found me lying on
my bed there half naked?  I would have died of
embarrassment.  How could I be so careless?

Anyway, I was about to lock my door again, but for
some reason, I started wondering if there was anyone
around outside in the hallway.  I looked down at my
blouse, and it was more or less long enough to cover
up my.. well, you know, my private regions, even
though it had these long slits running up each side. 
I just sort of stood there for a long time, trying to
get up the nerve to open the door, and take a look
outside.  It was the middle of the night, after all,
and it sounded pretty quiet outside.  I didn't think
there would be anyone out there, but there was only
one way to find out for sure.

I slowly turned the door handle, and opened the door,
just like an inch.  The hall that runs past my door is
outside - in the open air with no walls, I mean.  I
felt this kind of swoosh of air, and it tickled a bit
between my legs.  Outside in the hall, I could see
this railing and the buildings across the way on the
other side of the parking lot.  I could even hear cars
driving by in the distance.  It didn't sound like
there was anyone in the hallway though.

I opened the door more and more, and took a peek
outside.  It was dark in my apartment, but outside, it
was a bit lighter because of the lights in the hall
and from the other buildings across the street.  The
feeling of the air was cool and refreshing, much
better than my stuffy apartment.  I took a step out,
and shivered as soon as my bare feet touched the cold
concrete floor.  The shiver seemed to settle in my
most sensitive place, reminding me in a very
noticeable way that I was naked underneath my blouse. 
I have to admit I was starting to feel a little
excited.

I stepped right out into the hall, and let the door
close behind me.  I was so thrilled that I'd actually
got up the nerve to do such a thing.  I walked over to
the railing, and looked out over the parking lot and
the street that runs behind my building.  I kept
looking back and forth down the hall to see if anyone
was coming.  I was so-o-o nervous.  I spread my legs a
little though, kind of enjoying the feeling of the
cool night air on my privates.

Suddenly, just a few feet away, the elevator opened. 
Out came Mr. Carlaw, one of my new neighbors.  I just
kind of froze, panicking, as I realized there was no
way I'd be able to make it back inside my apartment
before he saw me.  I completely freaked.  I just stood
there waiting to see what he would do.  He looked
surprised to see me, but he didn't look down at my
bare legs, not at first anyway, though it must have
been obvious I wasn't wearing any bottoms.

"Good evening," he said slowly.  I'd met him before a
couple of times because he has a daughter in high
school, and they'd asked me if I could tutor her.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I.. uh... I couldn't sleep, so I..." 
I looked down at the hem of my blouse, wondering
whether he could see my pubic hair or not.  I felt so
hot and flushed, and I'm sure my face must have been
bright red by then.

"No, that's alright," he gave out a little laugh, as
he tried not to stare too much at my bare thighs.  "I
just nipped down to the store myself."

We stood there awkwardly for what seemed like forever,
but then he walked past.

"Good night, then."

As he walked away, I dashed back into my apartment,
and closed the door locking it behind me.  I was
breathing so hard, and my heart was beating a mile a
minute.  How on earth could I have done such a thing? 
How could I be so crazy as to flash my own neighbor? 
What had he thought?  I couldn't believe he hadn't
said anything.  I couldn't believe I'd gotten away
with it.

Almost without thinking what I was doing, I reached
down, and slid my hand between my legs.  I was shocked
because I was wet, like I mean really wet, more than
I'd ever been in my life.  Why was I getting so
excited after doing such a horrible, terrible, silly
thing?  The look on Mr. Carlaw's face kept running
through my mind.  He must think I'm some kind of
nymphomaniac, so unable to control myself, that I'd
run out there to flash him.  Horror and fear and
embarrassment and excitement kept running through my
mind.  What's wrong with me?  How could I be so
naughty?  I used to be such a good girl.  What was I
turning into?

In my mind's eye, I kept reliving that moment, the
look on Mr. Carlaw's face, my own complete and total
embarrassment at being caught like that.  It's almost
too embarrassing to admit, but I guess my fingers were
sliding around, getting all wet and sticky, and I was
breathing faster and faster, getting more and more
excited.  It kept building inside me, and I couldn't
stop.  The whole shock and stress of what I had just
done was too much and I just lost control.  Soon, this
tidal wave of pleasure - excitement, ecstacy, whatever
- ripped through my body like nothing I'd ever felt
before.  My knees gave out from under me, and I fell,
gasping for air.  I can still remember the feeling
just like it was yesterday, even though it was months
ago now.

As my mind slowly cleared, I was even more shocked and
confused.  What happened?  What set off that wave,
that beautiful wonderful feeling?  I staggered back to
my bed, and lay down, still thinking over and over
again about what I had done.  Was I really turning
into some kind of nymphomaniac?  I lay there for a
long while, wondering about the whole thing till I
finally managed to drift off to sleep.

The next morning, at first I wondered if I'd maybe
dreamed the whole thing.  Unfortunately though, I was
still dressed in my blouse, and my fingers had this
strong smell of me on them.  'Ooo!  What's that?' I
thought.  My whole encounter with Mr. Carlaw seemed as
fresh and real as ever.  As I showered and dressed for
work, I felt even more worried and embarrassed than
the night before.  I really hope I don't run into Mr.
Carlaw on my way to school.  It's not like I like him
or anything, I mean not in a romantic way anyway.  It
didn't even matter to me that it was Mr. Carlaw.  That
wasn't what had got me excited.  It was something - I
still don't understand it, but something about that
whole situation and getting caught in it, that seemed
so incredibly arousing to me.

As I left my place, I glanced over at his apartment,
but there was no sign of him or his wife or daughter. 
It was still early, so not many people were up.  I
went to school, but for the next few days, I kept
thinking about that night.

A couple of weeks later, at school, we got a break.  I
showed up for class, but there was a note on the board
saying that today's class was cancelled.  That was
fine with me, and I started phoning some of the new
people I'd met at school to see if they wanted to go
out, but it was like everyone already had plans.  I
took the train home, feeling a little sad and lonely
having no one to go out with.  I really need to find a
boyfriend.

Before that, I hadn't really spent much time in my
neighborhood on a weekday.  It's mostly houses and a
few apartments, but I guess most people around there
work in the daytime because when I was walking back
from the train station, I didn't see many people
around.  It was a nice day out, very sunny and warm. 
I went into my empty apartment, and opened up the
glass door to my balcony trying to think of what I
could do for fun.  Maybe I'll just go up to the roof,
and take a look around, and see what's nearby.

I took the elevator up to the tenth floor, and found a
stairway leading up to the roof at one end of the
corridor.  There was a lock on the door part way up,
but it was broken.  The hinge on the door creaked as I
opened it, and I was a little bit afraid of what might
be up there.  Once I got on the stairs though, I
walked up till I was surrounded by the bright blue
sky, the whole city stretching out all around me.  I
took a peek over the edge, but it was pretty high up,
so I got scared a bit, and walked back to this little
shed on the roof where the elevator gears are.  There
were a few empty pop cans lying on the roof, but other
than that, it was clean and bright, and it didn't look
like anyone had been there for a while.  I sat down on
the steps that led up to the elevator gear room, and
looked out over the city.

Around there, there aren't really that many buildings
as tall as ours.  There are some off to the left
towards the subway station, but I couldn't see any
people in them.  Just in front of our building, there
are some gardens, and a little ways off, there's a
school.  I basked in the warmth of the sunshine.  This
would be a good place to do some sunbathing, I
thought.

As I sat there, I remembered that night when I bumped
into Mr. Carlaw.  Nothing bad had happened to me since
then.  I had seen his wife a couple times, but she
seemed as friendly as ever.  I guess he hadn't told
her.  Or maybe he didn't think it was so strange for
me to be walking around outside in just a blouse like
that.  Maybe it wasn't nearly as bad as I'd thought.

The more I sat there, the more I began to feel like I
wanted to try the same kind of thing again.  Something
inside me had really enjoyed that night.  It had felt
so free, so exhilarating, so naughty I guess.  Almost
without realizing it, I slowly began to undo the
buttons on the front of my dress.  I was so high up,
and I was pretty sure no one would come up here.  I
was trying so hard to justify to myself what I was
doing, but to tell you the truth, even as I started to
undress, I was terrified.  For one thing, it was broad
daylight out.  For another, if anyone in one of those
buildings nearby had a pair of binoculars, they'd be
able to see me clear as day sitting out in the open
like this.  I knew the whole idea was crazy, but
somehow I just couldn't stop myself.  I wanted to see
how far I could go.

Even though in my mind I'd decided, I still found it
so hard to get up the nerve to actually take my
clothes off.  I jumped when I heard some people
yelling in the distance.  I soon realized they
couldn't see me, but still it was so unnerving.  I
kept telling myself over and over again to calm down,
that everything would be alright, that no one could
see me.  I finally got up enough nerve to reach up
inside my skirt from below, and grab a hold of my
panties.  If I just took these off, no one would be
able to tell.  I took a deep breath, and steeled
myself, then lifted my bum up, and pulled my panties
down.  I felt so embarrassed as they slid down my
legs.  I wasn't used to feeling the air on my privates
especially when I was outdoors.  I quickly pulled my
panties off over my black leather boots, and hid them
behind my back on the step.

I felt between my legs, and sure enough I was wet as
anything.  This was such a complete turn on for me.  I
just sat there for a while with my legs apart,
enjoying the feeling of being pantiless in the sun.  I
felt good that I'd made it that far, but I couldn't
help wondering if someone in those buildings was
watching me.  I finally decided to get up, and find a
place that wasn't so out in the open.

I picked up my panties, and walked around to the side
of the elevator shed.  My heart stopped as I realized
that the building behind us was at least as tall as
ours.  I stood staring over at row after row of
apartments just across the way.  Some of the windows
had their curtains open, and it definitely looked like
people were home.  To hide, I ducked behind this
slanting ledge at the corner of the shed.  Had anyone
seen me?  If they had, they would probably be
wondering what I was doing up here on the roof all
dressed up.  Good thing I was still wearing my
clothes.  I'd gotten so worked up over what I was
doing, I'd almost forgotten to take a better look
around.

I hunched down behind the ledge to hide, and stared at
a smaller building off to the side.  The windows all
seemed to have their curtains drawn shut.  I took a
deep breath, and slowly pulled my dress up and up
revealing my naked hips and black pubic hair.  I
stared down at my pussy, feeling it heat up, getting
more and more excited.  My heart was pounding away,
but I was so wrapped up in my own naughtiness that I
couldn't stop myself.  Peering over nervously at the
building behind us, I pulled my dress up and off over
my head.  The feeling of being almost completely nude
outside just blew me away.  I'd never felt anything
like it.  I was just so completely aroused my head was
swimming with euphoria.

I still had my bra on, so I undid and took it off.  I
set all my clothes down in the corner.  I was
completely naked except for my watch, necklace and
boots.  I nervously played with my necklace, and then
touched my breasts.  They were so sensitive from the
excitement of being outside naked.

I was so terrified my whole body was shaking.  Worried
that someone would see me, I edged around toward the
front of the shed.  All those tall buildings near the
station looked pretty scary too, but anyway, I'd come
this far, so I decided to at least take a look around,
and enjoy my new found nudity.  I walked out to the
middle of the roof.  Oh god what on earth am I doing
walking around outside with nothing on in the middle
of the day?  I couldn't get up the nerve to go all the
way to the edge, so I ended up coming back toward the
shed.  At least, it blocked part of the view from the
building behind ours.

I kept teasing the tip of my nipples with my fingers,
bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm.  I was
completely out of my head with desire by then.  I
didn't know what I was doing anymore.  I just wanted
more, to see how far I could take this.

I bit my lip, and slowly walked, still naked as
anything, toward the stairs I had come up.  They were
right at the corner of the building, and I could see
some people walking on the street below.  My heart
sped up, but luckily they weren't looking up this way.
 As I turned toward the stairs, I suddenly realized I
was now in view of the tall building behind us.  I
could see curtains fluttering in the wind, fans
rotating, and the feet of a mother cooking lunch for
her kids.

I was so panicked I almost tripped, and fell, but I
steadied myself against the railing, and tried to duck
down, so I wouldn't be so out in the open.  I looked
down at my naked body.  The bright sun made my pink
skin really stand out against the grey concrete of the
building.  What on earth am I doing?  This is crazy!

Deciding I'd better hide, I hurried down the first
short staircase, and crouched down in the shadow of
the railing.  I felt so completely naughty as I moved
further and further away from my clothes.  I peeked
out over the railing, and scanned the building across
from us more carefully.  At least, no one was standing
at their window, although I could still see that
mother scurrying around.  I heard a car horn honk, and
I jumped, but I kept telling myself they couldn't see
me.  I was safe for now, anyway.  Not that I felt
safe.  I was breathing really heavily, and my whole
body felt like it was on fire.

I looked down the next set of steps.  The next landing
was still a short flight up from the tenth floor.  I
didn't know if it would be safe to go any further, but
something in me wanted to try.  Still crouching down,
I carefully made my way down to the next turn.  I
peeked over the edge of the railing again, but it
looked like no one had spotted me yet.  I was still
feeling shaky, but I was almost starting to enjoy the
adventure, prowling around in the nude up here on the
rooftop.  I felt like a spy, except spies wear clothes
I guess.  I was a sexy spy, like one of those James
Bond girls.  If anyone bothered me, I'd just kick them
unconscious, I joked to myself.

Yet hunched there like that, now miles from my
clothes, I began to feel more and more vulnerable.  If
anyone got the same idea as me, and decided to take a
stroll up to the roof, I'd have to run up as fast as I
could, and get dressed again.  That would be so-o-o
embarrassing if they caught me.  But maybe they'd be
like Mr. Carlaw and not even say anything about it, or
apologize for disturbing me.  Or maybe they'd phone
the police!  Maybe I'd better go back, and get my
clothes.

I looked for a moment at the slatted steel door that
I'd come through on my way up.  Probably everyone
thinks the door is locked... but then why were those
pop cans up there?  Part of me wanted to go all the
way down to the door, but all the excitement was
getting to me.  I finally turned, and made my way back
up to the roof, and dashed to put my clothes back on. 
When I was all dressed again, it took me a long time
to calm down, but I eventually went back down to my
apartment, and ended up going out to buy some
curtains.  If I didn't buy curtains soon, I'd end up
giving myself away for sure.

Anyway, that's basically how I got into all this. 
Anyway, I hope you're not all disappointed and think
I'm crazy or something.  I'm just a sweet sensitive
girl who does some crazy things sometimes.  What I'd
really like to know is if you've ever done anything
like this?  If you have, please drop me an email or
better yet come join our group.  It's called Wild
Grrls, and me and some of my girl friends hang out
there and trade stories about our little adventures
with nudity or nudism or whatever.  We're especially
looking for other women who are interested in this
kind of thing.