Rome and The roof top terrace – a world adventure
Part 1
The terrace feels gorgeous in the night air as I look across the table at Annie. Her new white dress perfectly displays the tan gathered across the many weeks since leaving the UK.
The dress was bought today in a local boutique and it not only captures her tan but also the shape truly accents her breasts into a wonderful bra-less cleavage. Firm and shaped they look spectacular under the night light and even though we’ve been together years I still find it hard to take my eyes off them tonight. Noticing my gaze she crosses her legs and there's a glimpse of stockings. I look up and smile.
She laughs and slowly uncrosses her legs again, slower this time, parting them to make sure I see flesh and the gateway to heaven I’d missed before.
“I thought you’d like the view” she laughed before taking a sip from the glass of the wine we’d brought up from the bar.
“it’s very gorgeous of you to think of me” I answer.
“Well I am thinking of myself as well” she laughed “After all, I’ve a job for you later that only something very firm and hard that will do. What I’m wearing, or not, might help you along”
Laughing we return to talking about the day’s journey down through Italy to this terrace in the night air of Rome.
The terrace is beautifully lit with soft lights and it’s a gentle light which doesn’t intrude in the night.
The waiter appears from the lift to the empty terrace before making his way over to where we order more drinks. Standing over our table he looks about and notes we have the whole terrace to ourselves tonight and if we need another order to wave at the camera over the lift and he’ll bring them up.
As he talks I note his eyes wander over her cleavage, so casually and innocently displayed. He makes more small talk in very good English, the sort of accented version English women find so lovely with his tanned mid-thirties face, black hair, and clothed in white shirt and dark trousers, with top buttons undone to show a hairless chest and firm shape.
She murmurs appreciatively at his compliment about her dress as he comments she looks “spettacolare” which needs no translation at all really before adding
“With Sir’s permission may I add a further compliment?” I smile and nod.
“in Italian we would truly say siete molto bella, se posso dirlo, signora which means you are very beautiful”
She smiles and touches her face embarrassed looking down. Looking back up at him, seconds later, she crosses her legs, slowly, surely, as he stands looking at her. His eyes don’t miss the movement.
Leaving us to the night with refilled glasses from the bottle on the table he reminds us to wave at the camera if we need anything and half an hour later I wave.
Five or ten minutes later we hear the lift bing on its arrival as Annie’s slides her skirt higher to reveal just a hint of stocking top, smirking at me.
Crossing the terrace to where we sit he smiles.
“A bottle of wine, for you madame, and for you sir” and fresh glasses clink onto the table as his eyes appreciatively slide over the legs on display. His view obviously stops at a hint of stocking top, lingering, before looking at me and smiling.
“You are a very lucky man Sir to have such a beautiful wife” he says
“I reply, this is Annie.”
He reaches for her hand bending to kiss it gently,
“I know your names sir as I checked the register so I may better serve you. And I am Tommaso, I'm the night shift porter”
“For you madame, from Roma” his head lingers low to kiss her hand staring straight down in a closeup view of her stocking top and as he presses his lips onto her hand I notice her legs part ever so slightly as he kisses her.
Annie smiles and laughs sweetly, thanking Tommaso before she slides forward in the chair to reach for her glass, causing her skirt to ride ever so slightly higher up to reveal just a little more stocking top. And she knows perfectly well what she’s doing, so good is she at the game. His eyes don’t miss it.
Departing he waves towards the lift camera, telling us how he’s on reception on his own and to wave if we need more drinks and he’ll bring them up.
As he leaves I tell her I love it when she messes, sitting in pubs showing legs, stocking tops, a touch of suspender strap, cleavages, teasing the men around or walking past as I describe how they’re looking and responding. It’s a game we play as she doesn’t look at them directly when she’s playing which makes them braver to sneak a look at her.
It’s the same when we are in hotels and leave the curtains open as she dresses and undresses, day or night. Of making love with the curtains open at night with the lights on and several times over the years in ground floor rooms it’s attracted people to watch us as it turns her on so much.
Often I video our date nights making sure it captures the windows in the hope of catching a face watching and it has happened several times. After all, the way we think about is if they want to peek through windows they’re breaking laws, not us.
The idea of the lift camera comes up and she wonders how well it covers the roof terrace before, suddenly, slipping straps off her shoulder and pulling the front down slowly to reveal the perfect pert breasts. She reaches for her glass and takes a long sip before replacing it on the table.
I feel a twinge in my groin as I look at her and the thought of the camera. Slowly she pulls the top back up and the straps back onto her shoulders before reaching for the glass of wine again which soon disappears. My shaft starts to stretch further as she pulls her dress up over her legs before parting them widely. And a lovely prominent view she shows me as well, like a perfectly shaped valley. Indeed, I know her shape intimately as so much time have been spent with my head and tongue there. Her fingers tease herself for a while before dropping the skirt back in place while asking “Do you think he’s watching? You’re in front of me blocking the camera view, but it’ll be fun to tease him! Shall we?”
“No idea really if he’s watching he could be busy”
“Come here ..... let’s play” she says reaching for me.
Climbing out of my chair I cross the small space between us as she reaches for my crutch, rubbing along the rapidly stiffening outline of my shaft. I take a sip of my wine from the glass still in my hand.
Slowly I feel the zip being drawn down as her other hand reaches for the buttons on the waist band, undoing them. My shaft hardens further, ready, firm, hard, throbbing. I feel her pull me forwards to where she sits, legs opening, pulling me to stand between them, my crutch inches from her face.
Looking down I see her open legs have pulled the skirt wide, sliding it up her legs, revealing stockings and bare flesh as her hand eases my hardness into the night air. Glistening as it stands erect, her right hand reaches for the shaft to stroke along its length. Squeezing the glans, lubricant oozes on her for fingers to spread down its length as she breathes on the glans inches from her mouth.
Finding my testicles she cups them gently as her thumb and index circle behind where they hang and I feel her pull them downwards, pulling the foreskin all the way down the shaft to fully expose the glans. She eases me forwards by my balls as her mouth opens to receive me. Warmth engulfs my shaft as her hands circle my body to rest on my buttocks, urging me to begin rhythmic movements in and out of her sweet, parted lips.
My hands slip the dress straps off her shoulder before reaching for her breasts and I slide my hand down the dress front to cup them. My fingers find her nipples already erect and hard through the material and eager for my touch. My hips rock quicker as she excites me doing such things in public, turning me on that, accidently, we might be watched from reception on their CCTV. Even from behind and an obscured view there can be no doubt what she is doing.
I know we don’t care now as it’ll be all an innocent accident if he is watching. I wonder if he’s hard right now seeing my back to the camera but knowing exactly what she is doing. I wonder if he’s masturbating or just watching, hardness swelling under his own touch.
She continues sucking and licking the head before sliding her mouth down the shaft to my balls. First she sucks the right one into her mouth and I nearly cum as she sucks it gently, feeling the twitch I watch precum force its way out. Fighting the urge to ejaculate, her mouth quickly moves to the less sensitive left testicle which finds its home inside her warm mouth being sucked and licked.
My shaft glistens as her mouth releases the testicle to travel back up the shaft to taste lubricant while her left hand reaches for her own undoubtedly gathering moistness. Legs splay wider as her fingers play an urgent rhythm as her mouth sucks hard and I know she wants to cum quickly herself so that she can enjoy the next one slower.
Looking across the roof tops around wondering, Thinking, I find it hard to believe that somebody isn’t watching from some window nearby. Her mouth plunges up and down in time to her own urgency bringing my thoughts back to her mouth. And I hold on. At the thought people are watching it happen. Right now.
She pushes my shaft sideways to lick along its length as her hand pushes on my hip, turning me to allow her to lick along its length sideways, from tip to balls. I look down as she does it and realise my body is no longer hiding her as she slides along me. And I see she is looking straight at the lift as she licks, chews, and bites her way up and down me. She slips me into her mouth so slowly in the immortal bulging cheek blow job until turning her head sideways for me to ease into her and start to slowly fuck her lips.
She leans back in the chair, and I push forward to thrust into her hard a half dozen times before backing away rigid to watch her start to play with herself as I see her hand descending to her own excitement. All the time her gaze is forward and past me to the lift as her fingers play amongst her lips. She smiles up at me as I stand watching her fingers as she has always liked me to watch her masturbate. She knows how much it has always turned me on and she likes to please me, and tonight is a special one I have no doubt.
Calming myself I know this is merely the aperitif, the starter of our evening and her own multiple orgasms. Easing my shaft back into my trousers I sit back down and watch, sipping wine in the glorious warmth of Rome’s evening air as she quickly brings herself to orgasm. Her sighs and moans increase with the urgent rhythmic movements of her fingers. She puts her fingers into her mouth to lubricate them with saliva before reaching for her clit. Furiously she strokes it, faster and faster, eventually saliva is no longer needed as she dips fingers into her own moistness pulling it upwards. Looking over my shoulder at where the lift camera sits I have no doubt, if Tommaso is there, he can see the entirety of her performance now, aided by my deliberately moving my chair slightly sideways to open the view for him.
And I Iove it. I always have. The exhibitionist. Being watched. Watching her.
Visually everything she has tightens on the face I know so well as the orgasm starts to sweep through her. Escaping from her mouth she looks at me before looking past me to the lift as she groans very loudly and it’s unmistakeably orgasmic. She forces her legs even wider as her fingers rotate hard against her clit until her back arches from the chair and they slam closed around her hand, trapping it in place against her own moistness, waves sweeping over her shuddering in the chair.
I watch her subside before sighing contentedly. Sitting upright, Annie pulls the top back over her breasts and her dress down ever so slightly.
I refill her wine glass and she smiles contentedly before saying;
“Are you ok? Do you want me to finish you?”
“I’m fine love” I reply “the night is young and it’s absolutely lovely here anyway. I’m good”
Her fingers trace patterns on her thighs as she sighs and sips the wine in the quietness of the night. Not before too long I see her fingers sliding up the inside of her thigh to stroke along her lips again. “God I’m horny tonight”
Laughing I tell her it’s obvious the night air of Rome is doing magic for her.
“Shall I order another bottle” I ask and she smiles and thinks that’s a good idea before asking “Do you think he was watching?”
“Hard to say, but if he was he will have been as hard as a rock watching you, he’s probably masturbated and shot his load by now if he was”
“Order a bottle” she says mischievously
