Streaky Confessions Ch. 02

I was so horny that I didn't have the patience to even return to the bedding. I just sprawled out near the southern age, feeling the harsh concrete floor rub against my ass and my back as I started fingering myself again. And I came really really hard. Harder than every before. Thankfully I am not a vocal cummer or it would have woken up the entire neighborhood. And after cumming once, I wasn't done. I just stayed there, naked, and brought myself off once more. Wow, this had been easier and faster than I had expected, I thought to myself as I stared at the stars. Then I saw one of the stars moving. It was a satellite, I realized. Heh, technically whoever was operating that satellite could see me, naked and sprawled on the roof of my building. Only if they knew where to point their lens.

I got up to walk back to the bedding, my pants in my hand. That's when there was the faint sound of an engine in the distance. Instantly, I dropped to hands and knees. It was a motorcycle on the road to the West. he kept driving straight. It's not likely that he could have noticed me from that distance and in the dim light. As I crawled back to the bedding, the light from the bulbs got brighter. And I felt really conscious. I had to figure out how to turn them off soon. Once on the bed, I put my clothes back on. I was feeling sleepy all of a sudden. I put my head on the pillow, shut my eyes, and before I knew it I was dreaming.

I woke up in panic to a shrill sound. Shit! I had forgotten to turn the alarm off! I quickly reached for it and silenced it. In the utter silence of the night, the alarm had sounded cacophonous. It seemed loud enough to have woken up the entire building if not the neighborhood. I lay there listening for any signs of movement in the vicinity. But all was quiet. I walked around the roof and surveyed the surroundings again. Everything looked as calm and deserted as an hour ago.

Time for an encore. I stripped off my clothes, this time standing in the spot where the light from the bulbs was the brightest. It seemed like the natural next step. Looking back, I realized that I had the concepts of gradually taking slightly bigger and bigger risks down from the beginning. Baby steps. But while each step was small, I also seemed to be taking the steps in quick succession. In a couple of hours, I had gone from feeling proud of being bra-less while horizontal on the floor to being completely naked while standing with light bathing me.

I walked to the edges pretty rapidly again, this time confident that no one was around to see me. I strolled around the roof for ten minutes and another big milestone came when a car passed along the Western rode, but instead of panicking, I just stepped behind a wall. And when the car had receded into the distance, continued my walk. During this leisurely walk, I thought a lot more about what I was doing, how awesome it was, and also how dead I would be if caught. I played with my boobs, rubbing my nipples. I swayed my ass a little while walking, running my hands over it a few times.

After about four slow rounds of the roof, I stood near the door of the roof. It was bolted. Without really making a conscious decision or having a concrete plan about what to do next, I started opening the bolt. It was tight and rusty so made a short screeching sound. That made my heart jump out of my mouth and I looked around me again to make sure there were no spectators for my adventure. A minute later when there was no movement or action, I gradually opened the door.

What was I doing? What was the plan here? I asked myself. Just explore a little, I answered myself. I stepped into the tiny space at the top of stairs. From where I stood, there were just walls around me and one flight of stairs going down. After that flight, the stairs turned 180 degrees, and 15 steps down - humanity. Three doors. Neighbors. Moms and dads and grandpas and grandpas and kids. People I had known most of my life.

I sat down on the step at the top of the stairs, my breasts swaying as I did so. A minute later, still in the sitting position, I slid one step further down. Then another. Then another. Until I was at the end of my "safe silo" so to say, the zone from where I was completely invisible. Now to proceed further, I would have to turn around the concrete banister. I got on my hands and knees and poked my head around it first. The floor was illuminated with a white fluorescent tube light. The doors were shut. Another step and I could walk down the stairs. And if by chance if someone heard me and opened the door, they would catch me completely naked. What would my mom and dad say? Or do? They'd probably marry me off to the first match they could find.

Suddenly, I lost nerve, and sprinted back up the stairs to the safety of the roof. I bolted the door shut behind me. Got dressed and tried to fall asleep. Soon, I had succeeded.