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builder.txt
                                     BUILDER

          Several weeks ago I was doing some preliminary measurements for  a
     building addition that our  architectural firm was  going to design.  I
     was working on the roof at an expensive condominium complex where there
     were many enclosed private courtyards, most of which were positioned so
     they were concealed from other tenants' windows.

          As I  clambered around  on the  roof, I  heard a  noise below  me.
     Looking down into one of the courtyards,  I saw a woman walking out  of
     her condominium with a book and a glass of iced tea. She was very  tan,
     with bushy brown hair, and a beautiful face. She looked like a model or
     actress in her white bikini and sunglasses.

          I was  standing in  a  position where  I  couldn't see  the  whole
     courtyard, and as she walked across it, the intervening roof blocked my
     view of her. I continued  my work, but my mind  kept going back to  the
     tan beauty below me.

          After a few minutes I crept  over near the courtyard and tried  to
     see where she was without her  noticing. After a little maneuvering,  I
     could see her reflection in the sliding-glass door of her  condominium.
     She was laying on her stomach on a padded wooden chaise lounge, reading
     the book. It looked like the top of her bikini was undone so she  could
     tan her back.

          I moved around behind  her where she couldn't  see me and  quietly
     approached the edge  of the  roof. Now  that I  had a  clear view,  she
     looked even better. Her  long slender legs were  evenly tanned and  her
     muscles stood out just enough to  add shape. I couldn't help  imagining
     what it  would feel  like to  have those  smooth, strong  legs  wrapped
     around me, pulling me in, holding me...

          Her buttocks were round and firm. She had pulled the fabric of her
     bikini bottoms up and in towards the middle, exposing more than half of
     each buttock to the sun.  I looked at the  creases the elastic made  in
     the flesh of her buttocks, and could almost feel their firm smoothness.

          She lifted up on her  elbows to take a drink  of iced tea, and  as
     she did so,  I could see  the curve of  her breast. As  she pulled  the
     little table  with  the iced  tea  closer  to her  lounge,  her  breast
     shuddered slightly with the movement,  and as she lowered herself,  the
     breast flattened against the lounge. I could see that her breasts  were
     firm and full,  but couldn't see  much more. Her  back was shapely  and
     bare, with an even tan, her ribs barely showing as she breathed slowly.
     Her hair was medium brown with lighter highlights from the sun, and  it
     cascaded across the top of her back and down her shoulders.

          I realized that I must look suspicious crouching here on the  edge
     of the roof, staring  down, and I was  suddenly embarrassed. Even  more
     embarrassing was the huge erection I had developed watching her, and as
     I stood up  I looked around  to see  if anybody was  looking out  their
     windows at me.  The building was  laid out on  several levels and  with
     many alcoves and angles, like a  low pile of children's blocks. I  went
     back to work and tried to forget the woman.

          I was almost finished with my measurements when I heard her voice.
     At first I thought it was the wind, or some kind of bird. Then I  heard
     it again. A sigh. I crept back to the edge of the roof and looked down.
     She was still on her  stomach reading the book,  but her hips and  legs
     were moving. She was slowly  rotating her pelvis, grinding her  abdomen
     and crotch  into the  lounge  mattress. Whatever  she was  reading  was
     making her, as well as her secret observer, very aroused.

          She parted her legs, and pulled the edges of the mattress together
     with her knees, forming a sort of hump or ridge down the middle. As she
     dragged her pelvis up  and down along  the hump she  began to sigh  and
     moan more loudly. I  watched her tan, muscular  body moving slowly  and
     rhythmically,  writhing  with  pleasure.  Her  breathy  voice  was   so
     compelling: With each movement came a soft sigh that raised slightly in
     pitch at the end. Suddenly she put  the book on the table and began  to
     turn over onto her back.

          Her breasts lifted free of her bikini top, and swayed in unison as
     she turned over. I was so  fascinated with watching them that I  almost
     forgot that I would be visible to  her now. I quickly dropped down  and
     back from the edge and held perfectly still, afraid she had seen me.

          I was relieved and tantalized when  her moans resumed, and it  was
     all I could do not to peek down over the edge again. With the sounds of
     her rapture flooding my ears, I frantically looked around me. There was
     a chimney rising out  of the roof  near the corner  of her courtyard  I
     snuck back from the edge, and  circled around behind it. Kneeling  down
     low, I could peek around the edge of the chimney. I was off to her side
     a little  more  now, and  didn't  think she  would  see me  unless  she
     happened to  glance  in my  direction.  In  any event,  she  was  quite
     preoccupied with herself.

          My view  was now  spectacular. She  was lying  flat on  her  back,
     wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms. Her breasts were full and firm,
     her nipples erect. The  dark brown area around  each nipple was  small.
     With one hand she  massaged her breasts, gliding  over and around  each
     one and  then pressing  inward  and around,  kneading and  pulling  her
     flesh. The other  hand was skimming  up and down  along her flat  brown
     stomach and across to her sides, following the contour of her waist.

          Her hand slid across her stomach again and down to the edge of her
     bikini bottoms. It lingered  there for a moment  as if undecided  about
     what to do.  Then it  plunged under the  panties and  into her  crotch,
     stroking and rubbing the small mound between her legs. My erection  was
     throbbing, and my shorts felt far too small. Her moans were still  soft
     but more insistent now. The breathy quality was gone and her voice  had
     an urgent edge.  I knelt  there watching  her pelvis  tilt and  gyrate,
     listening to her moan in rhythm,  watching as her hand thrashed in  her
     panties, pushing the  material away to  give me a  glimpse of her  dark
     pubic hair.

          Suddenly her hand stopped moving. Absolute silence. I looked up at
     her face, and saw  that she was  staring straight at  me. I started  to
     duck down, but I was stopped by her  gaze, still fixed on my eyes.  She
     looked a bit alarmed, but her eyes continued to drill into mine. I must
     have given  an  embarrassed  smile, because  gradually  her  expression
     became impassive.  As she  stared  at me,  a little  mischievous  smile
     crossed her face. She looked at  the ground with a bemused  expression,
     and then slowly began to gather up her things.

          She stood up  and walked  toward her door,  and I  felt silly  and
     ashamed that I had violated her privacy. At the same time I wanted  her
     more than any woman I had ever seen. I wanted those legs wrapped around
     me, I wanted  to feel her  supple buttocks and  breasts yield under  my
     touch. I wanted to hear her moan in rhythm with my thrusts, and to feel
     her strain and buck next to my body.

          As she  opened  her  door  and  started  to  step  in,  I  felt  a
     bittersweet sadness and frustration knowing that I would never see  her
     again. I was about to  stand up and return to  my work when she  looked
     back at me. I am sure she saw the dejected look on my face, because she
     put on an exaggerated expression that was a playful caricature of pity,
     recklessness, and arousal. She  had to be an  actress. Then she gave  a
     bubbly little laugh and disappeared into her condominium.

          I noticed,  though, that  she had  left the  sliding door  open  a
     little bit. Could this be a hint?  After the look she had given me,  it
     seemed impossible  that it  could be  anything else.  I eagerly  walked
     around the edge of the courtyard trying  to find a way down. There  was
     nothing but an air conditioning unit  near one wall, below the edge  of
     the roof. I swung my legs over the edge and lowered myself onto the air
     conditioner. Then I realized that, because the courtyard was completely
     enclosed, the only way out would  be through her condominium. If I  was
     wrong about her feelings,  I could find myself  in a very  embarrassing
     spot. I tried to put that thought out of my mind.

          As I walked to her door,  my apprehension mounted. I couldn't  see
     anybody inside, but I had no choice about going through the door. If  I
     didn't I was trapped out on the patio.

          Her living room was decorated in an eclectic style, with expensive
     new furniture and  a few antiques.  The carpet was  thickly padded  and
     very soft. As I entered the room and looked around, I felt increasingly
     ashamed. Here  I  was entering  a  stranger's apartment  with  no  real
     invitation. For all  I knew she  could be calling  the police, or  some
     male friend. I didn't even know if she was alone here. I suddenly  felt
     the need to  escape as my  arousal was replaced  by unreasonable  fear.
     Maybe  I  could  pretend  that  my  work  had  required  that  I   make
     measurements in her courtyard, and that  I had not realized that  there
     was no other way out but through  her door. She may not really  believe
     it, but  it  would probably  get  me out  of  here with  out  too  much
     embarrassment. If I went back out  to the courtyard and knocked on  the
     window, I could make it look like I had never entered. It would look  a
     little more innocent.

          As I turned toward the door, I heard her voice. Adrenalin exploded
     through my body,  all the  way to  my fingertips.  I felt  a hot  blush
     spread from between my eyes down over my face and shoulders.

          "You were watching me,  weren't you?" She was  back in her  bikini
     top, and she held a hair brush poised in mid stroke. Her expression was
     accusing without being hostile.

          "I was just  making some measurements  on the roof,  and I had  to
     take a critical dimension that included  a part of your courtyard.  I'm
     really sorry if I intrude..."

          "It's okay." She was staring  into my eyes again. "I'm  flattered,
     but it's  not polite  to  stare at  somebody  who doesn't  know  you're
     there." She slowly looked me up and down,  and suddenly I felt as if  I
     were the one that was half undressed.

          "If you'll show me out  the front door I'll  get back to work."  I
     was relieved that she seemed to be a reasonable person, but still  felt
     the need to get out of the situation.

          "Actually, I knew you were there all along. I saw you working here
     last week, and I guess  I got sort of a  crush on you. I've never  done
     anything like this before,  and I'm not  quite sure how  to ask. But  I
     want you to make love to me." She  was staring into my eyes again,  and
     we slowly walked toward each other. As we embraced, I felt my erection,
     which had  withered  during  the anxious  few  moments,  suddenly  grow
     fiercely hard  again. She  grasped  my buttocks  and gently  pulled  my
     crotch to hers, pressing herself into the bulge in my pants.

          She was still staring into  my eyes, and I  took her face into  my
     hands, my fingers buried in her hair. I drew her face close to mine and
     slowly, gently kissed her lips. Our  tongues met, softly at first,  and
     began to  explore and  intertwine. I  reached around  and released  the
     clasp on her bikini top. She drew away from me for a moment and let  it
     fall to the  floor. I  hugged her close  and felt  her breasts  flatten
     against me. Again  she drew away  and began to  unbutton my shirt.  She
     pulled it back from my shoulders and let it slide off my arms. She came
     closer and dragged her hard nipples across my chest, her breasts moving
     and swaying.

          Our kisses became deeper  and more intense. I  rubbed my hands  up
     and down her naked back, over her buttocks, pulling her against myself.
     Her soft breathy moans were close in my ears.

          She loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I let them slide  to
     the floor and kicked them free of  my feet. As she slid her hands  down
     the back of my shorts, she gripped my leg with her knees, wrapping  her
     legs around my  leg, dragging the  little mound in  her panties up  and
     down my thigh. With her  hands she pulled my  shorts down to my  knees,
     and then reached up with one of her feet and pushed them to the  floor.
     My erection ached, hot and hard.

          "I want you to lie down and I want you inside me," she breathed. I
     lay down on the soft carpet, and  for a moment she stood above me.  Her
     panties were  wet with  anticipation, and  as she  pulled them  down  I
     glimpsed her engorged lips peeking  out from within the furry  triangle
     of pubic hair. She straddled me, sitting on my stomach, and leaned over
     to kiss me. Once  again her nipples softly  caressed my chest. I  could
     feel her wetness on my abdomen, and her kiss was deep and hard. I  held
     her hips, trying to  maneuver her closer to  my crotch. She grasped  my
     penis and rubbed it between her legs. She was so wet and warm I  wanted
     to plunge into her,  but she kept  rubbing me up  and down through  her
     folds. I ached to be inside her. Finally she rose up and slowly lowered
     herself onto  me.  I  felt  her inner  lips,  engorged  and  beckoning,
     cradling the head of  my penis. As  I gently pushed  into her, I  could
     feel the lips moving down, past the head and onto the shaft,  spreading
     to accommodate  me. I  pulled out  of her  slightly and  pushed  inward
     again, just to feel those lips swallow  me one more time. She moved  up
     and down and  with each  thrust she  consumed more  of me  until I  was
     buried deep inside her.

          Our lips were locked together, our tongues twisting, probing, as I
     began to thrust faster. She gyrated and rocked her pelvis to accentuate
     my movements, and we panted in one another's ears.

          Still straddling me, she raised herself up into a sitting position
     and continued to ride me. Her  hair flowed down over her shoulders  and
     her face had a  devilish grin. "I'll  bet this is  better than being  a
     spectator on the roof."

          "Is there anything like this in that book you were reading?"

          She just smiled that devilish smile again. I recalled how she  had
     looked grinding her pelvis  into the mattress outside  as she read.  As
     exciting as that was, the view I had now was immeasurably better. As  I
     drove in and out,  her breasts bounced and  swayed. Her hips tilted  in
     circles and figure-eights, searching for delicious friction. Her  small
     supple waist was bending and twisting,  and she ran her hands all  over
     herself, her willowy body tight with excitement. I could look down  and
     see myself, disappearing into her glistening pussy, the lips  embracing
     my shaft, and then reappearing, pulling the lips outward again. All the
     while she was looking into my eyes, caressing herself shamelessly.

          She leaned back over  me again and I  felt her breasts flatten  as
     she pressed her whole body tightly against mine. Her soft moans  turned
     urgent as our  bodies pounded  together again and  again. Our  frenzied
     pitching almost threw our bodies apart. I held her tight and felt as if
     she were enveloping me. I was  engulfed in beautiful hot soft flesh.  I
     immersed myself in her pleasure and soon the familiar hot, irresistible
     feeling began to stir deep within my loins. I felt her body shuddering,
     her moans  free  and unrestrained.  My  body  began to  pump,  hot  and
     furious, out of my control, shooting a torrent of semen deep into  her.
     My penis strove to  empty itself, squeezing,  wringing every drop  into
     the moist, supple flesh that enveloped it.

          Finally we slowed, catching our  breath, and I softly kissed  her.
     She rotated her hips one last  time, pressing the little mound  between
     her legs against  me. I felt  a warm twinge  of pleasure, so  different
     from the craving desire I had felt moments before.

          We lay  there for  a  few minutes,  embracing and  caressing  each
     other.
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