Sunday afternoon, another weekend has come and gone. Weekends are generally shared with Boy Toy, and Sunday afternoons always find me a little sad. Another weekend is over; I'm back home and the rest of the week will be spent working. I find this thought depressing, of late. Still, I can't really complain. Boy Toy has been wonderful, as usual. We went out, danced, saw some friends, went rollerblading, found a great new restaurant, went shopping... We had sex, of course. Nothing kinky, but still pretty exciting. Want to know what we did? Of course you do. Friday night, Boy Toy and I were enjoying some quiet time together. A rare thing, as we usually have friends over. We both love company, but I welcomed the calm and semi-solitude, as I've been somewhat depressed lately and wasn't feeling up for some company. It was very hot, Friday. One of the last very hot days of summer. Boy Toy's house just sucks the heat in and keeps it in, so the place felt like an oven. This time of year though, nights get quite cool, so we decided to go enjoy the coolness on the roof. We grabbed some of the couch's cushions and laid down, looking at the few stars visible despite the clouds and the city-lit sky. I was wearing little shorts and a white tank top, Boy Toy was wearing a pareo wrapped loosely around his naked body. I am fairly certain nobody could see us, where we were lying down. The rooftop deck is surrounded by a wooden trellis and we had no lights on up there. There are a few neighbors high enough that they might peek, but I believe the darkness, the fact that we were lying down and the trellis provided ample cover. We could hear some people having what sounded like a party on the balcony, just next door. The crowds enjoying the last of the summer, down in the street, made a steady background noise. It seems inevitable that I would start stroking Boy Toy's boy parts. We fondle each other every chance we get, like horny teenagers. It was just too easy and tempting to undo the knot in his pareo and play with him. He was especially sensitive to my touch, gasping and jumping slightly with every stroke, every light brushing of my fingernails on his erect penis, every playful pinching of his balls. I ran my nails along his back, up to the nape of his neck, ran my fingers in his hair and grabbed the back of his head in a possessive, "you are mine" manner. We kissed passionately. Finally, he started fumbling urgently at the button on my shorts and I, impatient, unable to wait, did the work for him. With my bottom half bared, he quickly found his way inside me. We are never very patient, when it comes to sex. We were in an awkward position, on our sides, and we could hear voices all around us. But we didn't care. We had to assume no one could see. We heard no shocked exclamation, no whispered "Hey, look at what they're doing..." It didn't take long at all before we were both breathing hard, sharing orgasms, with me going "shhhhhh!!". "I think we're exhibitionists", I told Boy Toy, afterwards. The danger of being seen or heard certainly added to our excitment, to the urgency of our need. I doubt anybody COULD have seen, but still, technically there were people all around us, we could hear them very clearly. It felt like we were in the middle of a crowd. I used to get so paranoid and totally turned off, if there was any chance of getting caught. I guess it's not the case anymore...