The Rooftop Patio

The rooftop at Trace North condominiums here at 1414 12th Ave became my place to just relax soon after moving into the complex. I love gazing at the constellations and the moon. When not stargazing, I enjoy the view of the Seattle skyline.

Situated near restaurants, boutique shops and Cal Anderson park, it is ideal for someone like myself. It's a far cry from the single-family suburban home on a tree-lined road where I was raised.

I love looking through its' floor to ceiling windows and cooking on the gas stove. I like its' stainless steel appliances. The one-bedroom unit is perfect.

Twenty-eight years old, I make my living as an RN in a trauma center, the job I've had since finishing college 6 years ago. I hit it off with all my coworkers at Harborview Medical Center.

It came as a pleasant surprise to learn that doctor Holcomb, a trauma surgeon, lives in this same complex, though not on the same floor. We just happened to be taking a ride in the elevator one day.

At age 43, the 6' tall hunk has been employed at the hospital for 15 years. I had seen him around in the department a bunch of times, though we never actually had a chance to socialize at the workplace.

A warm day in June finds me just coming home at 7 in the morning after a long and busy night shift. Having already yawned a couple of times, I retired to my bedroom for some much needed sleep. The digital clock on my nightstand registers 1 o'clock when I open my eyes and roll onto my back.

The afternoon marks the one-month anniversary of my weekend stay at Lake Bronson Club naturist resort with my friend Allison. Reluctant to get naked when we first arrived, I lost my inhibition within 15 minutes, the time it took to register at the office and watch a video. Allison, on the other hand, had no qualms about going to a clothing prohibited resort.

On this day I decided to place a call to Alley. Maybe I can convince her to sunbathe naked on the roof at Trace North. It should be easy enough. Surely a girl who likes naturist resorts will not object to going skyclad in Seattle.

Her phone rang twice. She picked up the call.

"Alley what's happening?"

"I bought a new car. It's an EV."

"You finally got rid of that old clunker."

"I was time. It has seen better days."

"My new place has a rooftop patio. I'm about to go up there and check out the view."

Part of me wanted to tell her that I will be nude up there. I'll tell her after the fact.

I had a few hours before the start of my shift so I climbed two flights of stairs to the patio. Nobody was there so I stripped off the white ruffled off-shoulder top and carried it to the table.

Without wasting any time I pulled off my jeans, panties and my strapless bra and left them strewn on the floor. I took a walk around the perimeter then settled into one of the chairs.

I like this. Thankyou Alley for talking me into going sky-clad.

The time ticked away while I listened through noise canceling headphones to the romance novel in my i-pad.

All good things come to an end. As the shadows lengthened I dressed quickly and set out for the hospital. It was to be another busy night in the ER.

The sun had barely cleared the horizon. There were Long shadows on the west side of the building as I walked to my car.

I could watch TV for two hours, maybe three before crawlng into bed. Daytime Television sucks. Thank God for the streaming services or YouTube.

Being naked on the rooftop patio is becoming a lifestyle. So what if people object! I'm not ashamed of my body. My figure is similar to that of singer Lady Gaga: 5' 1" tall, 34 B. If she can skinny dip in her pool, I can sit naked on my roof.

Like the previous afternoon, I took my clothes off a few hours before I had to leave for work. Just minutes after getting naked I spotted a handsome blond dude coming out.

Seeing me, he stopped in his tracks and took off his clothes before sitting across from me. Did I start a trend or has this roof always been a nature resort?

"Are you new in this building?"

"I moved here a week ago. I'm Stephanie."

"Ron."

"What do you do for work Stephanie?"

"Nurse, Harborview," I replied.

"There's a doctor who lives in the complex who works there."

"Who?" I asked pretending to not know.

"Jon Holcomb on the third floor."

"I've seen him around at the hospital."

We chatted at length about a variety of topics: my former neighborhood, his youth, vacations.

I asked, "what do you do for work."

"I work at Boeing, fabrication manufacturing engineer."

Enough shop talk

He's gorgeous. His dick is long and uncut. If I play it right he'll ask me on a date. I would love to spend the night with him.

There's nothing like a rude awakening to make my day.

"My husband has a boat at the marina."

May as well act as though I'm not bummed out. After all, he wouldn't be my first gay male friend.

"How long have you guys been married?"

"Eight years," he replied.

Minutes later a 5 9 dude with a light-brown buzz cut came outside. He and Ron gave each other a kiss then took seats.

He's really HOT. Too bad he's gay.

"Ted I was just getting to know Stephanie. She's new in the building."

"Hi."

They make a handsome couple. I would not mind in the least watching them fuck.

I reported to the ED nurses station just minutes before the official start of my shift. Barely 10 minutes passed before I was dispatched to a room. The patient lying there turned out to be a 64 year old gent in need of a penile catheter which I inserted.

Another long night came to an end. Having recognized my first patient as my 8th grade math teacher, I sent the old gentleman on his way with well wishes.

At 3 that afternoon, after a long nap and a light lunch, I went back to the rooftop patio. As always, I got naked.

Within minutes I got a nice mental image of Ron spooning Ted on their mattress. His long thick penis is sliding in and out of Ted's hole. His hand is sliding up and down his lover's thick erect cock. My face betrays nothing as I stare silently through dark-blue lenses at fluffy white clouds.

My thoughts turned to doctor Holcomb. I would like to get to know him better. I don't even know if he's married or single or if he's even straight. I'd Love to be lying under him taking his dick inside me.