Up and Out

I was surprised to see a set of stairs. As Liz led me out into the now waning sunlight, I realized that we were on a rooftop seating area. I guessed I was so preoccupied with covering my pussy as we entered that I hadn't seen it walking up to the restaurant.

For a minute or so after I was let go I just looked around. The view wasn't as amazing since there was no coastline anywhere nearby, but there was something about it. Walking up to the railing at the edge of the roof I realized the appeal. Standing at the edge of the roof with my pussy out I could imagine people walking into the store and glancing up, taking in the view.

Hearing voices below I looked down, "What about the other girl that was serving us? " it was the brunet asking. While his grandfather walked away, still reading his paper, he stood his ground. While the waitress fed him some story about my shift being over and turned away with a jaunty "come again!", he stayed by the door. Looking down at him I remembered my exposure, thinking only that he'd seen my breasts, but he'd never gotten a good luck at my pussy.

While thinking my dirty thoughts I must've shifted in some way. I more heard than saw a small pebble roll from the roof only to fall right next to his shoes on the pavement below. I held my breath.