From the story
“Up on the Rooftop – Part 2”
“Hey, let’s move down here a bit. We won’t be so much behind those lights.” Suze scoots our bags down the roof and the glare from the massive temporary lights reduces enough to clear my threatening headache.
“I thought there’d be more ghosts and goblins and Draculas.”
“Too passé for the Castro.”
I kind of miss such simple signs of Halloween. I am about to point out a topless woman (one of many) when motion in a window across from us catches my eye.
I focus the binoculars and see an older woman, her man-cut shirt unbuttoned, stepping back from the blinds. Probably most nights no one can see in, but the moon has risen and without the street glare I can see fairly well.
A much smaller woman, wearing a gorgeous Victoria’s Secret special, complete with garters, steps into the older woman’s arms, and they kiss. My head feels unbelievably hot all of a sudden, and for a moment I can’t breathe. I fully expect the Victoria’s Secret to be removed, but when they move to the bed—just barely visible—it is the other woman who ends up naked.
She is beautiful—maybe handsome is a better choice. The kind of handsome I hope I am in another twenty years. The smaller woman is on top of her and they move like they are on a waterbed, except there aren’t. It’s unbelievable. They ripple together, like they are made to do exactly that.
When the smaller woman moves down between the older woman’s legs I feel faint. I want that, I want it so bad I can feel her breath on my bare skin.
I drop the binoculars on my foot. “Just crowd stuff.” I know I am blushing furiously.
“Oh, really?” Suze lifts her binoculars and peers at the apartment windows. “Oh. Oh! I see. Wow.”
“Is that the woman in leather we saw earlier?”
“No, I don’t think so. She was younger and definitely not that thin.”
“This one looks like she bikes or runs or something.”
“You’re looking real close, aren’t you?”
I’m still blushing. “So are you.”
Minor edits have been made to maintain a PG-13 rating for the Web.