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When I lived in Geneva, my girlfriend had a two-story top-floor apartment with a terrace that was more or less the rooftop. One Spring, she decided to put a nice, soft astro-turf over the entire terrace and then put up a sort of visibility screen around the waist-high wall, screening up to about shoulder height for me.

Even though I had moved out (because I had another girlfriend), I used to spend a lot of time with this lady and we would relax on her terrace and get full tans on nice days. But, since I felt that she was making a point of us enjoying time together but not being romantic, we never did anything. One very sunny Saturday, we had some snacks on the terrace (fully nude) and were then relaxing / sunning while reading, etc. We were both on our backs, next to each other, but she was on a towel on the ground and I was in a lounge chair. At one point, she put her left leg up on the edge of my lounge chair. At first, I thought she was just moving her leg around for circulation, but as I looked down at her to say something, I could see the parted lips of her vagina and something said she was sending me a message.

So, without really saying anything, I got up, walked down to her feet, then got down on my knees and bent over and just started lapping at her c*nt. She did not object at all. She was wet, warm, and willing. This led to more, of course, and we spent the whole afternoon on the roof having sex, taking breaks, and having more sex. It was great - and we got a tan in the process. Somewhere at the end (because the sun was going down, it was getting cool, and we were getting hungry) she suddenly said, "I wonder if any of the neighbors (i.e., those in the building across the street) saw us." Well, it was too late by then, and though she likes to pretend to be shy about such things, she doesn't really mind being exposed. She is French, after all. And a very well-endowed but otherwise petite French woman of Chinese ancestry. She really is an eye-full!

Anyway, at that point, our romance sort of re-ignited and we began sleeping together most of the time again. We eventually broke up again a couple years later when she asked if I had to choose between her and my other girlfriend, which it would be. I told here the truth (the other one), because in the long run I want her respect, rather than lie for a short-term gain, so she said, "well, I guess you had better leave in the morning." She is great, though, and I nearly melt every time I see her (we still work for the same company).