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“So, tell me your fantasy,” he asked.
“What?” she blushed at the unexpected question.
“Come on. I’m curious.”
“Are you kidding me?” She laughed and glanced up at the waiter who suddenly appeared to pour the last of the Australian red wine in their glasses and supervise the bussing of their dinner dishes.
“Would you like anything else?” the waiter queried.
He raised his eyebrows at her, and she shook her head almost imperceptibly and said, “I’m fine.”
He said to the waiter, “No thanks. Just the check, please.”
“Very well, sir.”
When the waiter disappeared in between the tiny tables and the trendy Tribeca restaurant, he said, “Let’s go back to my place and have coffee.”
She looked at him curiously over her glass of wine, “Okay.” She smiled.
She had met him nearly five years earlier when she moved to the city and he was doing business with her company. During that time, he had sold his business and she had been promoted to another division, yet a friendship had developed and they remained in touch. Since the beginning, they had found that they were kindred spirits of a sort. In their mid-thirties, they were both fiercely independent and loved the city. Neither had ever married and although they had never dated, they had a running joke about getting married and keeping their separate apartments in order to mutually pacify their families while maintaining their independence.
In the meantime, she gave him never-ending shit about the fact that he managed to get engaged about once a year to the same sort of snooty, Long Island girl who always made him miserable in the end. And he harassed her about the fact that she worked too much and hadn’t had a date in months. They talked on the phone once a week and tried to get together for dinner at least once a month, despite their hectic schedules.
They managed to get a cab on the dark and semi-deserted streets of Tribeca. The unexpected question in the restaurant seemed to be forgotten as he negotiated the directions with the driver to his new place. He had been planning the move for months and she was excited to see it. Despite Friday night traffic downtown, they were in front of his building in less than twenty minutes. She stepped out of the cab and waited while he paid the driver.
“Thanks again for dinner,” she said.
“No problem. It’s great to see you,” he replied and put his arm around her waist for a quick, friendly squeeze.
Inside the top floor apartment, he poured a couple of glasses of port and they decided to forgo the coffee. He put some light jazz on the radio and gave her the tour of his new place. Based on Manhattan standards, it was of course sprawling. And she took a moment to tease him about the fact that he could never do any ‘half-assed’. Back in the living room, he lit a cigarette for her and then for himself; and they sipped the sweet wine and talked about his new neighborhood.
“So, are you going to tell me?” He said, finally. He was settled back into an overstuffed, leather chair.
“Tell you what?” She asked, although she could feel herself blushing again as she realized that he was referred to his earlier query. She had kicked off her shoes and sat with her legs curled up underneath her on a matching leather sofa.
He chuckled at her.
“Tell me yours.” She countered with a laugh.
“Nope. I asked you first.”
“That’s not fair…” she whined for affect.
“Of course, it’s fair.” He just said and continued to watch her intently.
“Why do you want to know?” She asked, suspiciously.
“I told you. I’m curious.” He said.
“Well, Darlin’, I have lot’s of fantasies.” She finally said rather flippantly. “And, I’m not so sure that you could handle them…” She grinned at him with a daring gleam in her eye.
“Ah ha!” And he laughed and said, “You think?”
She grinned and nodded.
“Tell me one.” He persisted. And she felt suddenly shy.
“Oh, please.” She stalled.
“Wimp.” He teased.
“I am not a wimp.”
“So, tell me then.”
She sighed with resignation and said, “Okay. Fine. I like to be spanked.”
“I knew it!” he said and crushing out his cigarette, he stood suddenly.
“What?” Her eyes grew wide as he came toward her. He took her cigarette and very deliberately crushed it out while he set her port aside with his other hand.
“What are you doing?” She said nervously.
“I’m doing what I should have done months ago.” He sat down next to her and gripping her elbow, he gently pulled her down across his lap.
She was too stunned to resist. But, as he settled her into place with a firm grip on her waist, she began to flail slightly, “Are you crazy?” she said breathlessly.
“Hold still.” He said a bit sternly and brought his bare hand down with a sharp smack on her bottom. “You are such a brat.”
She sucked in her breath and felt the blood rush to her face in a mix of emotions. Embarrassment and confusion flushed with the excitement of being held powerless in his strong grip. He wasn’t hitting her hard. But, he continued to scold her as he warmed her backside.
“I knew it. You’ve been taunting me for months. I have been tempted so many times to thrash you.” Then he stopped and pulled her cotton dress up and was delighted to find a dainty, white, lacy thong. “Perfect.” He said, quietly. And then, “That was just the warm up.”
She began to whimper, as his hand came down for ten hard slaps on her bare ass. She finally put her hand back to shield herself. He just gripped her wrist with his other hand and held her firmly in place while he continued to spank her harder and harder.
“Please! Don’t!” she began to beg. But, he ignored her pleas.
Finally, he stopped. And when he dipped his hand into the cleft between her legs, she was wet with desire. He found her clit with his index finger and it only took a few minutes for her to give a loud sob and shudder with a crashing orgasm.
He let her body drop to the floor in front of him and then he pulled her up into an embrace. Her lips quickly found his and they kissed with a passion that neither had suspected could exist between them. Her fingers fumbled with his belt and his hard cock sprang free from his clothes. She managed to pull off her panties while their tongues remained intertwined. She quickly straddled his body. He pulled his head back and growled loudly as he felt himself slide easily into her wetness.
“Oh my God!” he said.
She covered his mouth again and rode him with her body. He groaned into her mouth as he gripped her hips and quickly came hard inside of her.
They were both breathing heavily. She leaned onto his shoulder and felt him slip out of her as their passion subsided. When she was finally able to speak, she asked with a small giggle, “How did you know?”
He chuckled toward the ceiling and said, “I didn’t.”
Then he put his hand on her chin and lifted her face to plant a small kiss on the end of her nose and said, “But, I do now.”
5/31/2006 5:31 pm
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