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One of the great things about living single in Manhattan
is the over-active social scene. There are bars, clubs,
parties here to cater to any desire imaginable, cuisine
from all over the world, and the world's best entertainment
options. Of course, this scene draws visitors like moths
to a flame. Case in Point: Amy and Michelle. My company's
budgeting process required coordination between my group
and these two Marketeers, both of whom decided these meetings
were better held here than in our Corporate HQ. An email
from Michelle explained the "airfares require a
Saturday night stay", that she and Amy would make
a weekend of it, and would I like to join them for a night on
the town, the Saturday before our meetings? Great... I
have what I would call a passing professional relationship
with both women: I have been in meeting with them, but I would
have been hard-pressed to give anything more than a general
impression of either woman. I could not remember if either
one was married, had a boyfriend (or girlfriend for that
matter), or much of anything about either woman. I resigned
myself to having a fun evening of drinks, exchanging company
gossip, and setting the stage for productive meetings
later in the week.

We had decided to meet for drinks in their hotel bar sometime
around 10:00. I decided to play the penultimate NYC Girl
with a somewhat conservative edge, so I dressed in a little
black dress and not-quite-fuck-me pumps, with black seamed
thigh-highs completing the look. Underneath it all, I
wore a matching thong and strapless bra, also in black.
I did not expect anyone would actually see what I had on under
the dress, but the small thrill I got from dressing up a bit
would make up for the evening talking shop.

I walked into the lounge, quickly spotted them, and almost
as fast noticed I was already at a two-drink deficit. Turns
out they came down from their rooms around 9:00, when the
place was deserted, which at least ensured we had a prime
location at the bar. We exchanged kiss-hug pleasantries,
then I joined them and I added my drink to their standing
order. They complimented my dress, how well I looked, and
both agreed NYC agreed with my disposition. Both Michelle
and Amy dressed to impress, both had on skirts with drops
higher than my dress, with Michelle going for the fun and
flirty look while Amy deciding a tight skirt just what her
hips needed. I laughed a bit when I remembered I originally
I thought I needed to tone things down a notch or two!

It also became apparent to me they had no interest in talking
shop, either. What did become apparent was that both wanted
a "Sex and the City" kind of evening. While not
against such a thing in principle, in fact I dislike mingling
my personal and professional lives. While it would have
been great to go to a club, meet some cute guys, make them
buy us drinks, and let them in our panties; I did not want
such tales to travel back around the company campfire,
which is what I feared would happen with these two. And I
did not want to have Monday morning meeting with them, having
seen them hook up on Saturday evening.

Of course, Amy managed to start flirting with a couple of
admittedly cute bridge and tunnel boys sitting on the right
side of us. When Michelle joined in pointing their attention
in another direction, I looked around the bar and began
a countdown until I could make my escape. Just as I was bringing
my drink to my lips, my stationary hips collided with someone
else's hips, and I just barely managed to get the upturned
drink away from my dress. I turned to my left; ready to throw
my death-stare at whoever intruded on my space, when a hand
went to my shoulder and a feminine voice called out an apology
to me. I had to look up to meet her very open and deep brown
eyes, relented my death-stare, and returned her smile.
She turned back to her friends, and I turned back to my drink.

Amy's boy noticed I had almost spilled my drink, and
decided he needed to announce my apparent inebriation
to anyone within earshot: "Whoops! Someone has a
drinking problem!"

Amy came to my quick defense, telling him "That's
Susan. She's our tour guide." Thanks, Amy. "She
lives here." She continued by way of explanation.

"Oh, really, " said the taller of the B&T Boys,
"where do you live?"

"Hell's Kitchen, " I answered back, somewhat
miffed I had been drawn into this mating dance, then asked
"And you two?"

"Yeah... we both live over in Hoboken. We have a great
view of Manhattan, just can't see paying those Manhattan
rents" came back his answer.

How nice, I thought: You have a great view of a place you cannot
afford. I was thinking of something nice to say about New
Jersey when his friend joined in with, "Sounds like
you two are paying her too much!"

I bit my tongue, smiled at his joke, and quickly turned back
to the bar. Just as the next drink appeared, I felt another
nudge on my hip. The same woman as before stood there, obviously
nudging me on purpose. She had turned from her friends a
bit, as I had from mine, smiled again, and asked, "Are
we having fun yet?"

I gave her another look. I would put her somewhere in her
40's, with a very elegant edge to her. She wore her well-coiffed
hair off the shoulder, had on this shiny black halter-top
with mesh sleeves, and a straight-line leather mini, all
of which fit her very curvy form like a glove. She wore tall
black leather boots with a spike heel; even without them
she had a couple inches on me, with her boots she seemed to
tower above me. She also held my gaze, nodded her head towards
me, and had the best smile I had seen that evening. Yes, I
took notice of her.

I took another look over her shoulder to find her friends
now passing pictures amongst themselves. One of them called
her by name, and Mari returned to their fold.

"I think you need to go." I laughed and turned
back to Amy and Michelle.

"Susan, who was that?" asked Michelle.

"Another tour guide" came back my reply, but
I do not think Michelle minded my answer, considering the
hand now placed on her thigh. Amy seemed equally into her
new friend, as I continued nursing my drink with studied

I looked over my shoulder to catch Mari's eye, when
I did I smiled and got one back. I turned back to my drink and
thought "Oh, if only..." Apparently, Mari
shared my thoughts, as soon I felt her hip nudge against
mine. Again. This time the contact was less a bump than it
was a very nice rub. Turning my attention back to Amy and
Michelle, making sure they had not noticed my flirtation
with Mari, I pushed back a bit, and Mari kept contact between
her ass and mine.

I returned to the conversation between Amy, Michelle,
and their admirers. Loud laughs came and went as they made
comparisons between the East and West coasts, and I added
my thoughts as someone living a bicoastal lifestyle. The
boys were now mentioning various and sundry bars in the
area, seeking to show my colleagues a bit more of the Manhattan
nightlife. When asked I added my thoughts and silently
counted my lucky stars all four of them would soon be on their
way. All I needed to do was find my moment to make a graceful

Mari and her group of friends must have had the same thought.
As she passed by, she did look over her shoulder, right at
me, raised her eyebrow in a questioning look and smiled.
I smiled, rolled my eyes a bit before I nodded to my friends,
and turned back to Amy and Michelle.

Sans distraction, I had little choice but to listen to the
boys work their charm on Amy and Michelle. By now, they had
all settled on next going to a champagne bar just down the
street from their hotel. I remembered that old rhyme, that
champagne making girls dance and drop their pants, noticed
how everyone was getting very chummy, and hoped neither
Amy nor Michelle would have too great a hangover, or too
many regrets, the next morning.

I walked with them to the door, right up to the taxi stand,
where I found Mari and her friends still saying their goodbyes.
Amy, Michelle, and the boys were moving past the entrance
towards the champagne bar. I looked at Mari, who threw me
a sidelong glance, discreetly nodding her head in the opposite
direction. I stood there, evaluating Mari. She stood in
profile to me, her hand on her hip, her breasts looking fabulous
as they strained against her top, and her very long legs
giving me very wicked thoughts. I had this insane desire,
right at that very moment, to walk up to her and kiss her.
I felt a familiar sensation deep in my tummy, traveling
down between my legs and back. I placed my hand on my tummy,
called Amy and Michelle back, told them I was not feeling
well, but that I hoped they had a great time. Michelle called
Amy over, we all exchanged kisses and hugs; I gave the boys
the "Nice to meet you!" line, and they were off.

I waited until they turned the corner then turned towards
Mari. I went over to the taxi stand, stood back while Mari
said goodbye to the last of her friends, and stood next to
her. She gave me a look, the same one I imagine spiders give
their prey, and asked if I wanted to share a cab with her.
Of course, I did. She gave the driver the name of another
hotel, and we grandly moved from TriBeCa to SoHo.

"You're Susan" she said by way of introduction.

"You're Mari" I answered back.

Soon we were at our destination. We went in and up the stairs
to the very crowded bar. Somehow, she managed to spot a couple
of seats in the corner as we stepping past the fashionistas
and metrosexuals in permanent residence. Within seconds,
she had the bartender's eye and we had a couple of drinks
in front of us.

"I'm glad you followed my lead, " were
her first words, once we had our drinks.

"You seem very pleased with yourself" I shot

She liked that answer. She threw her head back and laughed,
then brought her glass up to toast "To new friends".

I clinked my glass to hers and drank to that. She placed her
hand on my back. It felt good there. After spending the first
part of the evening as the apparently overpaid tour guide
to a couple of vacationing colleagues, it felt good to have
her very warm hand on my bare shoulder. I craned my neck back,
took another sip of my drink, and told her "That feels

She grabbed her drink with her other hand, leaving one on
me, and we toasted the joys of out of town visitors. I asked
about her friends, was there a specific occasion, filling
the silence with meaningless questions. She answered
my questions, explaining that her friends were down from
Westchester for a "girls night out", and somehow
managed to edge closer and move her hand from my shoulder
to my thigh, and kept her eyes on me as best she could. I liked
her. She looked fabulous, had a great touch, I was enjoying
her seducing me. I lifted my chin, and turned my entire body
to her.

In a way, I presented myself to her; in a way, by my openness
I invited her to open to me. She did. She flipped her shoulder-length
brown hair back from her eyes and continued. She is an executive
for a cosmetics company, a part owner in a downtown gallery,
a devoted practitioner of yoga, and has a SoHo loft. Tales
of travel to India and Bali rounded out her tale, ending
with her happily in NYC these past 15 years. She is as cultured
as she is elegant, and exceedingly attractive to boot.


She listened to me as I told her the basics of my life. I told
her I am divorced, with no kids, and am new to New York. That
I enjoy the differences between San Francisco and Manhattan,
how the former seems quite similar to the latter, and that
I enjoy being single.

She asked if I had a boyfriend and I said no with a slight chuckle.
That caught her notice, and then asked if I had a girlfriend.
I told her no by shaking my head and smiling.

"Are you through with men, Susan? She asked.

"No, " I answered, "men are an itch I scratch."

She liked that answer. I placed my hand on hers and crossed
my legs. I asked her the same thing, she hesitated a moment
before she answered. She did have a man in her life, though
was not married. I see...

"Where is he this evening?" I asked.

"Girls have girls night out, boys have boys night
out" she answered in a very direct tone, then continued,
"He has his life and I have mine."

"What would he think if he came in here now and saw you
with me?" I asked, wishing to avoid the drama of a jealous

"Oh, he would love it!" came back her answer;
almost in surprise that I would think otherwise. She gave
me a very even look, which told me she has no issues with having
a boyfriend and dating women, and I let the matter drop.
We shared a few more thoughts and laughs, and even a quick
kiss when her head moved closer to mine, before she asked
if I would like to see her loft. Yes, I would.

It was a quick enough walk from the bar to her place. She flipped
on the lights, turned on some music, and motioned me over
to the kitchen bar. She walked over to the kitchen area,
I stood on the other side of the kitchen bar, while she selected
a chilled bottle of wine, pulled down a couple of glasses,
and poured us yet another drink. We both smacked our lips,
then she walked around the bar stood next to me, and we kissed.
I had wanted to do that for some time and it showed. She has
a very wide mouth, which I like, and I loved opening my mouth
to hers. She tasted fabulous, the combination of her spicy
dinner still apparent as was the vodka and wine. Her tongue
felt fabulous in my mouth, and I liked that I needed to crane
my neck back while she held and kissed me.

Her hands moving along my shoulders to my breasts and down
to my hips all as I stood pushed back against the bar. She
grabbed my hands and placed them on her very ample breasts
while I kissed her neck. Her hands went behind my head and
she pulled my mouth deeper into her neck and shoulder. Her
hands running down my back soon met the top of my dress. She
felt long enough to notice the back hook and zipper while
my hands went around her back to her hips and to the waist
of her skirt. Both of us wanting to undress each other, but
neither of us wanted to break our embrace. She had managed
to unhook my dress and was pulling the zipper from the fabric
when the ringing phone ruined our moment.

Gee, I wonder who that could be.

Mari broke our embrace and moved to answer her phone. I understood:
If she did not answer then he would leave a message, and the
unnamed boyfriend would take shape in our thoughts. I would
hear his voice, I would know something about him, and for
right now, Mari wanted to keep that to herself. I did not
like it but I understood.

She answered the phone as I turned back to my glass of wine.
She told him about her evening, the highlights of the dinner
conversation, and drinks after. While she talked, she
placed her hand on my shoulder maintaining physical contact
with me while she asked about his evening. Her fingers and
nails traced along my shoulders and down my spine as she
chatted away. I arched my back to show my approval and continued
sipping my wine. I found myself very turned on by her keeping
her boyfriend in limbo while continuing her seduction
of me.

She stepped things up a notch. I felt her fingers search
in my dress for the zipper, seeking to pull it down and continue
undressing me. I could feel my body react to her bold move,
I felt my tummy tighten, my head went back a bit, and my pussy
gave off a very familiar tingle. My reaction surprised
me, that I would find it erotic her undressing me while on
the phone with him. Soon she did find the zipper and pulled
it down to where it ended at the small of my back. She opened
my dress, tracing patterns with her fingers as she went.
All while she listened as her boyfriend told her about his
night. Her fingers reached the hook of my strapless bra,
and the nimble fingers from one hand unhooked my bra.

Keeping her boyfriend going, she turned me to face her.
Pulling my arms to my front, she the straps over my shoulders
and pulled the dress down my front to my waist. Apparently,
he asked her if he could come over, she told him she was just
about to go to bed when she pulled my bra from my body and let
it fall to the floor. She cupped each breast in turn, as she
told him to stop pouting, that she would see him the next
evening. She moved close enough for me to smell the sweet
wine on her breath. Her free hand moved down my front, to
where the dress had gathered around my waist. I could tell
from her smile that she was enjoying this interlude as much
as I was. She began pulling my dress over my hips until it
fell to around my feet lying next to my discarded bra.

I gingerly stepped out of the dress, careful not to make
too much noise with my heels on her hardwood floors. Once
again leaning back against the counter, I slightly parted
my legs wondering just how far Mari would play this game.
Her self-confidence grew as she first took a sip of wine,
then dipped a finger into the glass and brought her finger
to my mouth. She rocked her finger back and forth on my tongue,
sliding it in and out of my mouth, before pulling her finger
out, and tracing it down between my breasts to my tummy.
She again told him he could not come by her place, telling
him he needed to be patient. Her finger went over my panties
to my crotch she told him patience pays its own rewards.
He must have asked what that meant as she next told him she
might have a surprise for him sometime soon. As she said
that, her finger started rubbing my pussy through my panties,
which made me suppress a slight moan. My hands went to her
hand between my legs, and I kept her stroking to a manageable
tempo. Her smile and light laugh indicated she was quite
pleased with herself.

She broke contact again to hand me my glass of wine, which
I took into my hands and then took a very liberal sip. The
wine hit my tongue like a thunderclap, my head somewhat
spinning from all of this. Here I stood in front of a lovely
woman I met not three hours back, clad only in a heels, thigh-highs,
and a thong, waiting for her to end her conversation with
her boyfriend so she and I could have sex. More amazing than
that was how at ease I felt with all of this. Mari took a step
back and made a sweeping motion to some screens at the far
end of her loft. She motioned me to her bedroom. I flipped
my hair back, grabbed her glass of wine, and took both across
the room to her bed. I could feel her eyes on my legs and ass
as I walked past her living area to her bed. He must have noticed
the sound of my heels, as she had to explain to him she was
turning out lights and locking up for the night.

Once behind the screen, I slipped off my heels placed the
glasses of wine on her nightstand, and lay back on her bed.
I could hear her moving around, this time she really was
locking up, dimming the lights, and then appeared from
behind the screens at the foot of her bed holding on to my
dress and bra. Looking at me lying on her bed she told him,
she really needed to get to bed. He was not taking the hint
as she remained on the phone listening to his voice while
her eyes moved up and down my body. She laughed and rolled
her eyes as he started another discussion with her, so I
decided it was my turn to up the ante. With her watching me,
I pulled my legs up and apart as my hands massaged my breasts
and pinched my nipples. My left hand went to my mouth, I started
licking and sucking my own fingers, while my right hand
moved down my tummy to my legs. Keeping my eyes on hers, I
started stroking my pussy through my panties. I smiled
both at her and when I found my clit through my panties. I
arched my back, moved my left hand back to my breasts, pulling
my nipples, inviting her all the time to join me.

For the first time that evening, her fa├žade broke and she
actually bit her lip in frustration while watching me.
I giggled but kept at it. She made a movement with her hand,
willing me to pull my panties off, which I answered by shaking
my head and mouthing to her she could very well do that herself.
She actually had to turn her back to me, to stop looking at
me, and took a more severe tone when telling her boyfriend
she would call him in the morning. Finally it seemed he took
the hint as she bade him a good night and clicked the phone

I lay back on the bed, stretching as I did so, and asked her
if she enjoyed this little session of phone sex just ended.
She flashed me a somewhat annoyed smile and playfully threw
my bra at me. I dropped it to the floor by my shoes.

"You are a handful, " she said, moving across
the room to her closet. "I didn't hear you objecting

"No, I didn't" I purred, moving to my side
to face her. "Are you going to tell me his name?"

"You'll learn it soon enough" she threw
back over her shoulder, facing her closet as she thoughtfully
hung my dress for me.

I propped my head on my hand, considered her comment, more
than content for the moment to watch her undress. Her top
came first, giving me a very good view of her toned and lithe
back. She undid the collar snap, peeled the front away from
her, and pulled the fabric around to unsnap the rest of it.
She had not worn a bra. Around came her skirt, which she unzipped
and pushed it over her hips. Like me, she wore a thong, hers
in silk and mine in lace. She had a fabulous, fleshy, curvy
ass. All that yoga produced a nicely toned body, and Mari
proudly turned around showing me her body. Still wearing
her boots, she moved to climb on her bed.

"Aren't you going to take those off?" I
asked, nodding to her boots.

"No Susan, you are." She said, placing one knee
on the bed.

I rolled onto my back and opened my arms to her. She came over
to me on her hands and knees straddling me. I liked the feeling
of her boots against my thighs, still clad in stockings.
She moved her hands over mine, pinning me down, and began
slowly rubbing her nipples over mine. Her breasts are bigger
than mine are, with smaller nipples that soon became hard
upon contact with mine. She swayed back and forth enjoying
the sensation before she leaned forward and kissed me.
She gave me a very deep kiss, silently feeling her tongue
on my teeth and tongue, even with her sliding her tongue
deep into my mouth. I started sucking on her tongue trying
to pull her deeper into my mouth. She enjoyed this, fucking
my mouth with her tongue, as her saliva freely flowed into
my mouth. I loved it.

Breathlessly, she broke her kiss and sat back on my hips.
She let her hands fall from my hands over my shoulders to
my breasts. She took each nipple between her thumb and forefinger
and began pinching my nipples. I reached up and gently felt
her breasts, first with my fingers and then feeling the
weight of her breasts with the palms of my hands. I loved
her soft skin, I loved how she felt, how she touched me, being
in her bed, everything. Her hands moved from my breasts
do down my tummy. When she reached the edge of my panties
she moved off, knelt by my side, and began pulling them over
my hips. I lifted my ass off the bed then lifted my legs up
to help her. The panties joined my bra and shoes in a pile
by her bed.

She ran one hand back up my leg, pulling one leg apart from
the other, exposing my cunt. Her hand cupped me, her fingers
parting my lips; I could feel her massage my lips open and
feel her coat her fingers with my moisture. I moved my hand
to her thigh, letting it rest there, responding to her touch.
She began rubbing my clit as she lowered her breasts to my
mouth. I used one hand to guide her right breast to my mouth,
and began licking and sucking her nipple, keeping time
with the rhythm she kept on my clit. I moved my other hand
under her body, over her tummy and between her legs. Mari,
sensing what I wanted, parted her legs while continuing
to rub my clit. I traced along the edge of her panties, feeling
again the softness of her skin, and feeling the heat emanating
from between her legs. I could hear her moan as my fingers
began massaging her pussy. Based on the heat and moisture
I felt through the silk fabric of her thong, our entire phone
sex escapade had caused her great excitement as well. I
moved my fingers to slip under the edge of her panties but
she though better of this and quickly rolled over to her

I moved to my knees, placing myself between her legs. She
playfully put the soles of her boots against my thighs,
placed her knees together, and placed her hands over her
breasts. I laughed at her suddenly demure exterior and
placed my hands on her knees, intent on spreading her legs.
She kept her legs together, rubbing the soles of her boots
against my stockings, probably snagging and ripping them
in the process. It was not the first time I had sacrificed
stockings or hose in the name of fun, and would probably
not be the last. With a stretch and an arch of her back, she
opened her legs for me, inviting my hands down her legs in
the process. My hands smoothed down the inside of her thighs
to the V of her panties. Mari's eyes kept watch on me
as I moved my hands under her ass, which she lifted her ass
off the bed as I had mine for her, grabbed the waist of her
panties and pulled them over her hips then off her legs.
She rested her spread legs back on either side of mine while
I took my first look at her ripe wet cunt.

"Aren't you going to take my boots off, too?"
She asked, causing me to move my eyes from her pussy, over
her flat tummy, between her very full breasts, to her eyes.

"I like them. They look good on you." I answered,
positioning myself lower on the bed, intent on lowering
my mouth to her cunt. Truthfully, I suspected she has a certain
kinky edge to her passions, which I liked. Holding her legs
apart, I began kissing each thigh in turn, taking my time
as I moved further up her body. Curiously, she kept still
as I moved my mouth up her legs. This changed as I began licking
the crease between her thigh and crotch as she placed one
hand on the back of my head and guided my mouth to her pussy.

She had a delicious scent. I pursed my lips over hers and
kissed the entire length of her cunt. Taking special attention,
I took one lip at a time, sucking it gently into my mouth,
and pulled them apart exposing more of her to me, and coating
more of my mouth with her taste. How wet she was did not surprise
me at all, as I had the same reaction to the buildup to this
very moment. I penetrated her with my tongue, pulled back,
and flat-tongue licked from the base of her cunt to over
her exposed and ever-growing clit. She still had her hand
in my hair, had propped her head on a pillow, and kept her
eyes on me the entire time. I locked eyes on hers as I pointed
my tongue and felt my way to her clit. Tickling her like that,
she became just a little flushed and I loved watching her
mouth part open and her breasts rise and fall as her breathing
quickened pace.

I caught myself smiling while I continued teasing her clit,
until with a pull of her hand against my head and a "Susan,
please..." she bade me to continue. Ever so gladly,
did I take her wish and turn it into my command.

I lowered my mouth back to her cunt; I just could not resist
teasing her a bit more. Down strokes on her lips soon brought
my nose to her clit letting me deeply inhale her scent as
my tongue went below the base of her cunt to her perineum.
Letting my saliva gather on my tongue and pressing harder
signaled my desire to move my tongue lower, to see if her
desired matched hers. They did. She lifted her legs up just
enough to let my tongue slip between the cheeks of her lovely
ass. Gently I let my tongue slide down to caress her ass,
just enough to coat her with my saliva. A further treat would
have to wait.

Licking back up elicited a moan from her, then and a sharp
hiss as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Curling my tongue
around her clit produced the most delirious reaction from
her yet; her hands went to her breasts and she began pinching
and pulling her own nipples. I placed my right-hand middle
finger just at the base of her cunt, sliding deeper in her
as she rocked her hips back and forth. Soon enough I managed
my ring finger as well, then turning my hand over searching
to massage that sweet little bundle of nerves which I knew
would send her to the moon. Wanting to give her a completely
filling experience, I quickly licked my left hand's
middle finger, slowly traced down from her very wet cunt,
and gently pressed it against her ass. Gently, slowly,
smoothly, I let the lubrication from her cunt and my mouth
work its magic as my finger eased surprisingly deep into
her ass. With both her hands on my head, with her fingers
in my hair, she pulled all of me deeper between her legs.

Focusing all my energies on her, my world reduced to nothing
more than synchronizing the rhythm of my fingers and tongue.
Her ass began gripping my finger, which did not deter my
motion at all. Finding, and massaging, her wonderful spot
deep in her pussy made her clench even tighter, for all the
good it did considering how she coated my hand. I kept my
finger in her ass as deep as possible, content to grab the
outside of her ass with the rest of my hand. With her clit
pulsing and twitching, never once loosing contact between
it and my tongue, I sucked her even deeper into my mouth.
She moved as well, matching her rocking with my motions.
Sensing rather than feeling her buildup to a very deep orgasm
made my fingers act on their own, massaging and pulling
along her spot, wiling her to explode in my mouth. With a
deep inhale and a flush her cunt gave my fingers one final
inward clench, then distended and opened and flowed into
my waiting hand and mouth. Mari, repeatedly moaning my
name intertwined with the phrase "Oh, FUCK!"
soon calmed enough to lower her legs and catch her breath.

I eased my fingers, first from her ass and then her pussy,
and then used my tongue to part and clean her cunt. Pulling
up and climbing over her body, taking a quick look at her
body covered in a thin sheen of her own perspiration, I fell
into her outstretched arms and kissed her. Her energy returned,
her tongue moved deeper into my mouth, and her hands went
to my ass. While resting all my weight on her body, I cradled
her head in my hands, and resolved I had never kissed a more
passionate woman in my entire existence.

We both needed a little breather after that shared moment,
and we rolled to our sides facing each other. Licking my
lips and smiling, I stifled a laugh thinking how I managed
to turn the globetrotting sophisticate into the greedy
slut. The sophisticated one emerged from her fog, noticed
my thoughts at her expense, and playfully tweaked my nipple.
Her tweak turned to a caress and then a push placing me onto
my back. The way she moved over me, the look on her face, how
she propped herself up on her left arm, the comfort she had
in pressing me to my back: Her bed remained her domain.

She lifted up long enough to pin my right arm under her body,
and continued her exploration of my body. Words formed
in my mind, then caught in my throat as her exploration turned
into a form of inspection. Focusing on each breast in turn,
her fingers circling round each one before pulling up and
rolling my nipple between thumb and forefinger. I opened
my legs as she moved from one breast to the other and sought,
with my left hand, to touch myself. She stopped her touching
long enough to move my hand to the side, admonishing me with
a look to keep it there. Her nails drew circled ever lower
on my tummy. She went over my hips; back up along the side
of my body, never once touching my pussy. Finally, she smoothed
her over my tummy and pushed her hand until her palm covered
my pussy.

"Why do you shave your pussy?" she asked, seeming
to notice for the first time my bare cunt. Mine stood in contrast
to hers; while we both kept our lips bare, she kept her pussy
trimmed to a very sexy triangle.

"It's the summer, " I said, "it feels
better in all this humidity."

"Why else?" She asked, now grinding her palm
a bit harder against me.

"It feels better, " I confessed, "when
I am having sex."

"Yes." She agreed, sliding a finger between
my lips. "And...?"

"I like how it looks, I like how exposed I feel, "
I continued, almost blushing as I did so.

She pulled her finger up my cunt then, resting her fingertip
against my clit. She managed somehow during all of this
to slide her left arm under me, cradling me in her embrace.
She kept on rubbing my clit with her finger, easing her body
up against mine. I closed my eyes, letting the music and
the heat emanating from my clit wash over me. That familiar
sensation began, that welling deep within me, that reservoir
filling as my breath became shallow and my left hand gripped
the sheets under me. She leaned over to kiss and nibble my
neck, always a very sensitive spot, she whispered over
and over how hot I looked, how wet I was; how much she wanted
me to cum for her. Throwing my head back, exposing even more
of my neck, I held her and the bed tightly as I did just that.
I took in a deep breath, ached my back, and felt the heat and
tension from the entire evening find release.

Her hand moved back to cupping my pussy, her fingers gently
massaging my cunt, her arms holding me tight, easing me
back down to earth. I unclasped the sheets under me and took
my left hand to caress the side of her face. Bringing her
mouth to mine, we kissed yet again, reconfirming my thoughts
about the levels of her passion. She broke our kiss, pulled
back a bit, and pulled her hand from between my legs to her
mouth. I watched this lewd display, watched her first inhale
my scent and then lick the palm of her hand to her fingers.
She placed her fingers against my mouth, slid two between
my lips, then let me suck and lick the taste of my own arousal
and orgasm from her fingers. She trained her hand down to
my right breast, cupped it lightly, and gave me a very light

She rolled away from me, pulled herself to her feet, walked
around her bed to her bathroom. Left alone for the moment,
I sat up and swung my feet to the floor. Yes, the soles of her
boots had indeed put runs in my stocking, but I was beyond
caring. Besides, I was enjoying the trashy look of wearing
torn stockings. She emerged from her bathroom, still wearing
her boots, looking glorious. She extended her hand, pulled
me to my feet, and told me to take my time as I trod off to her

The glare of the lights disoriented me for a moment, before
I went to the sink and used the glass to gulp down some water.
Examining myself in the mirror, I looked none the worse
for the wear, and edged over to relieve the pressure from
the many drinks and the wine. Freshening up with some mouthwash
by her sink, I turned, opened the door and turned off the
lights, and re-emerged into her bedroom area.

She stood with her back to me. An initial glance seemed to
reveal she had used our intermission to slip back into her
thong, as there were black stripes along her hips and down
between the cheeks of her ass, joining into a "Y"
at the base of her spine. What belied this first impression
was noticing her hands were at her right side, cinching
the strap of her dildo harness. I suppose I should have been
surprised, yet I think I would have been even more surprised
to find out she did not have such things in her closet. Either
way, my cunt answered the trepidation in my step by giving
off an excited and involuntary twitch.

"You're back, " she said as she turned
in profile to me. I recognized the black and white marbled
tone of her Nexus dildo, meaning the harness holding this
uniquely curved double-ended dildo also kept one end firmly
nestled deep within her cunt. She reached over and emptied
the last of the wine her glass, and motioned me to do the same.
I gladly complied.

I told her she needed to go slow, to go easy; that after I orgasm
from clitoral stimulation alone, without anything in
my pussy, oftentimes my cunt tightens up. I felt just such
tightness now, though for some reason I did not tell her
that, nor did I tell her I was not interested.

"Do you also dry up?" she asked, opening the
nightstand drawer and pulling out a tube of lubrication.

"No" I said, and even as I answered her question,
I clenched yet again, and I felt my cunt produce even more
of its own lubrication. She checked her appearance in the
cheval mirror between the nightstand and her closet, and
then turned around to walk to the end of the bed, her femme-cock
bobbing up and down as she moved. I could tell from how she
walked she enjoyed feeling her end move in her, and I noticed
she kept her boots on, probably because they matched her
leather harness.

"I'll still use lubrication, " she said
and motioning to the bed continued: "Now be a good
girl and get on your hands and knees."

I did as she asked, climbing on the bed facing the wall and
presenting my cunt to her. She knelt behind me; using her
swinging dildo, she delivered a few playful spanks to my
ass. It felt good; I moaned a bit and hollowed my back, exposing
even more of my cunt and ass to her. Of course, she took notice;
of course, I wanted her too; of course, she delivered to
my ass a few well-placed spanks with her right hand.

"You like spankings." She said as a declaration,
and not a question, making a mental note of this.

I do like spankings. I like showing my ass to my lover, asking
them with my body language and position to spank me, feeling
their hand smack my ass, feeling my ass turn red with the
heat and sting from their hand. I had thoughts of how natural
this all felt: To meet a woman in a bar, to let her pick me up,
to end up nude and on my hands and knees while she spanked
me, while she prepared to fuck me with her strapped on femme-cock.
I turned to the side, noticed how perfectly the cheval mirror
framed her in my vision. I watched while she unsnapped the
cap on the tube of lubrication, squeezed out a liberal amount
on her femme-cock, and began stroking up and down; doing
all this with her left hand while her right hand delivered
stinging slaps to the left and right sides of my ass. She
continued with her gender-fuck, almost absentmindedly
stroking her femme-cock while spanking my ass with increased
intensity. Mari took notice of my gaze, hesitated for nary
a moment, then used her left hand to apply lubrication to
my cunt. With a narrowing of her eyes, she began again stinging
my upturned ass with what were quickly becoming vicious
spanks. Her fingers penetrated my cunt as she continued
the spanking, noticing I am sure my clenching each time
just before her hand landed on my ass.

"You do get tight, " Mari noticed, "but
your cunt will be fine, won't it?"

My senses noticed everything: My ears hearing her purring
voice, the sounds of the music, the wet slurping of her fingers
in my cunt, the slap of her hand on my ass. My nose inhaling
her arousal and mine, mixed with the pungent aroma of her
leather harness and the sickly sweet of the lubrication.
My body feeling three of her fingers opening me, the rosy
red glow of my well-spanked ass, and the scratchy feeling
as my nipples dragged against her sheets. My eyes took all
this in, from her eyes to her body to my body and back. My mouth
tasted the mint from the mouthwash, the sweet from the wine,
the tang of her cunt, and was still thirsty for more. Yes,
I thought, I will be fine. I answered her question by laying
my head on the bed, my eyes on the mirror reflecting this
scene to me, spreading my legs a bit more, and waited for
her to fuck me.

Her legs slid between mine, forcing them wider apart. Her
left hand pointed her femme-cock straight at my cunt. Mari
placed her right hand on my ass and placed the tip just inside
my cunt. Both hands on my hips now, she pulled me back in one
long slow motion until my cunt spread wide around the flared
base of her femme-cock. A low deep moan escaped me. She remained
motionless, letting me adjust to her size. All at once,
she began her fucking motion slowly letting me feel her
length and steadily increasing her tempo. Every so often
Mari stopped to grind her hips against my ass; else, she
established her rhythm and continued ramming her femme-cock
deep into my cunt. The pressure increased, my knees felt
weak, and her hands gripped my ass pulling her again and
again deep into my cunt. My hands grabbed the sheets around
my head as the pressure increased and my long low moan became
a series of ululations in time with her increasingly vigorous
thrusts. Mari long-stroked me with her femme-cock like
a woman possessed, stopping only once long enough to have
me grab a pillow that she then placed under my tummy.

It started again: that reservoir deep within me, filling
with the heat of my cunt and the ever-increasing pressure
of her thick femme-cock stretching me. I fought this feeling,
squeezing my legs in a futile attempt to close them, trying
to slow and soften her thrusts. A quick sharp slap of her
hand across my ass brought me back to reality, as did her
grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, and pulling my
mind back to my active participation in this scene as her
quite willing fuck-toy. Propping myself up on my elbows,
I managed a quick look in the mirror at our bodies in motion:
Her grabbing my hair and pulling my head back with one hand,
the other propped on her hip providing added leverage,
and my body moving on its own volition, my lifting my ass
to meet her every thrust. The steady flow became a torrent
as my reservoir broke and my orgasm flooded over me. I shook
uncontrollably as I came and came, the quickness of these
multiple explosions surprising me. It felt like I would
never catch my breath, as if the stinging obscene pleasure
of this rapturous moment would engulf me, consume me, leave
me a physical wreck.

Finally, my knees did give out. I fell to the bed in a heap,
my arms folded under my head. Mari merely adjusted her position,
pressing her weight against my back, her hands moving up
from my ass to my shoulders, pulling me back to her, and furiously
continuing fucking me. She took her hands from my shoulders,
grabbed at the sides of my breasts until my nipples were
in her hands, keeping a steadily increasing pinching pressure
on my nipples. She buried her face into my back, first kissing
then sucking and biting along my spine, leaving marks as
she went. All the while, she kept her passion, her tempo,
and her rhythm fucking me, her thrusts turning from vigorous
to vicious. Squirming helplessly under her, realizing
my convulsing cunt continued betraying me, continued
to orgasm in spite of the increasing soreness; I grit my
teeth and spread my legs as wide as possible. I resolved
I would not let Mari fuck me into submission, that I would
not let her outlast me, that she would emerge from this as
spent as I was.

Try though she might, she could not resist the ever-increasing
pressure deep within her pussy. As she gave indications
of slowing, of holding back, I lifted myself from the bed
and fucked her back. Soon her bites became short ragged
breaths against my back. Her sweaty body kept firm against
mine, her breasts solid against my back, her hips pressed
against my ass. She grinded against me, rotating her hips
against mine, and then finally she gave into the moment
and came while bucking wildly against me.

Gingerly, Mari eased her femme-cock from my sore, swollen
cunt. She rolled over to her back, stroking my ass with one
hand, trying to catch her breath. Somehow, I found the energy
to rise up on my knees and looked at her. The look that passed
between us spoke volumes: While she remained the dominant
one, she had not "made" me beg for any sign of
mercy that I knew would never come. Her Nexus stood up straight;
one benefit femme-cock definitely has over male cock I
thought, still shiny with my passion and fulfillment.
I moved to touch it, to lick it, to taste myself on her. I thought
better of that, and moved to unbuckle the harness from her
body. Keeping the Nexus firmly nestled in her cunt, I pulled
the harness from under her then slid the O-ring over the
length of her shaft. I grabbed her femme-cock by the base
and eased it from her cunt. Her thighs were shiny, and her
closely cropped triangle of pubic hair thickly matted,
from both her passion and mine. Her cunt, having had almost
an energetic a session as had mine, remained slightly gaped.
As softly as possible I lowered my mouth to her, nestled
between her legs, and tasted her tart pungent pussy. I gently
licked and sucked her red swollen cunt, cleaning each lip
before I kissed her triangle and pulled back up.

She motioned me to her, first to kiss her, then to lift my
body over hers. I sensed her desire, her need to taste me
too. Grabbing her headboard for support, I threw one leg
over her and straddled her face. I lowered myself to her,
soon feeling her kiss my lips then nestle her tongue deep
in my cunt. Oh, how I would have enjoyed riding her face,
how I would enjoy her licking and sucking me to orgasm, but
my body protested the second the pursed her lips and gently
sucked on my clit. I rolled off with a little yelp, which
brought a smile to her face. She told me she knew exactly
how I felt, and I am sure she did.

I finally removed her boots and she pulled the pieces of
my stockings off my legs. We soon settled into her bed, with
the covers over us, and her spooned against me. Tired as
I was, the insomnia caused by strange surroundings and
a new lover soon abated, and I fell asleep in her arms.

I woke up with a start. It took me a moment or two to re-orient
myself to these strange surroundings, and with my first
movement, my body reminded me why I had slept so soundly.
I also noticed I was alone. On the nightstand was a tepid
cup of coffee and a note from Mari explaining her absence:
her boyfriend had called and she was off to have a run then
brunch at his place. On the note also were her numbers and
email, finishing with her desire for me to call her later
that day. She ended the note with a cryptic reference that
I may need to call her anyway, in case I forgot anything in
her loft. I shrugged it off, availed myself of her bathroom
and shower, and re-emerged to dress and leave. I soon decoded
the cryptic reference when, as I gathered my things to dress,
I noticed only my shoes remained in the pile by the bed, with
my dress hung over the screens separating her bedroom area
from the rest of the loft. Sneaky bitch... I laughed it off,
slipped my dress and shoes back on, grabbed my purse from
the kitchen bar, and let myself out. I joined Carrie, Samantha,
Charlotte, and Miranda in our search for a cab to take us
home after a "Sex and the City" kind of night.

My meetings with Amy and Michelle were subdued, but fine.
I suspected something interesting had happened between
those two and the bridge and tunnel boys on Saturday evening,
but I knew better than to ask. They solicitously asked about
my Saturday evening: I flashed them a purposefully enigmatic
smile and told them I slept like a babe in her mother's

And yes, I got my things back from Mari, and found out the
name of her boyfriend, the night after Amy and Michelle
flew back home.

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