by A. L Long
Her hands moved to my head where she began forking her fingers through my hair. With a hard pull, she tilted my head upward and looked at me with penetrating eyes and said, “Then fuck me already.”
In one swift move, I had her off of the floor giving her exactly what she asked for. My cock glided between her wet folds and found its place encapsulated deep inside her. Moving against her, I could feel the strength of her silky walls pull me deeper and deeper. Her hands gripped my shoulders and I could feel her body thrust against mine. It took everything I had not to come, but her hold on me was too much. With one last thrust my body gave way and filled her tight channel. Slowing my movements, I circled my hips as I held her tight to the door. Knowing that she was close to her own release, I lowered my hand between our bodies and found her swollen nub. When I pinched it between my fingers, she could no longer hold on and her screams of pleasure sounded.
It didn’t matter than everyone in the bar would be able to hear her. For now, all I wanted was to feel every drop of her essence coat me with its warmth.
Holding her tightly to the door, I waited for any sound from the other side before setting her on the floor. For one moment, I could have sworn she was looking at me with a tenderness I had never seen from her. But as quickly as it came it was gone when she said, “One hell of a fuck, Chavez.”
I don’t know what happened in that single moment, but the minute she picked up her clothes and quickly got dressed, I knew I had to somehow get it back. There was something between us, and no matter how much or how long she was going to deny it, I knew I had to show her that we were meant to be together.
CHAPTER TEN
Gabrielle
Leaving the bar the way I did was something I knew I had to do. I didn’t know why I was beating myself up for treating Chavez the way I did. “One hell of a fuck, Chavez,” what kind of a response was that? If I could take it back, I would have. What happened in the ladies’ room was much more than that, but I could never let him know that it had affected me the way it did.
I had to keep reminding myself that Chavez was a player and I had firsthand knowledge of that the other day. He could lie about it all he wanted. Maybe he and Kataryna weren’t an item and all he wanted from her was a good screw. Whatever his reasons, I had to remember he would never commit himself to one woman. Just like I couldn’t commit myself to one man.
Thankfully, today was Saturday, and I wasn’t about to waste it on thoughts of Chavez. I was going to fill my head with fresh air and lots of coffee. Slowly getting out of bed, I gathered my clothes from yesterday that I had neglected to hang up before going to bed. It was amazing how the scent of Chavez was still lingering on my clothes from our little encounter last night in the bathroom. Bringing my blouse up to my nose, I sucked in the spicy smell and wished that there was a way I could capture this fragrance in a bottle. Maybe I could find out the name of the cologne and just spray it on my pillow whenever I wanted to have dreams about the man who wore it.
Laughing to myself over my infatuation with him, I hung up my clothes, reminding myself that they would need to be taken to the dry cleaners. There would be no way that I could wear them until then. Plus, the fact that having the scent of a man on me wasn’t something I was willing to advertise.
Waiting for the water to warm in the shower, I went back to my bedroom and selected the sexiest bra and panties set that I owned. Fumbling through my unmentionables, it occurred to me that I didn’t have anything sexy, bras or panties. I decided the first thing I was going to do was buy the sexiest lingerie I could find. Grabbing a pair of panties that were somewhat lacy and a bra that kind of matched, I headed back to the bathroom to find the mirror was beginning to steam from the shower water.
As soon as I stepped inside the shower, the spray of the water felt so good against my body. One of my most favorite things to do in the morning was taking a long hot shower and since it was my day off, that was exactly what I was going to do. I could always count on the heat of the water to take away all of the tension from the previous day. I felt different today, there was no tension. My body felt wonderful, almost like it had been regenerated. Maybe this occasional sex thing with Chavez wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
~****~
After researching the best store to find sexy lingerie, I finally came across one that was within walking distance from the Excelsior. The reviews on this place were through the roof. I didn’t realize how many horny women there actually were in Manhattan. I never thought that a skimpy piece of silk and lace could change the way a woman felt about having sex.
Opening the door to the boutique, I was met with the scent of something soft and very feminine. It was a mix of lavender and vanilla, if I had to guess. As I looked around the tiny shop, I could see that the owner took pride in the merchandise by the way it was displayed. Everything was hung on silk hangers with a light pink bow tied at the base of each hook. I really didn’t understand what the big deal was. Once a woman made her purchase, the items would be tucked in her drawer and not hung in her closet. The store was also very organized, making the purchases easy. I never knew there were so many shades of red in bras or panties. Every piece of lingerie on the racks was separated by color. Reds were on one rack, while blacks were on another, and every color in between were showcased on their own stand.
As I was looking through the black bra and panties sets, I found out where the scent that filled the little boutique came from. The silk on the hangers must have been coated with the lavender and vanilla fragrance. Moving each piece aside as I scanned the dainty lingerie, I couldn’t believe that there were so many different styles of bras and panties. The only panties I ever wore was something they called boyshorts. As far as my bra, it was pretty basic. The little tags hanging on each item let me know what the style was. There were demi, push-up, balconette, and bralette bras. Who would have known? If that wasn’t confusing, the panties were the same way. A woman had her choice of bikini, string, hipsters, and what the hell were tangas?
Glancing up to make sure there wasn’t anyone around, I took one of the panties off the rack and held it to my waist. The panties I had in my hand were called Brazilian. They were the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My assessment of the sexy panties was broken when I heard a soft voice behind me. “Those are our most popular collection. You will be very happy with them,” she paused with a smile. “Would you like me to get you a changing room?”
“Yeah, that would be great,” I replied.
“Super. What is your name?” she asked as she took the items from my hand.
“Gabby.”
“Keep looking and I’ll get your room ready.”
I wasn’t sure what the big deal was. It wasn’t like I was renting a room at a hotel or something. Watching her leave, she walked over to a set of doors with small white boards in the shape of hearts hanging from a hook. Taking a pen from her pocket, I watched her write down my name before opening the door. This place was a lot classier than I thought. Never had I been assigned my own dressing room.
I gathered a few more items before heading inside the plush dressing room. Closing the door, I could only imagine how much time and effort went into designing this room. Every wall had a mirror on it that expanded from the floor to the ceiling. Even the door had a full-length mirror attached to it. In the back of the room was a small bench with a velvety pink cushion on it. Hanging my items on the hook that was also shaped like a heart, I began undressing so that I could try on the items I had chosen. With the mirrors placed the way they were, I was able to see every angle of my body and the full picture of how the lingerie fit.
After trying on what seemed to be a dozen bras and matching panties, I ended up purchasing only half of them. Spending nearly three hundred dollars on lingerie, I must have been super desperate. No one in their right minds would spend that much money on just a scrap of material that barely covered anything. One thing I did have to admit, they all looked perfect on me. If I had the budget, I would
have bought all of them.
~****~
It was amazing how hungry I got just from the short shopping experience I had. Looking down the street from the tiny boutique, I saw a small café with an outside patio. The weather was perfect for having a bite to eat outside, and with the umbrellas at the tables the sun would be blocked from beating on me while I ate.
When I approached the hostess that was standing just outside the door, she looked up to me with a smile and asked, “Would you like a seat inside or out?”
“Most definitely out,” I replied.
“Right this way, then,” she responded, grabbing a menu from the podium she was standing behind.
As we walked past the patrons, there was one person that I didn’t expect to run into. Kataryna was sitting with a gentleman that I didn’t recognize. I would have totally ignored her, but when she looked up and saw me, I knew there was no way of getting past her without saying a word. Stopping in front of her table, I looked at her and then to her date and said, “Good afternoon, Kataryna. It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”
Giving me a smile just as fake as she was, she responded, “That it is,” before looking to her friend. “Max, I would like you to meet Gabrielle Jackson.”
Holding out my free hand, I nodded and said, “Nice to meet you, Mr. …”
“Reynolds, but all my friends call me Max,” he confessed, taking my hand in his and placing a light kiss on it.
About ready to gag with the phony pleasantries, I continued to follow the hostess to the outside patio. When she showed me my table, I was very pleased. Not only was it a perfect spot away from the pedestrians, but it also provided enough shade so that I wouldn’t get overcooked.
No sooner than I sat down, a waiter came by to fill my water glass and also to take my order. As I waited for my order to arrive, I looked out onto the street, amazed at all the traffic in the city. I guess I never really took into consideration how many people there were in Manhattan. It seems everyone always had a place they needed to be. This had to have been the greatest day off that I ever had. Nice and relaxing, without a care in the world. All of that changed the minute the traffic cleared and I spotted Chavez across the street heading my way. With millions of people in Manhattan, what were the chances that I would see two people that I really had no desire to see today?
I tried hiding behind the menu, but it was too late, his eyes were on me before I covered my face. Slinging his body over the iron three-foot fence, he was sitting beside me in an instant. I tried my best to ignore him, but his hand took hold of my menu, revealing a very pissed off woman.
“Why is it that we are constantly running into each other?” I asked, curious to see what he had to say.
“I don’t know. Maybe because great minds think alike.” His explanation was a crock of shit. “So, what’s good to eat here, anyway?” he continued, scanning the menu to see what he could order.
“You aren’t planning on eating here, now?” I questioned, feeling my blood begin to boil. This was my day off, and the last thing I needed was to spend it with Chavez. His sexy self had an effect on me that took everything I had to control. While I was taking a sip of water to cool down my hot body, the waiter returned with another glass and placed it on the table, filling it with water.
Chavez looked at the waiter and asked, “Can you bring me a Bud?”
“Certainly. Will you be ordering?” the waiter asked as he pulled out his small tablet to write down his order.
“Absolutely. Bring me the steak sandwich and an order of fries,” he replied.
When the waiter was out of earshot, I looked at Chavez and asked. “Do you know how bad that is for you?”
“There are a lot of things that are bad for me, babe. Including you. If we weren’t at this damn restaurant, I would have you bent over with that nice little ass of yours on display for the taking.”
My face must have turned fifty shades of red. I couldn’t believe that he was so bold as to speak his mind. And as loud as he said it, the older couple sitting at the table a few feet away heard every word. It didn’t seem to bother them, considering the man had a smile on his face that could have lit Central Park. He must have been thinking the same thing since he reached across the table to take his wife’s hand. The only thing that I could do as they looked over at us was to return a friendly, but embarrassed smile their way.
I couldn’t be happier when the waiter returned with our orders; for me an Asian salad with grilled chicken, and for Chavez a beef sandwich, which was piled four inches high with shaved steak overflowing the sides along with a mound of seasoned steak fries. Although it looked very tasty compared to my rabbit food, I knew he was going to regret it when he got older and began having health issues. It made me wonder if he always ate like that. Taking a bite of my salad, I moaned with delight as the tasty dressing hit my taste buds.
Before I could take another bite, Chavez took hold of my hand and dragged me out of my chair. “What the fuck, Chavez?” I hissed, trying to pull away from his grasp.
“You can’t moan like that and expect nothing to happen,” he commented with a grin.
Walking to the back of the small café, we couldn’t help but pass Kataryna and her friend. The minute she saw us and the grip Chavez had on me, her mouth fell open. It was rather hilarious the way she looked. Smiling at her, I shrugged my shoulders, no longer pulling against Chavez. I wasn’t sure what possessed me to do that, but it felt good that it was her sitting on the other end, instead of me.
Heading past the bar and into the kitchen, I knew we were not supposed to be in here. The cooks and kitchen employees were all staring at us as we hurried to get to the other side where another door was. It turned out that the door led to the alley where there was no one around. Before I had a chance to protest, Chavez had me against the brick wall. It only took one look into his gorgeous eyes and my lips were on his. Slipping my tongue between his parted lips, the taste of his brew had me reeling with desire. He was the perfect remedy for the ache that I had between my legs. Gliding his hand down my bare leg, he lifted the hem of my sundress and took hold of my lacy panties. Twisting the material between his fingers, in one snap, they were off and resting on the ground between our bodies. It was a good thing that I had bought new ones. There was no way I would be putting those back on.
Adjusting his hold on me, he pulled his zipper down on his jeans, positioning his impressive cock at my entrance. The minute he dipped inside my wet pussy, I was his. The way he moved inside me, I knew it wouldn’t be long until my essence would be coating him. Just when I was on the edge, he quickly pulled out and spun my body around so that I was now facing the warmth of the brick wall. Using my hands to balance myself, I pressed them against the hard surface, feeling his rigid cock penetrate me. Then it came, his hand landed on my bare ass with a quick slap, sending me even closer to the edge. Moving my dress higher up my back, he leaned over me and said with authority, “Relax, baby, this may hurt a bit.”
I wasn’t sure what he was planning, but nothing about what he was doing hurt. Matter of fact, I would soon be spilling my womanhood all over him. Not expecting what he did next, he lapped up my juices with his finger and trailed it up my backside, stopping at my pucker and making circular movements until he slowly began pushing it inside. I had never had anal sex, but with his slow, careful movements, the only discomfort I felt was the pressure he was making as he worked his finger inside. His tone was that of desperation as he breathed, “Almost there, babe.”
Having this sensation from both ends was not only very erotic, but was the most arousing feeling I had ever experienced. As he pushed his cock deeper and deeper, his finger was doing its magic in my ass. I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer. When my body exploded with a slam, it was all she wrote. Thinking that I was going to collapse to the ground, Chavez had me turned and in his arms. His mouth was on mine; slowly caressing my tongue with his, he brought me back to the here and now. Never had a man done to me what he just di
d. This was something that I was going to need more of.
As he placed me gently on the ground, I looked at him and said with hooded eyes, “That was amazing.”
Brushing my hair from my face, he confessed, “There is so much more that I can show you.”
I had no doubt that he would. I wanted him to show me everything if it continued to feel like this. Giving me one last kiss, he looked to the ground and picked up my torn panties. “I guess you won’t be needing these,” he teased as he held them to his nose and then stuffed them into his pocket.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Chavez
I tried to play it cool when I came up to Gabrielle sitting at the small table for two. If she found out that I had been following her, our relationship, as little as there was, would have been gone. One thing I did regret about my quest was not being able to go inside the little lingerie boutique. I would have loved to see her in the items that she had tucked away in the small bag she was carrying that displayed the image of a woman’s silhouette.