Brian pulled back the heavy curtains and sat in a gaudy upholstered chair he'd turned so he could look out the large windows. He'd shut off the lights to wait, and though his two-bedroom suite was located on the top floor, New York City gave the room a soft glow. He gazed eastward, across Central Park. His eyes traced over the buildings outlined against the black horizon.
It may be the city that never sleeps, he thought, but right now may be the closest it comes.
He'd met Linda - a woman more than 15 years his junior - at a nightclub where she'd helped arrange a book signing for a collection of his erotic short stories. She'd confessed to being a fan of his work, and that she wished she could be more like the female lead in his stories. He pressed her, asking for her panties in return for an autograph on her copy of his book. Wanting to see how far she would go, he pushed her...and she had submitted herself to him completely. When they finished, he gave her the number of his hotel room, knowing she would come.
After leaving the club he made two stops. First, at an adult bookstore - possibly the last one in Manhattan - where he purchased several items. Next, he found a drug store and spent several minutes in the bath and beauty aisle staring at a hundred brands of shampoo. Finally, he decided on one which, he remembered from its TV commercial, seemed to make women orgasm as they washed their hair. The memory made him smile as he walked toward the cashier.
Arriving in his room, he set about cleaning the toys, before arranging them on the nightstand in the bedroom. He'd taken a few minutes to brush his teeth and use mouthwash. Inspecting his face in the mirror, he was disappointed in the age he saw there. He quickly - and with a few choice words - resigned himself to the fate time had thrust upon him.
The phone on the end table interrupted his contemplation. Trying to remain patient, he let it ring four times before he answered it. The young night clerk announced he had a visitor.
"Please send her up," he said, simply.
Brian glanced at the clock next to the phone - 3:51am. He walked to the door, opened it slightly, then returned to his chair by the window. She arrived several minutes later. He heard a few soft knocks on the door before she pushed it open. Light from the hallway spilled through the entranceway and into the sitting room, illuminating the space between them.
"Hello?" she said, unsure.
"Come in," he answered, without turning his head.
She closed the door, and he heard the metallic click of the lock as it snapped into place. Linda turned and walked toward the figure silhouetted against the window.
"I'm glad you came," he said.
"Several times," she said, referring to their activities at the club.
He smiled, though she couldn't see it.
"Did you go home before you came here?" he asked.
"No, I came straight from the club," she answered, standing next to his chair.
"Good girl," he said, rising.
Brian slipped behind her as she looked out the window, but remained silent for several moments.
"It's a beautiful view," she said, finally. "Even in the dark."
"It certainly is," he agreed.
He offered her a seat. She declined, but placed her bag on the chair.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked.
"I think I've had enough tonight," she laughed.
"I have water, juice, and soda," he said.
She politely refused. He nodded as he placed his hands on her hips.
"Have you ever used a safe word, Linda?" he asked.
"No," she whispered, slowly shaking her head side to side.
"Do you know what it is?" he continued.
"Yes," she said.
"If I do something you don't like, or if I'm hurting you, just say apple, and I'll stop," he assured her.
"You can do anything you want," she said.
"You don't even know what I might do," he said.
"I trust you," she said.
"Linda, this is about your pleasure as much as mine," Brian said. "If there's something you want me to do, or if something feels good, I want to know."
She looked at the floor. He rotated her body and his right hand moved upward. Placing two fingers under her chin, he lifted, bringing her eyes up to meet his.
"I'm serious," he said.
His fingers slipped from her chin as she nodded her understanding.
"Please come with me," he said, holding out his hand.
Linda picked up her bag, intertwined her fingers with his, and he led her to the bedroom. As in the sitting room, the lights were out and the curtains open. She put her bag on a chair near the foot of the king-sized bed and turned to face him. Moving closer, he took a few moments to gaze at her beautiful face in the dim light.
"Get undressed and join me," he said, finally.
Leaving her, he walked into the bathroom. He flipped on the light, but did not close the door. While he waited, he reached in the spacious shower stall and turned on the water. As it warmed, he stripped off his clothing. Linda walked in a minute later, nude, holding her panties in her right hand.
"May I rinse out my underwear?" she asked.
"Of course," he said, remembering that earlier in the night he'd used them to wipe his cum off her face and chest.
He admired her body as she stood at the sink. Starting at her feet, his gaze traveled up her bronze skin, over her ass and back, to her chestnut brown hair. The mirror allowed him to see her face and her perfect A-cup breasts. She looked up and saw him watching her. Her green eyes sparkled, and she smiled. Brian stepped into the shower as she hung the flesh-colored lace boyshorts on a towel rack.
Linda pulled the scrunchy from her ponytail, and tossed it on the counter as he reached out to her through the open door. Linda removed her glasses and placed them next to the sink before taking his hand. She stepped in and moved close to him - his large, 6'3" frame dwarfed her 5'5". Capturing her shoulders, he gently turned her body.
Easing her under the spray of hot water, he watched the streams hit her skin and disintegrate into droplets which splattered against the dark sand colored marble tiles and glass of the stall. She spun gradually. Again facing away from him, she tilted her head and for nearly a minute doused her hair.
"It feels so good," she said as the water ran over her. "It'll help sweat out the vodka."
Brian reached for the shampoo as she straightened, and then pushed her hair back, letting it fall straight down her spine. He poured a generous amount of the fragrant goo directly on the top of her head.
"Smells good," she said, as he returned the bottle to the shower caddy. "What kind is it?"
He told her, then related why he'd chosen it, and she laughed as his hands weaved into her mane. He massaged her scalp, gently washing her hair - taking his time, almost teasing her - letting the long strands slip between his fingers. As her breathing deepened, she reached out and placed one hand on the glass, the other on the tiles opposite. Finished, he held her head firmly, guiding her back to the drizzle emanating from the showerhead. For a few moments, her body relaxed, then her hands came to her hair and his retreated as she rinsed. Twisting, he picked up the bodywash.
Squeezing the bottle, he filled his right palm with emerald green gel. He rubbed his hands together, then reached out and placed them on her shoulder blades. Sliding them downward, he gently lathered her body, cleaning her with care. As his fingers slid around her waist, a small moan escaped her lips, and she leaned back against him. She felt his hardness press against her slippery ass, the shaft slithering up between her cheeks.
Deliberately, he moved upward, teasing her nipples as he cupped her breasts. Her hips swayed as she grabbed his hands, trying to direct him, but he resisted.
"Please," she said, looking back at him.
"Patience," he whispered, then kissed her mouth.
She tried to reach back and touch him, dragging her nails over the skin of his thighs.
"I know you want me," she said, twisting her right arm in an attempt to grab his cock.
Taking half a step backward, he captured her wrists.
"You know what happens to greedy girls," he growled.
He forced her hands out in front of her.
"Put your hands on the wall," he ordered.
She complied, bending slightly at the waist, her fingers splayed wide on the wet tile at the front of the shower - the streams hitting her lower back. He shifted close to her.
"Keep them there," he said.
Linda began to turn her head when he delivered a hard slap to her right butt cheek. She yelped in pain, and her hands almost left the wall.
"Motherfucker," she hissed.
"Did you say something?" he asked, quietly.
Before she could answer, he struck her again. She fought to stifle a moan as she clawed at the tiles. Her feet parted and he took a small step to his right as his left hand drifted along the crack of her ass. She gasped as his fingers slipped between her legs and caressed both holes simultaneously.
"Oh, God," she sighed.
"Do you want to cum, again?" he asked.
"Pleeeease," she responded. "I want you to fuck me."
In truth, he wanted nothing more - he ached to thrust himself inside her, pressing her against the wall as he rammed himself into her - but he restrained his desire. He rubbed her clit lightly as he nudged a fingertip against her asshole. Her body stiffened under his touch, and Brian stared at her face.
"Not yet, my dear," he said, shaking his head slowly.
A groan escaped her throat as she closed her eyes tightly and let her head hang down toward the floor of the stall. He continued, and her breathing quickened. His right hand drifted to her right shoulder. Holding her firmly, he turned his left hand and cautiously inserted the tips of the first two fingers. She tried to push back toward him, but he withdrew, and applied pressure with the palm of his right hand, holding her in place. He leaned over, his mouth near her ear.
"Don't fucking move," he growled.
He stood up quickly, let go of her shoulder, and again clapped her ass. She squealed.
"Understand?" he asked.
She nodded. He delivered another blow to her flesh.
"Say it," he demanded.
"I understand," she managed after another short bark.
Brian pushed his fingers forward, slipping them farther inside her. She sighed loudly and her cunt contracted around him. His right hand returned to her clit and he rubbed hard. Her body jumped.
"Shit," she cried.
He could feel the tension building in her and thrust his fingers deeper, reaching his last knuckle. Without pausing, he began working his fingers in and out while manipulating her button. He watched goose bumps rise on her skin, and felt tremors running through her. A long moan resonated through the fog of steam filling the stall.
"Yessss," she hissed.
He pulled away.
"Don't stop," she yelled, trying to stand up.
