He was sipping his coffee in a coffee bar, a couple of buildings down from his hotel. He had been in New York on a business trip, but due to cheaper flight options, he now had almost 48 hours before he flew back to London.
For the fourth or fifth time in as many seconds, he glanced at his watch, still another couple of minutes.
"Lets hope she is early" he thinks to himself. The city was busy and stuffy, warm and humid in the summer sun. This meeting had taken several weeks to arrange; plenty of emails and a couple of phone calls. He first met Mary on the ether, in an adult chat room, discussing erotic literature. They are both authors, expressing their sexual frustrations and desires in erotic fiction. Over a period of time, they knew each other's desire intimately, and on occasions had partaken in, what the onliners call it; cyber-sex.
Mary lived in California, and spent some time convincing her boss that she should visit their New York office at this particular time, as there was no real reason for her to be here. But she could not either afford the flight, or explain to her husband why she wanted to go to New York, work was the only option available to her to make this trip. She had arrived the previous night, and spoke to him on the phone. He was still in town, for another 48 hours or so...
Again he looked at his watch, and then out onto the street. Yet another police siren could be heard.
"Hello Mark" she softly said
He looked round suddenly, surprised. He saw her, looking much prettier then in the photos she had sent him. He stood up, and introduced him self, a slight stutter, partially from being caught unaware, off guard but also out of apprehension of what may lie ahead.
Immediately behind Mary was a waitress, in a short skirt and tight top, bringing two cups of coffee, the waitress placed the cups on the table and left.
She looked wonderful he thought out aloud
"Well thank you," she replied, smiling. She wore a dark blouse and a long skirt. Her long naturally blonde hair was free, reaching half way down her back. Conversation was in soon full flow as they chatted, as if they had known each other since time began. In some ways, they had, mainly in the chat room, or on Instant Messenger, and a couple of phone calls. But they had not met before.
Whilst they chatted, he started to feel something rub against his calf, feeling the leather on his skin. He looked into Mary's eyes, and she smiled, rubbing her legs harder into him. Very naturally, she unfastened a button on her blouse, exposing more of her tanned skin of her cleavage. Again they smiled at each other.
"So what's your hotel like?" she asked softly. "Very comfortable," he replied, "even got two double beds in the room!"
Very slowly she unfastened another button on her blouse.
"Well let's go then" she stated, wearing a seductive, sultry look on her face.
She stood up and took his hand, squeezing it tight as she did so. She was pleasantry surprised, he was nicer than she had imagined, if not slightly slow. He was witty, intelligent and well good looking. She knew that she had to have him, feel his cock inside her.
She closed the door to his room behind her, as she walked up close to him, pressing her breasts into his back as she hugged him from behind, her hand slowly moving down to his crutch, feeling his cock stirring through his pants.
"Mark, TURN AROUND" she demanded, forcefully but gently at the same time. She had just made up her mind, she was going to fuck this Englishman and fuck him hard, she knew she had to have him.
He turned around slowly, to begin with, but as her hands touched his face, things moved quickly as she pulled him round, pulling his mouth to her eager lips, open and waiting, her tongue already exposed. She kissed him heavily, passionately.
As she kissed him, her hands caressed his body firmly through his clothes, before stroking his crutch, feeling his man hood stir at the unexpected attention. Mary was hot for him. This she knew, but not quite sure why. Was it because he was English? Was it because he was almost 5 years younger? She did not know, and nor did she care.