Spoiler Alert: The following is a work of pornographic fiction, an adult fantasy that is shallow on story and steep on sex. It contains graphic sex between consenting individuals over the age of 18. It does not contain deep characterization, long narratives, or a complicated plot. It is recommended that the reader decide what they are in the mood for before proceeding.
It is said that some women covet the idea of wild, uninhibited sex with a handsome mystery man. That a night with someone they hardly know and will never see again, frees them of inhibition and anxiety. On New Year's Eve, 2011 Haddie found herself in just such a mood and with the perfect opportunity.
The streets outside the Lancaster Building, a tall residential building in Lower Manhattan, were still decorated for Christmas but had that unique buzz that can only be found in New York City on New Year's Eve.
Standing at attention beside the front door was not the usual doorman, yet he seemed vaguely familiar. Haddie Mills watched as he held the door for several other building tenants. There was the older woman from the second floor, the large guy that lived on the eighth, and the two stewardesses that shared an apartment on the nineteenth. He greeted each with a million-dollar smile and a friendly nod.
As she approached the door, he said, "Happy New Year Ma'am."
"Thank you," Haddie replied, stepping into the lobby. "Where's Roy? He usually has the Saturday evening shift."
"He's got the night off. I came back to fill in for him."
Her amber eyes met his, "Came back?"
"Yeah, I worked here while I was going to physical therapy school. When I graduated and got a P.T. job I quit being a doorman. I'm back for the night because Roy always covered for me when I had to study. He had plans for New Year's Eve, I owed him, so I said I would cover for him."
"I thought I recognized you. You must've left about the time I started."
"That's right, you're the Walkers live-in nanny right?"
She blushed at the thought that the handsome stranger knew something about her, "Yes, yes I am."
"How are they? I haven't seen them tonight."
"They're spending the holidays in Europe."
"Wow, it must be nice to be super rich. They didn't take you?"
"Nope, just a family trip."
"So you were alone in the city for Christmas?"
Haddie unconsciously curled a lock of her long red hair around her finger as she said, "No, just New Year's. I went home for Christmas, and got back yesterday."
"Where's home?"
"Cleveland."
The doorman looked surprised, "No way?"
"Yeah, why?" Haddie asked, enjoying the banter they had going.
"Well, I got a great physical therapy job in Cincinnati. I'm moving there in a few days."
"Hey, good for you. Is that why you were willing to work on New Year's Eve?"
He grinned a sexy smile, "You got it. I'm Kyle by the way."
"Haddie," she replied, extending her hand.
As the two shook hands Kyle noticed the square, flat box suspended from the fingers of her other hand by a thin red ribbon.
"Shaylee's. The best gingerbread in town."
"How'd you know what I had in here?" she retorted.
"I didn't know what you had in the box. But I do know that Shaylee's has the best gingerbread in the city," he declared.
"I agree, that's why I picked up a whole cake. It's my New Year's Eve date. You like gingerbread?"
"Absolutely, I'm a big fan of all things ginger. Gingerbread, ginger beer, ginger chicken."
With a flirty tone, Haddie cut him off, "Ginger girls?"
Kyle smiled an alluring smile, "Most of all ginger girls."
Balancing the box between her fingers, her sensuously full lips puckered as she said, "As much as I like it I don't think I can eat a full cake. Would you like some?"
"I would love some," his deep brown eyes now had a sparkle.
"All right then, make a trip up to the top floor and hit the buzzer when you're on break."
"That's nine o'clock," he said with a nod, holding her gaze.
"The ginger will be ready," she replied in a sultry tone. "See you then."
As the elevator door closed behind her she whispered, "Maybe there will be some New Year's fireworks after all."
Haddie grinned to herself while thinking naughty thoughts as she entered the Walkers luxury residence. She plucked off her beret-style winter hat and slipped the double-breasted wool jacket off before making her way to the kitchen.
Once there she set the box on the counter, clipped the red ribbon, and transferred the cake to a perfectly sized Christmas plate. It was tempting to put the cake in the refrigerator but she knew doing so would dry it out. 'Moist is always better,' she thought to herself.
Haddie looked down at the dessert and smiled. It was traditional, simple, and succulent. Not unlike Kyle. His broad shoulders, brown eyes, and enchanting smile gave him all of the qualities of a vintage leading man.
She walked to the living room and turned on a few table lamps. She always felt that soft lighting brought out the elegance of the high-end furniture and flooring. None of it was hers of course, but in the rare times when she was alone, she liked to pretend it was.
She made her way to her room. It was cluttered and unorganized. Knowing she didn't have time to clean it up, she said, "If anything is going to happen tonight it's not going to be in here."
Haddie made quick work of her clothes. She slipped out of her suede leather fringe back boots and dropped them in the closet. She then removed her green sweater and tight-fitting gray pants revealing a black, unlined lace demi cup bra and matching thong panties.
She reached behind her and popped the hooks of the bra. A quick tug sent the brassiere to the floor and exposed her curvy tits. In one motion she pushed the thong down her shapely legs to her ankles, where she grabbed both undergarments and tossed them in the hamper.
Haddie had her own bathroom but it was only equipped with a stand-up shower. What she wanted was a long, warm soak in a tub. She sauntered naked through the condominium to the Walkers private master bathroom. With its polished white porcelain walls, walnut vanities, and white glass countertops it was elegance defined. The free-standing, porcelain, oval bathtub with a view of New York City was the decadence she was looking for.
She turned the tub's taps with one hand while letting the water cascade over the other. When the temperature reached a level of steamy but not scalding she dropped two bath bombs in and watched the explosion of essential oils and color blend with the water.
One wall of the bathroom had a large floor-to-ceiling mirror. Haddie looked at herself while she waited for the tub to fill. Her pale skin was satin smooth and mapped with light brown freckles. The patches of sexy spots blossomed on her cheeks, upper chest and shoulders then flowed down the entire length of both arms. Between her legs was a thicket of bright hair that matched the color of the hair on her head. 'If Kyle likes gingers, then he's going to love me,' she thought to herself.
When the water was at the right level she slid into the fragrant warmth. The luxurious liquid lapped over her contours opening her pores, releasing stress, and relaxing her muscles. As she submerged deeper her breasts began to float in the smooth soothing waters.
Resting her head against the bath pillow, Haddie reveled in the opulence. Closing her eyes she let her mind wander to the possibilities of Kyle's visit. It had been way too long since she'd been fucked. As an around-the-clock nanny, and part-time college student she didn't have time for relationships. And bringing flings to the Walkers home was a sure way to get fired. A smile drew on her face at the idea of sharing a passionate night with this almost stranger. It didn't just sound inviting, it sounded delicious.
When she was done with her bath she poured herself a glass of zinfandel and relaxed on the couch. The Walkers were always generous with their wine collection and allowed her to help herself. She wasn't sure if Mrs. Walker would feel the same way about the bright, emerald green silk robe she had borrowed from the master bath closet. Haddie figured as long as it was returned in the same condition she found it her boss wouldn't know the difference.
She was thinking dreamy thoughts of what the night would bring when the door buzzed. 'He's as punctual as he is handsome,' she thought. Haddie opened the door in a manner that allowed her guest a full view of her. "Come on in working man," she invited with a smile.
Kyle took a second to admire the lingerie that affectionately hugged her body. He gave her a sheepish yet confident smirk that let her know he was completely aware of what was happening.
"The cake is in the kitchen, follow me."
She could practically feel his eyes on her back and knew his stare was motivated by lust. She liked it. Her breasts free from the enclosure of a bra swung loosely inside the silk robe and she let her ass sway a little more than normal. Kyle was a good-looking guy, she enjoyed being the center of his attention.
The cake was set in the middle of a small breakfast table. Two slices had been cut off and placed on separate plates. Also on the table were two forks and a tub of whipped cream.
As she approached the table she said in a tone that teased, "I heated it up. You like it hot, don't you?"
Kyle grinned, "Yes ma'am. I love it hot."
As Kyle sat down Haddie used one of the forks to scoop out an appetizing portion of whip cream, "Do you like it on top or on the side?"
His grin grew wider, "On top is pretty nice."
