I come down to New York City from the wilds of Southern New Hampshire at least once a month on business. Having grown up in the suburbs of Manhattan, my allegiances are still strong to the Big Apple, despite several decades in the exurbs of Boston and the pull of the Red Sox nation. It never ceases to amaze me that you can be wandering through a city of eight million people and, by chance, run into someone you know. I know it's called a small world for a reason, but I am, nevertheless, constantly amazed at the place serendipity plays in our lives.
This story is about just such an occurrence, and one that still has me shaking my head in amazement. Having just happened last week it is still fresh in my mind, and will surely remain as the most fortuitous of my random meetings.
I was in the city for a three day/two night trip. I had a few morning meetings the first day there and had spent that afternoon at MOMA and doing a little shopping. I was taking a nice long walk on this pleasant spring afternoon, heading back up Madison Avenue to my hotel on the Upper East Side. It was as I was stepping onto the curb at East 67th Street that I saw her: Nina.
My younger brother, Billy, had dated Nina back in high school. They are both in their mid-twenties now, and to my knowledge, hadn't been in contact with one another in quite a few years. But Nina was not someone you forget soon, and I had often wondered how my brother had managed to let this lithe beauty escape. I did a second take as she strode confidently across my path, unaware of my presence. I had to say something.
"Nina?"
She broke stride momentarily, eyeing me with the suspicion that New Yorkers are either born with or acquire soon after moving to the city. She observed me with a quizzical look and then brightened with that incredible smile that used to make my knees wobble.
"Ben? Oh my God! What are you...what a surprise? How are you?"
She opened her arms and I gladly received her hug, a warm welcome indeed, and one I accepted and cherished as I lightly placed my hands on her slender back and gave her a brief peck on the cheek. A whiff of expensive perfume throttled my brain.
"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting to run into you. What an incredible surprise. How are you, Nina?" I asked expectantly.
"I'm doing great, thanks. And how about you? How's the family? And Billy? God, I haven't heard from him in, like, forever."
His loss I thought under my breath. Billy was now living in DC, but had always had a way with the ladies as he was growing up. I had loved watching the parade of beautiful young women he had squired through our house over the years, starting in early high school. Neither one of us had ever had a problem attracting women, but I used to love watching the ladies Billy attracted. He had done alright for himself over the years.
I am five years older than Billy, so our academic paths never quite crossed and he was younger by enough years that we never really hung out in our formative years. But I had spent one summer at home before Billy's senior year in high school and about the same time he had started going out with Nina. That was the first time we had really bonded as brothers and Billy was sexually well beyond my fumbling years as a high school student.
Nina spent a lot of time around our house that summer and I remembered her as an incredible flirt. I knew she and Billy were very active sexually, as I will describe, but I had also felt a bond with her whenever we came in contact. Perhaps it was the "older brother" thing that she was fascinated by, but the way she made eye contact, the way she moved when I was around, the way she talked to me and smiled, the way she laughed at my jokes, all led me to believe that there was a connection, even if it was only in my imagination.
She was a long lean 5'-6", but curvy in all the right places. Her curves came more from bone structure than flesh, and she carried her frame with a sexual grace that defied description. She wasn't shy about showing off her body and always wore clothes that accentuated her tight ass and showcased her breasts. While not large they were perfectly proportioned to her frame and more than once I'd seen her stiff nipples poking through the tight tank tops she sometimes wore. Her face, while cute and very innocent at times, could look sultry and seductive at others. She conveyed, despite her youth, sexuality beyond her years.
Of all the young ladies Billy had gone out with over the years, at least the ones I knew about, Nina had always been my favorite. They had begun going out in the summer prior to their senior year and their relationship had straddled into, but not survived, their entries into the college world. Billy had headed south to school and Nina had gone out to Ohio. By Thanksgiving of his freshman year, Billy already had a new mate on his arm. And I had occasionally asked in the intervening years about the whereabouts of the lovely Nina, but had never really gotten a straight or knowledgeable answer. I had heard somewhere that she had moved to New York, but that was the extent of my knowledge of her whereabouts.
"So are you living here now?" I quizzed.
"I am – down in the West Village. But I work up in this part of town."
Our conversation on the street corner covered all the bases in rapid succession: her college years, her move to New York upon graduation, her struggles finding work, her enrolling in graduate school and leading up to her landing a job in human resources at a large, reputable law firm.
As we talked, or as I listened to her, I admired this lady; just past the quarter century mark and at the peak of her beauty. She hadn't lost her knack for flirtation and as we talked she kept flashing her gorgeous smile and looking me up and down. She kept brushing her long brown hair out of huge dark eyes, better so that I could gaze upon her lovely face. Her eyes danced with wit and the excitement of youth and her lips were full and juicy.
She was dressed in typical upscale law firm attire, but the tight short skirt still hugged her exquisite rear end and the unbuttoned neck of her white blouse exposed the smooth skin of her slender neck and the slight swell of her lovely breasts. Her well manicured nails were on full display as she clutched her purse. The high heels gave her a few more inches in height, bringing her closer to my six foot plus frame and they also elongated her lean calves and gave her sexy stance a saucy air. Her legs were long, lithe, and lovely. I could feel my pulse racing as we talked.
"And how are you? What are you doing in the city?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.
I gave her an update on my recent past and she listened with keen interest. My work for a computer company had kept me climbing the corporate ladder and frequent trips to New York and other cities on the east coast had me spending a lot of time on the road.
As we talked I felt Nina's eyes roaming over my body. I was wearing a white buttoned down shirt, faded jeans and a blue blazer. Her half smile half leer told me she approved. I keep my six foot frame in shape by running and swimming and have been blessed with a full head of wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes.
