"So, how do you like New York?"
Martin Roberts was determined not to ask this beautiful woman any of the typical questions Americans asked Australians-nothing about kangaroos or Vegemite or sharks. That left him a bit stumped, however.
"It's great, it's great," Miranda Kelly smiled in between bites of her chicken salad. "I always dreamed of being in New York, but I figured I'd never have the chance."
"You figured wrong," Martin responded with a smile, before finishing the last of his BLT.
It was New York's most awkward conversation, largely because their bodies wanted to say what their mouths could not. Martin could not keep his eyes off this beautiful lady, couldn't stop staring at her long, apple-red hair, bright green eyes and glowing fair skin; he stared at her so much during their meetings that he was afraid that she would notice and report him for harassment. It was all he could do not to let his erection show when he was around her; he made sure a copy of the Wall Street Journal was always around, to strategically place near his pants whenever she walked by.
Martin didn't know that Miranda would sneak into the ladies' bathroom after their meetings to touch herself, would spend nights dreaming about what it would be like to kiss his chocolate skin and feel the head of his dark cock inside of her. Men like Martin were few and far between in Perth, outside of movies and TV shows from the States. She still couldn't believe that this gorgeous man was so close to her, working alongside her.
She loved to shake his hand, and would wait just a few seconds before letting go. She loved to look down and see the contrast between their hands, and imagined what it would be like to have the rest of their bodies together, just as naked as their hands.
"It's going to be great working with you," Martin said, touching her with his deep voice. "So, you really went to Charles Darwin University for law school? You could never name a school like that here!"
Miranda burst out laughing. "I guess not! Hey, we have some crazy people in my country too."
"Well, I think we have more."
Miranda chuckled. "I must say, however, that I'm quite jealous of you-you got to go to Harvard and Harvard Law! What I wouldn't give to have that on my resume."
"Thanks," Martin replied. "But that doesn't make me better than anybody else. I don't want to be-how do you guys call it-a skite?"
"Hah! You know that word!" Miranda exclaimed. "You're not like most Americans!"
Martin smiled. "Well, I figured I have an obligation to understand your culture. After all, you guys know all about America's."
"Right," Miranda noted.
Martin leaned in. "Between you and me," he whispered, "there are some guys here who aren't thrilled that your firm bought ours. One of the senior guys told me that he doesn't really want to work with a bunch of 'croc hunters'!"
"What an arsehole," Miranda grimaced.
"And I thought Americans liked Australians!" Martin observed.
"Guess not all of them," Miranda replied.
"Well, speaking for myself, I definitely look forward to working with you and learning from you."
"I feel the same way."
Martin glanced at his watch. "Wow, can't believe it's 3:00 already. Time goes so fast on the weekends, no?"
"Definitely."
"Well, I just have to go over a few documents when I get back to my place, then I'll call it a night. It's been a crazy week."
"You sleep in on Saturday nights? I mean, you're not sixty."
Martin smiled. "Well, I don't think you're going out clubbing yourself, are you?"
Miranda chuckled. "Well, no, but I'm not from here."
They both laughed, their voices bouncing off the walls of Laine Lerman LLC's cafeteria. Martin offered to carry Miranda's tray to the recycle bin.
"Well, see you Tuesday, and enjoy the long weekend."
Miranda looked at Martin's dark brown eyes.
"I'll certainly try too."
-
Martin's cock was aroused and aching to the point he could barely piss. He desperately wanted to fuck Miranda, to give his hot Aussie chick the sexual experience of a lifetime, but there wasn't a clear signal he picked up on. She could have any an in the world...any white man in the world, to be sure.
Martin looked around at his Manhattan micro-apartment. It was neat and square, just like the tenant. Martin always said he was too busy to date, but in reality, he was convinced that he was just too plain, too nerdy, too (ironically) vanilla. Whatever black women or white women wanted in a man, he was convinced that he didn't have.
It was a quiet and safe live; no wife, no children, little non-work stress. He had his classic jazz CDs and adult DVDs to relieve the loneliness, and so much work at Laine Lerman that he didn't hand much time for self-pity. He had it all. And he had nothing.
-
Just a few blocks away, Miranda was debating whether to text Martin. Her roommate-a fellow Aussie attorney, a blonde who worked for another merged firm-was in Los Angeles for the weekend, attending the wedding of a mutual friend. She wouldn't be back until Monday night.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She felt she looked plain, with too many freckles and not enough curves. The white guys in New York did nothing for her-too obsessed with sports, just like the Aussie men who were fixated on footy. She desired black men, but didn't black men like white girls with meat on their bones? How many brothers went for the average Anglo-Aussie?
Miranda reached for her iPad and opened a bookmarked link. It was Angela White, the Aussie porn star, having her pussy pounded by Lexington Steele's gigantic black cock. Miranda started to masturbate-and then she abruptly stopped.
Fuck it, she said to herself, you only live once, right?
She texted Martin,
"Hi. Really lonely right now. Loved lunch with u today. Would u like to get together for dinner?"
-
As soon as he got out of the cab, Martin ran up to the steps of Miranda's apartment and was quickly buzzed in. After getting off the elevator, he went to door 200 and knocked.
Miranda opened the door and immediately kissed him on the cheek. Martin was pleasantly startled. "Thanks for coming," she smiled, her sweet accent hardening his cock again.
"Sure. Any place in mind?"
