The City That Never Sleeps

A New Kind of Meeting

Christine paused and adjusted her purse, then she stepped into the small café. The sounds of cups and conversations filled her ears. The air was warm in contrast to the autumn chill outside. She scanned the room until her eyes landed on him. Laurits sat at a corner table, his long frame relaxed in a chair, a cup of espresso in one hand and a laptop open in front of him. He glanced up as the bell above the door jingled and smiled, his striking blue eyes lighting up.

"Christine," he said, standing to greet her. His Scandinavian accent was subtle but unmistakable, adding an exotic charm to his already magnetic presence.

"Hi," she replied, her smile widening as she approached. Laurits leaned in, brushing a light kiss on her cheek before pulling out the chair across from him.

She took her seat, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Laurits's eyes was all over her; his thoughts clear. Christine had always been confident in her appearance--a petite figure, almond-shaped eyes, and a very very tight and well shaped ass--but something about Laurits's attention made her feel uniquely seen.

"You look beautiful today," Laurits said, his tone casual. He gestured toward the counter. "Can I get you something? Coffee? A tea?"

Christine nodded. "A latte would be great. Thank you."

As Laurits stood and made his way to the counter, Christine found herself watching him. There was something captivating about the way he walked. He was a man who seemed at ease in the world, a blend of old-world sophistication and modern success. She recalled Ryan's story about Laurits's background: his move to the United States years ago to lead a tech innovation team, his ability to speak four languages fluently, his reputation for solving the kind of complex problems that others couldn't touch.

When Laurits returned, he set her drink down with a soft smile and sat down. "So," he said, leaning forward slightly. "How have you been since the last time we saw each other? Everything ok at home?"

Christine hesitated, and first took a sip of her latte. "I've been good," she said honestly. "Yeah, that night really was something to think about... everything."

Laurits chuckled softly. "I've thought too. It's rare to meet a couple as open as you and Ryan. I admire what you have."

Christine tilted her head, studying him. "What about you?" she asked. "You've been in relationships before, right? What's your experience been like?"

Laurits's expression softened. "I've had my share," he admitted. "Some good, some not. Moving here from Europe was a new start. But it also meant leaving behind connections that meant a lot to me. It's not easy to find someone who matches your rhythm in a new place."

Christine nodded, understanding more than she expected to. "And now? What's your rhythm?"

Laurits's smile widened. "My work keeps me busy, but I've always believed in balance. A good book, a drive along the coast..." His tone lightened. "And, when I'm lucky, an afternoon like this."

Christine found herself smiling back. Their conversation went so easily; it was amazing. She realized she hadn't felt this kind of flow in a long time, the kind that comes from just trying something completely new.

Their coffee lingered, growing cold as the hours slipped by. Laurits shared stories of his youth and travels. It only interested Christine mildly, but mostly she just wanted to be in this flow. So she didn't interrupt.

"And you?" Laurits asked eventually "What brought you to this moment? To... us?"

Christine hesitated, her thoughts going to Ryan. "I think it's about growth," she said finally. "Ryan and I have something strong, but there's always room to explore, to discover new sides." She hesitated. "I think there may be part of me being willing to open my mind more, and I think maybe I need that".

Laurits nodded, his expression thoughtful. "That kind of courage is rare. It's one of the things I admire most about you."

His words settled into Christine's chest, warm and reassuring. When they finally stood to leave, the sun had dipped low in the sky. Laurits held the door open for her, his hand brushing the small of her back as they stepped outside.

"Thank you for today," Christine said, turning to face him. Her voice was softer than she'd intended, but she didn't mind.

Laurits's smile was gentle, his hand lingering near hers. "It's my pleasure, Christine. I hope this is just the beginning."

Boundaries and Permission

It was dark outside when Christine finally turned the key in the door of her and Ryan's apartment door, stepping into the warmth of her home. Her hair was a wild tangle around her shoulders, her cheeks flushed with a glow that wasn't just from the crisp night air. She quietly closed the door behind her, her heels in hand, trying not to disturb the silence of their shared space.

Ryan, however, was not asleep. He lay in bed, with a single reading lamp shining a light across the room, his book forgotten on his chest. He had been waiting, his mind a whirl of curiosity and anticipation. "Christine?" he called softly, his voice carrying a mix of concern and eagerness.

She appeared in the doorway, her smile shy but unmistakably content. "Hey," she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse.

Ryan sat up, his gaze traveling over her dishevelled appearance, guessing the story her body told. "You're late," he said, his tone light, inviting her to share.

Christine approached the bed, slipping out of her coat and letting it fall to the floor. She sat beside him, her eyes avoiding his for a moment before she found the courage to meet them. "I... we... after the café, we went back to his place," she started, her words tentative.

Ryan reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Tell me," he encouraged softly, his voice devoid of judgment, filled with love and curiosity.

Christine took a deep breath, the confession coming in a rush. "Ryan, I can't believe it, honey. It's so intensive with him. I didn't plan to go so far... like he knew exactly how to touch and turn me on. I felt alive, every part of me." Her cheeks were now a deep scarlet, her eyes bright with the memory. "Are you sure you are ok with this?".

Ryan listened, his expression supportive, encouraging her to continue. "I am. It is our adventure, not just yours. Go on," he urged, his own interest piqued.

"It's just... when I'm with him, it feels so good, Ryan. It's different. It's not like with us, but it's... thrilling. I love his body, Ryan, and I need it," she admitted. "But I love you too, always know that."

Ryan's hand tightened around hers, his heart swelling with emotions. "I know, Christine. I love hearing you talk like this. It's part of what we agreed on. Maybe we do need that adventure."

Christine nodded, her eyes shining. "I was thinking of you the whole time," she said. "Every moment."

Ryan pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he murmured against her lips, his hands beginning to wander, trying to start the intimacy between them. "Now, let's use the night for something." That had, after all, been his intention.

Christine laughed softly, her body responding to his touch. Her movements were lazy from the day's other exertions. As Ryan moved over her, she felt no resistance, her body relaxed from earlier. He entered her easily, the feeling so different from what she had just experienced, yet so familiar and comforting.

"I am yours too, Ryan," she murmured, spreading her legs, her voice heavy with exhaustion, giving herself to her husband. Her eyes were half-closed. She just wanted to surrender herself; both to the pleasure and the need for rest.

Ryan moved with her, in that usual rhythm, the love and understanding that married couples develop. The only sounds of them in the bedroom was the rhythmic clash of skin against skin. As he reached his peak, Christine's whispered "I love you" was all Ryan needed to hear to come. He collapsed on top of her, happy, while she drifted into sleep almost immediately after. Her body spooned up to his, Ryan lay awake for a little longer. He was considering if this was how their love could have room to grow in the ways they wanted. At least he hoped it could.

The Invitation

The next time they met was in the high-rise office where Laurits worked. He had invited her for lunch to discuss something important and also just to say hi, that was all he had said. Christine couldn't quite guess what he meant by that. That one time they went home together after an afternoon at the cafe was still on her mind. Would today be the same?

The lobby was modern design, minimalist furniture, and a wall of cascading water. Truly a very high scale place. Christine had already understood that Laurits was someone to admire, but seeing the world he occupied day-to-day underscored this.

"Christine," Laurits voice called out from across the lobby. She turned to see him striding toward her. His hair caught the light as he smiled warmly. "Thank you for coming."

They had lunch together. This was apparently all he actually had planned. In a nice conference room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, for sure. But not quite the experience she had hoped and dressed for. Laurits had ordered some fresh salads ahead. As they ate, they spoke about everything from work to travel. Christine found herself more fascinated than ever by him. He spoke of his move from Europe to the U.S. "It wasn't easy leaving behind family and familiarity, but I've always believed in taking risks for what matters."

Christine nodded, her own thoughts drifting to the risks she and Ryan had taken in their relationship. "And has it been worth it?"

Laurits eyes softened. "More than I ever imagined. Especially now."

Christine felt her cheeks flush and looked down at her plate. Laurits reached out, his hand brushing hers lightly. "I meant it, Christine. Meeting you has been... unexpected, but in the best way. I want to see where this can go." The moment hung between them. Christine opened her mouth to respond, but Laurits spoke first.

"I have an idea I want to propose, that's why I invited you here," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I'll be heading to New York next month for a conference. It's only five days, but I thought... perhaps you'd like to come with me?"

Christine blinked, caught off guard. "To New York?"

Laurits nodded. "It's a beautiful city, and I think you'd love it. We'd have time to explore during the evenings. Of course, there's no pressure. I'd just enjoy having your company."

Christine's thoughts immediately turned to Ryan. She could already imagine the conversation they'd need to have. But with that uncertainty was also excitement. New York... with Laurits.

"I'll have to talk to Ryan," she said finally, her voice steady but soft. "It's a big decision."

"Of course," Laurits said, his expression understanding. "Take your time. And if it's not the right moment, that's okay too."

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That evening, Christine sat with Ryan in their living room, her legs curled under her as she explained Laurits's invitation. Ryan listened intently, his gaze steady and thoughtful. When she finished, the room fell silent for a moment, the sound of the clock ticking softly in the background.

"What do you think?" Christine asked, her voice hesitant.

Ryan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I think it could be a good experience for you," he said. "And I trust you to make the right decision for us."

Christine's heart swelled at his words. "You're really okay with this?"

Ryan turned to her, his expression serious but calm. "I honestly don't know, Christine, but I shouldn't have encouraged this if I wasn't ready for what it might bring. I trust Laurits, and more importantly, I trust you. If this is something you want."

Christine reached for Ryan's hand. "You're incredible, you know that?"

Ryan smiled, squeezing her hand. "Just make sure you share everything with me. I want to be part of every step."

Christine leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, a smile playing on her lips. "I promise."

With Ryan's kiss on her forehead, Christine felt a rush of excitement, her mind buzzing with the adventure ahead. The trip to New York was just exactly the escape she thought she probably had needed over the years.

New York Nights

It was Tuesday evening and Laurits entered the hotel suite. His short and jacket still neat and unwrinkled, despite a long day of meetings, his tie slightly loosened. "I'm sorry I'm so late, Christine. It was just one meeting after another--"

Christine cut him off, stepping forward from where she had been waiting. She was wearing nothing but a plush hotel robe that barely contained her, her hair tousled from anticipation. "Don't apologize," she said with a playful smile, her voice low. "I've been waiting for you."

Laurits's eyes focused as he took in her appearance. "You look... breathtaking."

Without waiting for him to reply, Christine moved closer to him, her hands reaching for his tie, pulling him in for a kiss. Her need for sex was obvious and she had a hungry mischievous look in her eyes. The suit jacket was discarded, his shirt next, her hands all over him. Laurits's hands in turn roamed under her robe, caressing the soft skin on her flat belly

"Take me to bed," she whispered against his lips, and he did, lifting her effortlessly to the bed. The city lights laid out beautifully outside, but all Christine saw was the man she wanted, in front of her.

On the bed, the robe was quickly discarded. His breath caught at her beauty, at the way she lay there, unashamed and wanting. "I've been thinking about you all day," Laurits confessed.

Laurits crawled over her outstretched body. Admiring it, forgetting everything else. He positioned himself on top of her as she spread her legs. They locked eyes for a moment, as she signalled a very clear yes. She had been waiting for this and was more than ready. With a slow, thrust, he entered her. The sensation was electric to her, a current of pleasure that jolted through her body, making her arch against him. This was what she had been wanting all day.

He began to move, each thrust slowly building up, his hips rolling in a rhythm. Christine wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back, urging him on. The room was filled with the sounds of them, the wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh meeting flesh, their moans and gasps intertwining.

Laurits shifted, lifting her hips to change the angle, hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her feel so good. "Yes, right there," she gasped. This was their third day together on that bed and they knew exactly how each other responded and what each other needed. He responded by increasing his pace, his own control slipping as he watched her face contort with pleasure.

Her body was now completely on fire. Everything in her was singing with the intensity of their connection. She felt every ridge, every vein of his cock as he moved within her, the sensation building a peak of pleasure that had her just on the edge of release.

Laurits whispered encouragements, leaning in close to her ear, "Let go, Christine. I want to feel you come." And she did, her first orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around him, drawing a deep groan. He didn't stop, thrusting into her through the waves of her climax, controlling himself.

As her orgasm abated, her body was still tingling. Laurits slowed his movements, his own need still there but his focus on her. He kissed her, a slow, deep kiss. "I want you to come again," he murmured, and she smiled.

They took much longer for her second climax. She had crawled to sit on top of him, slowly massaging his cock with her controlled movements. She was in no hurry. Laurits tried to control himself, but she could feel him getting closer and closer as she slowly ground up and down on him, loving the feeling of control. This feeling that she could make him come at will, was pushing her even closer. As his orgasm started, the pulsating feeling as he came, brought her over the top again, shuddering on top of him, cherishing the feeling of his cock inside her. They locked eyes and she leaned forward in a warm embrace, rolling over on the bed together, smiling lovingly to each other.

As they lay there afterwards, resting, basking in the post orgasmic glow, Christine thought how this was everything she wanted it to be. Lightly touching and enjoying, Laurits fingers found her breasts, teasing, squeezing, but they both had all the time in the world, and they enjoyed it. After a while, Christine's phone started buzzing on the bedside table. It was Ryan. She hesitated, her hand reaching for it, but Laurits nodded to her to pick up. As she did, he leaned in over her and started kissing her body on a path downwards, trailing down her stomach.

"Hello?" she answered, her voice slightly breaking as Laurits kisses went further down than her lower belly, his tongue playing with her skin.

"Hey, just checking in," Ryan's voice came through, unaware of the scene he was interrupting.

Christine suppressed a gasp, trying to maintain her composure. "Yes, everything is... fine," she managed to get out, her words cutting up as Laurits's tongue got lower and lower, approaching her clit, but mainly circling around it.

"Are you okay? You sound... out of breath," Ryan asked, with some concern, but also some curiosity. At that time, Laurits' finger slid into her, the first one in her pussy, keeping his tongue on her clit.

"Yes... yes... I am," she gasped, feeling that Laurits now used another finger to caress her back entrance. The sensation was overwhelming. "Laurits is... he's here, and it's... it's amazing, Ryan," she admitted, her voice breaking as pleasure took over. "He's... he's doing things, and it feels so good."

Ryan's voice was steady, "It's okay, Christine. I'm glad you're enjoying it. Tell me, what's he doing right now?"

Christine's confession came out in a rush, "He's licking me, Ryan. He's... oh God, now he's using his fingers too, in my... in both places."

Ryan listened, his breath quickening, "And how does it feel?"

"It's... incredible," she moaned, her body arching, her climax building rapidly. The phone slipped from her hand as she lost control. Her moans increased in volume. Laurits didn't stop, bringing her over the edge with his skilled touch.

Picking up the phone again, Christine was slightly panting, out of breath, "Ryan, I'm sorry, I--"

"It's okay," Ryan assured warmly. "Enjoy it, Christine."

She smiled, the moment shared over the distance. "I am. He says we're going to do this many more times tonight," she said, her voice still quivering with aftershocks.

"I love you." Ryan said.

And they did. The night became a blur of sex, each time better than the last. Laurits took her in every conceivable position at every place in the small hotel room. It felt like they barely needed sleep anymore. Each time she felt him, it felt like this was the best. She could barely understand where the energy came from, but she knew for sure that this was what sex was supposed to be like, and she didn't want it to stop.

The rest of the week

This pattern repeated for their remaining days in New York: mixing city sightseeing and wild nights. In the daytime they enjoyed the city's wonders: they saw the special exception of The Met and went up to the cloisters. They sipped cocktails at all the best rooftop bars in SoHo. They found a great Sichuanese restaurant at St Marks Place and went there all evenings. One day they even took a walk to watch the Statue of Liberty (without going for the full tour, admittedly - that's for tourists). Laurits had to work often, but he expertly made time for her too. Often he could combine his time with Christine and his dedication for work in creative ways, using her as a sparing partner. Christine herself had set up a few work-related meetings so she could make the best of the time without Laurits. With so much going on in New York, it was not difficult for her to find good use of her time.