Prologue: This part picks up pretty much where the previous one left off. It would benefit you to read that piece first as the details and setting for this part of the story are all set up there. I also edited in some dialogue this time as previously suggested by a few different readers. Hope you enjoy.
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Friday night
Thursday and Friday seemed to fly by faster than expected. As much as I couldn't stop Kay from entering my thoughts, I still had a full plate of responsibilities to tend to which made the hours go by quicker than anticipated. In my moments of down time between classes, or at work when I took a moment to catch my breath, I would always check my phone for messages and like clockwork, a text or two from Kay would always be waiting for me.
She gave me updates on how she was enjoying the city and complimented me on my restaurant suggestions when she needed a place to grab lunch with potential clients. Then there were the bed time texts which usually included a teasing, sensual picture of her in minimal clothing with some type of tempting line like "Wish you were here". On Friday night, as I was heading for the exit at work, a picture message in my inbox included a photo of a black plastic shopping bag and the accompanying message read "Found a naughty bookstore while I was venturing through the city after dinner. I picked up a few toys we might enjoy."
Now, it was just after midnight as I read this, and I had been awake since 7am for class and then pulled a 10 hour shift at a busy midtown Manhattan restaurant on a Friday night. I should've been exhausted, but reading this message shot a surge of hormones through my body that made me completely unable to feel tired. I immediately texted Kay back to see if she was still awake. I didn't care that I was drenched in sweat and smelling like the inside of an old shoe. I had the next two days off and I really wanted to find out what the hell was inside that plastic bag.
Before I had even hit the corner after leaving the back exit of the restaurant, my phone buzzed with another message. Kay was in bed and had dozed off for a few hours, but told me I was more than welcome to come by if I wanted. "If I wanted". Like there was something else I wanted to do this evening besides fuck Kay's brains out again. I quickly made my way to the subway station and gave Kay my ETA. I was even kind enough to warn her about my sad current state of personal hygiene to which she replied with a simple picture text of the shower stall in her hotel room.
Luckily it was an express train and only two stops at that time of the night which separated me from Kay's hotel and in a matter of 20-25 minutes, I went from the back exit of the restaurant to standing in front of the door to Kay's room. My excitement and adrenaline from work hadn't waned one bit as I tapped on her door which stood in great contrast to the squinty-eyed, half-asleep woman who opened it. Deep down, it inflated my ego quite a bit that this woman would wake herself from bed at 12:30 am just so she could spend time with me.
After some quick pleasantries and a brief peck on the lips, I made a beeline to the bathroom and immediately stripped off the sweat-covered, stinky chef clothing I had been wearing and jumped into the shower. I didn't even bother getting dressed after toweling off. We both knew why I was here and clothes seemed like an unnecessary pretense at this point.
Kay was back in bed as I exited the bathroom into the pitch black room and stumbled my way towards her. As I quietly crawled onto the bed, she turned towards me and reached out to pull me closer. Her hands instantly began to roam all over my body and she quietly cooed her approval upon discovering my lack of clothing. My hands quickly made it apparent I wanted her to join me and made short work of her minimal bedtime attire.
"You smell much better," Kay noted as we embraced and began passionately kissing.
