A New York Fuck - Sex Stories

A New York Fuck

... to demonstrate?"

I knelt and took his hardening appendage in my hands. Then guided it to my mouth. He was fully erect within ten seconds. I could feel my own excitement build as well. As I began to slide him in and out of my mouth, my other hand slipped lower and started to rub my own flesh.

We had the rest of the day and three whole other ones together. We did get out for the promised trip to Fifth Avenue. We dined at upmarket restaurants. We took the mandatory horse and carriage ride in Central Park. And we visited MOMA and The Guggenheim, art lovers the both of us. He called Joyce each day and I didn't freak out. I tried to take it in my stride.

We also spent a lot of time in the hotel room. He'd brought his camera as we had discussed. He took photos of me in lingerie, and then with it removed. He shot me in a suicidally short dress on the balcony. It wasn't until he showed me an image on the flip-out screen that I realized my naked pussy was fully visible.

Most of the time we were finding new and interesting ways to interlock our bodies, or revisiting ones that had worked for us before. I was happy, I was sexually fulfilled, and Robert was just fun to hang out with, to talk to. I'd made peace with the thought of his wife. It really was his business after all. The only cloud was knowing that our time together would soon end.

On this point I was confused. Deeply so. What did I want? I wanted more of this, of course. Who wouldn't? But I also knew I couldn't ...

... have it.

I could tell it was on his mind as well. After lunch, on our final day, he raised the topic. "It's the elephant in the room, right? I want to be honest with you. I have always tried to be. I really like you. I mean really like you. The sex is amazing, but... but it's not just that.You are amazing, everything about you. I... wow! I've never said this before, never felt like saying it. I'd... oh fuck man, out with it! I want to see you again. To be with you again. I... I don't know what I can offer you. I don't know if you feel the same. But that's what I feel."

He ended with almost a note of pleading, I kissed him. "I feel the same, honey. But I have no clue what that means in practice. You don't want to leave Joyce. I don't want to ruin your marriage. We live a continent apart. What else is there?"

He paused and when he spoke there was uncertainty in his voice. "Well, there could be more of this. I travel a lot. I do hit the West Coast sometimes. It wouldn't always have to be you on a plane."

I didn't know what to say. He continued. "And, and I don't know what this is. I guess maybe you don't either. It's early days, of course. But I know it's good. I'd like to get the chance to find out what we have and what it means. How about you?"

I nodded silently. Then a word popped into my head, an old fashioned word maybe, but apposite. "I could be, like your... mistress... maybe."

He smiled. "That's a sexy title. What would my mistress do for me?"

We were ...