A Lovely Morning in New York

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photo: MetArt

I woke up to a delightful view.

She was standing on the balcony in one of my tee shirts looking 26 floors down onto the empty street. Her plum-shaped ass peeked out beneath the shirt and her long blonde hair spilled over her back like sunlight.

I grabbed the last condom off the bedside table, slipped it into the pocket of my cotton Japanese robe and walked up behind her. I put my hands on her hips and kissed the top of her head.

“Good morning, you beautiful girl.”

“Good morning, sexy man,” she said as she leaned back and kissed me.

I wrapped my arms around her and we looked down onto the quiet morning below us. Sixth Avenue had never looked so peaceful. She started to slowly move back and forth against me, teasing my already hard cock as I kissed her again.

I traced a line down her back with my nails. Her skin was cool to the touch and my hand ran down the back of her thigh and then up again. I slid three fingers between her legs and felt the warmth of her body as I pressed against her smooth soft skin.

She moaned slightly, asked me to fuck her, and put both hands on the rail. I had the condom out and on me in seconds and I held my breath as I began to slide into her. She was ready for me and I found myself deep inside her as I wrapped my arms around her body.

She turned her head, kissed me softly, and whispered a question.

“I don’t remember your name,” she said in a soft sweet moan. “Do you remember mine?”

“Yes, Sarah, of course, I do,” I said as I pushed into her as deep as I could. She moaned again into my mouth.

“Would you like me to tell you?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Will you come harder if I don’t tell you?”

“Yes,” she breathed as she turned away from me.

She pushed back on me and with hands on her hips, I began to fuck her faster and harder. Her arms were almost straight as she bent over the railing and my fingers dug into her skin. She leaned in on her left elbow as she reached between her legs with her right hand and I could feel her fingers against her clit as I fucked her.

She was moaning loudly into the morning air and I was slamming into her as hard as I could. I told her to come for me. I told her to come around my hard cock and I whispered her name over and over again.

She begged for me to keep fucking her, whispering everything but what she didn’t know. “Please keep fucking me… Please… I love how you feel inside of me…”

I called her Sarah over and over again as she cried and struggled with what to do. I could her feel her pushing harder against me, her body trembling and her legs unsteady beneath her.

“Oh, please let me come. Please, Mister. Please fuck me.”

As soon as it was out of her mouth — as soon as she admitted that she didn’t know who I was — she started to come. I was holding her more than she was holding herself and her body was shaking and her cunt was clenching around me and I was exploding inside her.

I kissed the back of her neck over and over again; as we stumbled back to bed we heard the cabs begin to honk as the city woke up behind us.

It was a lovely morning in New York.

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