Sex in New York - Part Two SeXStoRY

... part two.... skip to the end if you just want the really naughty parts.... :) My second day in New York was filled with meetings, shaking hands and showing my portfolio to the myriad members of the Acquisition team. I left the corporate offices feeling great. I had met Christine early in the morning for coffee and to officially meet. I was flush with excitement and nerves when I walked into her office. Her secretary introduced me to her – I wondered if she had any clue that the day before, Christine and I shared a flight and a limo ride to my hotel. Or... That Christine had buried my face under her sweet pussy in the limo, and that I had returned the favor. After the secretary left the room, Christine looked me softly in the eyes said that she hoped I wasn’t upset that she didn’t tell me who she was on the plane. “I truly like and admire your work, but wanted to play before we started to do business”, she said. “You didn’t f***e me to do anything – I enjoyed it”, I replied, sounding much braver and more worldly than I actually was. At the end of the day, the woman who was covered in my pussy juice just yesterday, signed me to a very lucrative business deal today. I could live with that. I left the corporate offices and walked onto the sidewalk and felt the cool, crisp air. I climbed into the limo that was waiting for me, hoping it would be the same driver as the day before. It was not him, and the guy who was driving wasn’t exactly setting my world on fire. LOL. I sat back in the comfy seat for the rather short ride to my hotel. I had worn a fashionable outfit, showing my new business clients that I was creative, yet could work in their world. My long legs stretched out in front of me and I smiled. “What a day”, I thought. I was excited for my new prospects, but when I got back to my room, I was a little disappointed that I didn’t have anyone to celebrate with. “I’m going to celebrate, even if I’m by myself”, I said out loud, to no one at all. I ran a hot bath and soaked for awhile. I ran my hands along my smooth skin, finding my nipples, which were in need of attention. I started to get really turned on, but decided to get out of the bath and get dressed. I was hungry, and knew that if I made myself cum, I would end up ordering room service and watching a movie on tv. I had bought a new dress to wear, assuming that everything would go well on my trip, and really wanted to show it off. I dried myself and put on some makeup and a little perfume while still naked. I looked in the full length mirror and smiled a little. I slipped on black stockings and a garter belt, then the black high heels that I had brought – not practical, but extremely sexy. I left my hair down, the soft dark curls cascading down my back. I stood there, with my smooth pussy and full breasts exposed, looking in the mirror. My fingers ran down my body, over the curve of my hips. I turned to look at my back and my ass. I think stockings and garter belts can make anyone look sexy, and I loved what I was seeing. I spread my legs and bent over, curious what a man would see if he was bending me over to fuck me. My pussy was smooth – I keep it waxed. No stubble for me :) With my legs spread, the bright pink folds of skin stood in contrast to the pale color of the rest of my body. I could see that my pussy was moist. I spread my ass cheeks apart while still bending over. Not terribly lady-like I suppose, but it felt really sexy. With my ass cheeks spread open, I could see the tiny, tight pink opening of my ass. I have had anal sex a few times, and really loved it. It’s intense, for sure, but very pleasurable with the right person. I stood up and slipped a nice pair of black silk panties on. My pussy was too wet to go without them. I slipped the black dress over my head, letting it fall into place. A little low in the front and back, the hem hitting me just above the knee. Once dressed, I left the room... And realized I hadn’t really planned for dinner. The weather had turned cooler; it was too chilly to walk down the street looking for something to eat. And besides, the shoes I was wearing were not meant for walking, they were meant for fucking. I took the elevator down to the main lobby and went to the bar area. They had a small menu, and lots of people were milling around – perfect for people watching. There were lots of men in the lobby and bar – business men , I suppose. I turned a few heads as I walked into the bar area, which felt good. I found a quiet corner, somewhat in the shadows, at the bar. I enjoyed a small dinner and ordered a nice glass of red wine. The bartender made small talk, but was mostly at the other end of the large bar area. Most people wanted to be in the busy, well-lit area – wanting to be seen. I enjoyed watching from the shadows, the soft light warming my skin. I crossed my legs as I sipped my wine, sitting up straight, feeling my hair cascade down my back. My dress slipped up my leg a bit; I could feel the air touch my skin between the top of my stocking and the hem of my dress. Watching all of the men in the bar made my mind wander..... I liked that my dress was pulled up a little, hidden behind the bar. I felt someone walk behind me, and sit on the chair to my right. I blushed a little. I hadn’t noticed anyone behind me.... I wondered if he had seen me squirm on the barstool a little. Had he seen me look at my legs, not adjusting my dress to cover my bare thigh? “Whiskey, please”, he said to the bartender. I sipped my wine, and stole a glance.... His voice was calming, and sent a lovely tingle down my back. He was tall, maybe 6’2”... Handsome, from what I could see. I turned to my glass, as if I was deep in thought. As turned-on/horny as I was, I was still pretty shy. Once I am intimate with someone, there are few limits, but I am usually quite reserved when actually talking to someone I don’t know. Especially if he is my type. :) “I was sitting in the corner over there, waiting for a waitress to come by.... But I don’t think anyone is covering this area”, he said, presumably to me. The bartender delivered his whiskey and went back to the crowd at the other end. He was not within ear shot, and there was no one else around. I thought the man would return to his table, but he slowly sipped his drink. The bartender brought another glass of wine and placed it in front of me. As I started to say “.... Sorry, I didn’t order...”, the bartender nodded to the man next to me and returned to the boisterous crowd across the room. “I hope you don’t mind – I thought you might enjoy this”, he said. He had signaled the bartender in the way that only men know how to do. He was right, the selection he made was wonderful. After the first sip, I turned toward him. “I’m Chris”, he said, offering his hand. “Jane”, I replied. When our hands touched, I felt a ripple of desire subtly flow through me. His hands were strong, but very tender on my own. Our eyes met – a long, enjoyable moment looking into him. I took a few shallow breaths and then had to consciously take a few deep breaths. I felt a little dizzy from the wine, and switched to water. If things headed the way I wanted them to.... I wanted to be completely aware of the pleasure I intended to give and receive tonight. We talked, we flirted, we leaned in a little closer to talk as the band started to play across the room. Hearing Etta James and Billie Holiday songs set the mood perfectly. As I leaned in close to his ear to tell him something, my lips brushed against his skin. His left hand was on the small of my back, which felt so good. I moved my hand to his leg, to steady myself as I leaned in. I could feel his eyes on my body, his hand applying more pressure on my back. We sat like that for a moment, with no words. My hand squeezed his leg a bit, as I licked my lips. His right hand moved to my left shoulder. His looked in my eyes, gauging my mood. He moved his hand down my shoulder, to my left breast. The v-neck dress exposed a decent amount of cleavage – his hand cupped my breast from the outside. He squeezed, making my nipple stand out straight through my bra and the fabric of my dress. My 34DDD breasts were barely contained. He found the erect nipple and pinched lightly.... Waiting to see if I would slap him, or kiss him, or be insulted and walk away. I did none of those things. I looked into his eyes and then glanced around the room. No one was watching, except the bartender. The bartender looked over at me and smiled a little. He moved to the light switches and further dimmed our area. Anyone would have thought that we were talking closely, in an area that the staff was closing for the night. Chris slipped his hand into my dress, filling his hand with my soft, full breast. He leaned in close and could feel my breath quicken. My hand that was on his leg slid up his thigh firmly.... Until I felt the growing bulge in his pants. I let my hand brush against him, softly. I felt his body warm, hearing a lustful growl escape his mouth. The bartender approached after a few minutes, bringing us back to reality. “Should I close out your check, sir?”, he asked. “I have a large group coming to the bar in a few minutes.... We may need this area”. “Bill my room... Thank you”, Chris said, without moving his hand from my breast, or losing eye contact with me. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was too turned on to even care. He left a nice tip on the bar as we composed ourselves enough to walk back through the lobby. The lights slowly came up a bit as we stood up. I would have to remember to tip the bartender again before I left the hotel. The short walk to the elevator was made quickly. I walked in front of him and could feel him staring at my ass. There was no question that we were going up the elevator together. As soon as the door opened, we stepped inside and Chris pushed the button to close the doors. Before they were fully shut, he turned to me and moved in close, pushing his hand under my dress in one quick move. I gasped, not expecting this man to reach under my dress and pull aside my panties... And then slip two fingers between my pussy lips..... All in one smooth motion. My back was against the elevator wall as I met eyes with a older man who was hoping to get in the lift with us. He saw my eyes as they became filled with full fledged lust. The door closed, thankfully, as Chris fingered my pussy and moved to my neck, kissing my neck softly. “your pussy feels good, Jane”, he whispered in my ear. He pulled his fingers out, teasing my clit a little as he withdrew. He pressed his body against mine firmly as he moved his fingers to my lips. His wet fingers traced my bottom and top lips.... Leaving the slick wetness of my pussy... The taste of my own pussy.... On my mouth. He looked at my lips for a moment and then kissed me deeply, smoothly. I moaned quietly as I slid my tongue into his mouth. My hands moved to his face, feeling the slight stubble of the end of day. I traced my fingers along his neck, through his hair, as we kissed passionately. His hands were filled with my tits. My knees were weakened, I was thankful he was holding so firmly, helping me stand. With my heels on, we were about the same height – we fit perfectly together. The elevator made a quiet chiming sound when we finally arrived at his floor. He pulled away from me smoothly and backed out of the elevator. He extended his hand to me and I took it in mine. I heard the doors close behind me as we walked to his room. We stood outside the door for a few moments, kissing deeply, my back against the door. We were half undressed by the time we got into the room. We went to the big window that looked out over the city, and I started to close the curtains. “Leave them open”, he said to me, dimming the lights a little. I slipped my dress over my head and stood before him, hoping he liked what he was seeing. His hands went to my waist and pulled me to him. His mouth was all over me, starting at my lips, moving to my neck... Down my body. He unhooked my bra and let my tits free. My nipples firmed up and he looked at me while he sucked one of them into his warm mouth. He sat on the bed and I stood before him, wanting him so badly. With every suck on my nipple, my clit grew firmer and my pussy was more eager to feel his cock. His hands moved to my waist again and pulled my panties down. I was wearing only my stockings and heels. “Touch your pussy, Jane”, he said to me. His hands worked my tits as I moved one of my own hands to my pussy, feeling the silky soft skin of my outer pussy lips. I moved the outer lips apart a bit.... Feeling the warm honey that was waiting within. “Hold your pussy open for me, I want to taste you”, he said. I stood in front of him, holding my pussy open, pushing my hips forward, spreading my legs.... And felt his tongue gently lick my exposed clit. I looked over to the open window, wondering if anyone in the neighboring buildings could see us. I only wondered for a moment, because once he started to suck my clit into his mouth, I didn’t care if anyone could see. I held the back of his head, pressing him into my warm pussy.... The other hand kept the soft lips of my sex open and exposed for him. As good as it felt, I was licking my lips, wanting to see and taste his cock. He stood up and I helped him undress, kissing his body as the layers fell to the floor. His cock was perfect, hard, and thick. He sat back onto the edge of the bed, not rushing. I kneeled on the floor in front if him, looking up to his beautiful eyes. My lips parted and I licked the pre cum off the tip of his cock. I circled the head with my tongue, along the ridge, then opened my mouth further... Lowering my mouth, taking him as far into my mouth as possible. He tasted so good. My hands moved along his muscular thighs, feeling the dark hair on his legs. His hand moved to the back of my head. He did something that opens my sexuality fully – it’s a small thing, but so powerful. His strong hand wound my long, dark hair through his fingers and around – becoming entwined in his fingers. I moaned as I felt him guide me. I moved one hand to my pussy as the other wrapped around his cock. My mouth pleasuring him, my hand pleasuring him. With his free hand he moved my hand from my pussy. “you don’t get to touch yourself yet”, he instructed. My fingers were wet with honey, which he pulled up to his lips and tasted. This turned me on in a powerful way. My clit throbbed as I sucked and licked his cock. I was desperate to touch myself, to find relief. Chris leaned back on the bed, with his legs still off the side of the bed. I was devouring his cock, his balls. Smooth sucking, touching, licking. His legs parted a bit, and I moved my tongue down to his balls, circling the soft skin. He moaned as I circled my tongue all around. When I licked below his balls, he breathed deeply, moaning deeply. I felt his legs open a little wider. My hand was stroking his cock, and I let my tongue go a little lower. I had never licked a man there.... But he really seemed to enjoy it. I was so filled with desire for him, I just wanted him to feel good. I wiggled my tongue below his balls, between his ass.... Licking slowly. I felt the way his body reacted. I loved pleasing him like this. I moved back to his cock, taking him in my mouth, as much as I could. After a few minutes, he sat up and pulled me to him, sitting me on his lap facing him. I wrapped my legs around him, and kissed him deeply. I could feel his hard cock between us, wanting him inside of me. He lifted me up a little and rubbed the tip of his cock against my slick opening. Teasing my clit, he quietly whispered in my ear, “I want you to cum all over my cock”. As he said this, he pulled me down onto him with one smooth motion. I felt my pink pussy lips open for him, and could feel him push all the way in. I moved my body with his. He flipped me over, still inside, and lay on top of me. My legs opened fully, and I felt him thrust into me. We moved from one position to another, finding our rhythm. I loved having him on top of me – the look in his eyes was so lustful. When he turned me around and fucked me from behind, I knew I was going to orgasm quickly. His cock touched me in all the right spots. He grabbed a handful of hair and held on while he fucked me. I told him I was going to cum.... And I did. I’m sure I sounded like a wild a****l. I was groaning, feeling my pussy spasm and coat his cock with my wetness. I thought he would cum with me, but he just held on and moaned. When my orgasm subsided, I turned to him, with his cock still inside me. “I loved feeling you cum on my cock.....” I stayed on my hands and knees. I lowered myself so that only my ass was in the air. I was face down on the bed when I felt him pull out of my pussy. He moved his slick cock up a little, to the tight pink hole. I knew he wanted to fuck my ass. I was still euphoric from my orgasm, and was willing to try it. He pushed a little with his cock, but it wouldn’t go in, of course, on the first try. I loved how the tip of his cock felt against my ass. He slid a few fingers into my pussy and moved them around, getting them nice and wet. He wet my ass with those fingers, massaging my little hole. I moved my hands back to my ass cheeks and pulled them apart a bit. I was completely exposed to him. “mmmm...yeah”, I heard him whisper. I felt his tongue on my ass, which I wasn’t expecting. I moaned into the pillow. It felt fucking amazing. He could tell when I was ready.... And he pressed the tip of his cock into my ass, slowly, but firmly. I felt the tip enter me, and I felt him pause when the head passed through. He spit on his cock a little and slid it back and forth a bit. I was moaning by this point. It hurt a little, but it also was making my body tingle all over. He pressed all the way in. I held my ass open for him as he fucked me – smoothly and slowly at first, then building speed. He went all the way in and was holding tight on my hips. I groaned and told him not to stop.... That I wanted him to cum in my ass. I let my ass cheeks go and moved my hands to my pussy and clit. He hit me with an open hand on the ass... The smack sounded delicious. I could feel a warm spot where his hand had been. I was ready to cum again. Chris told me he was ready to cum... And when I felt his body tense, I let myself cum again at the same time. He pulled out and we collapsed onto the bed, not able to say anything. I could feel his warm cum flowing out of my ass. I just couldn’t get up and didn’t care about the mess :) I closed my eyes for a few minutes and must have drifted off. I awoke to him kissing my exposed breasts. “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist”, he said, smiling. I smiled back and just closed my eyes again, letting him play with and suck on my breasts and nipples. I soon felt his hand on my pussy, playing with my clit. I was surprised that he was ready to go again after what we had just done. I looked at the clock, and realized we had been asl**p for a few hours, not a few minutes. Any thoughts that I had of leaving the room faded quickly as I felt his fingers slide deep into my soft pussy. He was up to his knuckles inside of me. I arched my back as he sucked hard on my breast. He fucked me with three or four fingers slowly and deeply until I came. I could hear the slick sounds of my pussy as the waves of intense pleasure washed through me. I was breathing deeply when the orgasm faded... His fingers still inside. I leaned up to kiss him and expected him to withdraw his fingers. He slowed down, but he didn’t stop fucking me with his fingers. I was exhausted. “I don’t think I can do any more”... I smiled. He smiled back and kissed me again, while rubbing my overly sensitive clit. I started to squirm, feeling overwhelmed. I didn’t think I could cum again so soon – but he touched me just right. I looked at his cock and begged him to put it in my mouth. He climbed on top of me.... And put his cock down into my mouth. I felt his mouth on my pussy, his cock pushing further into my mouth. I had been in the 69 position before, but always on top. I was locked in place beneath him, his cock nearly smothering me. I moaned deeply as he sucked on my clit. I felt his cock filling my mouth, growing bigger. I was pinned under him and it felt amazing. I started to moan and thrust my hips – his mouth was locked onto my clit, not letting go. I felt him tense up and start to cum as he sucked my clit even harder – I was cumming too, as I felt his hot cum spray into my throat. I swallowed and swallowed – I couldn’t have spit it out, even if I had wanted to. He rolled over next to me and kissed me. I wasn’t able to move.... I just lay there sweaty, sticky, and completely satisfied. I knew I should get up and go to my room – I was hoping it wouldn’t be awkward. He watched me dress and then offered to walk me back to my room. I told him it wasn’t necessary, but thanked him. He gave me his card as he kissed my neck. “I’ll be in New York again soon”, he said. I smiled and left the room. “I think I see a return trip in my future – I like New York”, I thought to myself.