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It was one of those nights. We met on the corner of 6th and 57th; real close to Central Park. Then we went there. It was winter, so snow was piled high on the ground and yet the horses were still trotting. Money was no object that night so I hailed one and we clambered on board. The horse was huge, white, majestic. It snorted and steam rose from its coarse breath. The driver jerked the reins and we jumped forwards. I bit my tongue. This was my night.
The sound of hoofbeats filled the air. Before and behind us various other carriages moved, but who pays heed when their attention is so strongly within their own world? We slid into and between patches of darkness, and every time we did I stole a kiss or more. I liked to touch you, roughly, when nobody was looking. It made me feel big and powerful, especially because you sat there and did nothing but accept. Like I said, this was my night, and I was going to make sure you knew it.
After a half hour or so - that's being generous, of course - we drew up and alighted the cart. I watched as you petted the horse and murmured how you'd love to own one. Yeah, yeah, very interesting. I pointed out the skating pond and we went over to watch idiots falling on their asses and making fools of themselves. I'd always told you I was a good skater and I wasn't about to prove it, but you wanted to go on. I obliged. Maybe tonight I felt like being selfish but let's lie and say I'm inherently giving, so you got this little thing. We went on the ice. You wobbled and I held you up. I gripped your hands tight as anything and felt your breasts beneath your jacket. To anybody it looked like we were best friends trying to stay straight together. If only they knew. I showed you the basics and you followed me. I showed you how to spin, a move we call 'Spread Eagle' back where I come from, and you managed a shitty version of it. I was pleased. I thought about how perhaps I'd get you to do the Spread Eagle at the hotel as well.
Finally our time was up and we came off the ice. By then I was thirsty so we went to a bar. I told you to sit down and went to the bar. I wanted to get you drunk, so I ordered cocktails. Pitchers. I carried them to the table and put down the glasses, pouring generously. You smiled and told me what we were drinking. Now that you were trained as a bartender, it was almost endearing to see your enthusiasm. Then I told you to shut up and pushed your glass at you. You obeyed and drank it in one. Tasty. I took my time over my drink and simply watched as you continued. As time and liquor passed, you became more flirtatious. After a while, I decided you should stop drinking and we left.
It was cold out and you were shivering so I gave you my jacket. The December air froze me but I would never in years admit it. We stumbled through the snow to our hotel. It wasn't the best, but wasn't the worst either. We'd experienced that before and both swore never again. You especially.
Inside, we used key cards and attacked the mini bar. I poured you a drink and treated myself too. I told you to open the bag in my case and to take what was inside into the bathroom and put it on. You obeyed without question. I lay back on the bed for a while, sipping at my drink leisurely and gazing up at the dull white ceiling, counting cracks. Eventually, I heard the brush of the bathroom door slipping over the carpet and raised my head. You were wearing the silk nightgown I had brought for you, a thin silver material that danced enticingly over your thighs. I nodded with approval. It was too small, like I'd planned, and you could see every bump and curve with painful delicacy. After a few moments of silent appreciation, I spoke. "Come here."
You seemed abashed, but did as I said. The nightgown shimmered on you and made you luminous. The lights were off but the curtains were open, and the light from the moon that fought its way through lit up your skin like a thousand silver candles. I was enthralled, but determined not to show it. "Come here."
You walked over. I lay on the bed and you stood at the side. I slid a cold hand up the outside of your thigh, beneath the gown, moving over the curve of your hip and behind and up and further still. You held your breath and didn't know that I could tell. After making you wait for a long time, I moved my hand so it touched your inner thigh. I would slide up and down, getting close enough to your depth that I could feel heat before moving my hand away. You were too timid to admit your frustration at my actions. Once I was bored, I moved over and patted the bed. You sat, then lay down beside me. I decided we were cold and pulled the covers over. I was still fully clothed.
Unasked by me, you began to take my clothes off. I let you, as I was starting to feel a little warm myself. Before I knew it, I was wearing only a t-shirt and my underwear. I took off my bra myself, but left everything else. I moved onto my side so I was beside you and touched your inner thigh. I moved my hand up, feeling you out, exploring the way your skin moved beneath my hand and how you shuddered whenever I got close to your heart. It pleased me how much I was arousing you. I was especially gratified that you'd chosen to wear no underwear. The small details are what makes us sure. I suddenly leapt my hand up and pressed into your pussy before pulling away and telling you to roll over. Your gasp of shock, relief and pleasure came after the fact. You were too slow. And reluctantly, and painfully, you rolled over onto your stomach.
I caressed your ass. Your breathing was audible beneath my hand, but occasionally I would slide up to the small of your back just to feel it. My fingers were sticky with your wetness and I saved it for later use. I was smiling. You couldn't see that. I didn't want you to. I let you feel my nails over your soft skin and you moaned and shook beneath me when I dragged them over your ass, knowing full well that it was painful. That was only the beginning. I let you simmer for a while. And then I shoved my hand between your thighs and rammed two fingers into your cunt, suddenly fucking you as violently as all hell breaking loose. You nearly screamed with all aforementioned: the joy, the pleasure, the surprise, the relief and within mere seconds I felt your walls begin to tighten around my fingers. That's when I stopped. I was going to make you come tonight but I was also going to make you wait for it. In the interlude I used my soaked fingers to slide into your ass. That was a bad idea because you loved that just as much, if not more, than when I had dug into your pussy.
Your reactions fed me. Suddenly I lost control and forgot my plans. I kept my two fingers inside you but made you spin yourself on them so you were on your back. By then I was crouched between your legs. I plunged my thumb into your cunt and pushed my tongue onto your clit. I knew just how to fuck you that way. I knew just how much pressure to put here and there and there again to drive you wild. And when you came it was like heaven to me. It was like every joy imaginable wrapped into one moment of unimaginable pride in pleasure. It was when thoughts suspended themselves and all that existed in time was your muscles gripping onto me. For as long as I could make it last.
After you were tired and I rolled you onto your side. I flopped down behind you and flung an arm over your stomach, pulling you close. As you fell asleep I held you for hours, for the whole night, dreaming of what happened and dreaming your dreams.
The sound of hoofbeats filled the air. Before and behind us various other carriages moved, but who pays heed when their attention is so strongly within their own world? We slid into and between patches of darkness, and every time we did I stole a kiss or more. I liked to touch you, roughly, when nobody was looking. It made me feel big and powerful, especially because you sat there and did nothing but accept. Like I said, this was my night, and I was going to make sure you knew it.
After a half hour or so - that's being generous, of course - we drew up and alighted the cart. I watched as you petted the horse and murmured how you'd love to own one. Yeah, yeah, very interesting. I pointed out the skating pond and we went over to watch idiots falling on their asses and making fools of themselves. I'd always told you I was a good skater and I wasn't about to prove it, but you wanted to go on. I obliged. Maybe tonight I felt like being selfish but let's lie and say I'm inherently giving, so you got this little thing. We went on the ice. You wobbled and I held you up. I gripped your hands tight as anything and felt your breasts beneath your jacket. To anybody it looked like we were best friends trying to stay straight together. If only they knew. I showed you the basics and you followed me. I showed you how to spin, a move we call 'Spread Eagle' back where I come from, and you managed a shitty version of it. I was pleased. I thought about how perhaps I'd get you to do the Spread Eagle at the hotel as well.
Finally our time was up and we came off the ice. By then I was thirsty so we went to a bar. I told you to sit down and went to the bar. I wanted to get you drunk, so I ordered cocktails. Pitchers. I carried them to the table and put down the glasses, pouring generously. You smiled and told me what we were drinking. Now that you were trained as a bartender, it was almost endearing to see your enthusiasm. Then I told you to shut up and pushed your glass at you. You obeyed and drank it in one. Tasty. I took my time over my drink and simply watched as you continued. As time and liquor passed, you became more flirtatious. After a while, I decided you should stop drinking and we left.
It was cold out and you were shivering so I gave you my jacket. The December air froze me but I would never in years admit it. We stumbled through the snow to our hotel. It wasn't the best, but wasn't the worst either. We'd experienced that before and both swore never again. You especially.
Inside, we used key cards and attacked the mini bar. I poured you a drink and treated myself too. I told you to open the bag in my case and to take what was inside into the bathroom and put it on. You obeyed without question. I lay back on the bed for a while, sipping at my drink leisurely and gazing up at the dull white ceiling, counting cracks. Eventually, I heard the brush of the bathroom door slipping over the carpet and raised my head. You were wearing the silk nightgown I had brought for you, a thin silver material that danced enticingly over your thighs. I nodded with approval. It was too small, like I'd planned, and you could see every bump and curve with painful delicacy. After a few moments of silent appreciation, I spoke. "Come here."
You seemed abashed, but did as I said. The nightgown shimmered on you and made you luminous. The lights were off but the curtains were open, and the light from the moon that fought its way through lit up your skin like a thousand silver candles. I was enthralled, but determined not to show it. "Come here."
You walked over. I lay on the bed and you stood at the side. I slid a cold hand up the outside of your thigh, beneath the gown, moving over the curve of your hip and behind and up and further still. You held your breath and didn't know that I could tell. After making you wait for a long time, I moved my hand so it touched your inner thigh. I would slide up and down, getting close enough to your depth that I could feel heat before moving my hand away. You were too timid to admit your frustration at my actions. Once I was bored, I moved over and patted the bed. You sat, then lay down beside me. I decided we were cold and pulled the covers over. I was still fully clothed.
Unasked by me, you began to take my clothes off. I let you, as I was starting to feel a little warm myself. Before I knew it, I was wearing only a t-shirt and my underwear. I took off my bra myself, but left everything else. I moved onto my side so I was beside you and touched your inner thigh. I moved my hand up, feeling you out, exploring the way your skin moved beneath my hand and how you shuddered whenever I got close to your heart. It pleased me how much I was arousing you. I was especially gratified that you'd chosen to wear no underwear. The small details are what makes us sure. I suddenly leapt my hand up and pressed into your pussy before pulling away and telling you to roll over. Your gasp of shock, relief and pleasure came after the fact. You were too slow. And reluctantly, and painfully, you rolled over onto your stomach.
I caressed your ass. Your breathing was audible beneath my hand, but occasionally I would slide up to the small of your back just to feel it. My fingers were sticky with your wetness and I saved it for later use. I was smiling. You couldn't see that. I didn't want you to. I let you feel my nails over your soft skin and you moaned and shook beneath me when I dragged them over your ass, knowing full well that it was painful. That was only the beginning. I let you simmer for a while. And then I shoved my hand between your thighs and rammed two fingers into your cunt, suddenly fucking you as violently as all hell breaking loose. You nearly screamed with all aforementioned: the joy, the pleasure, the surprise, the relief and within mere seconds I felt your walls begin to tighten around my fingers. That's when I stopped. I was going to make you come tonight but I was also going to make you wait for it. In the interlude I used my soaked fingers to slide into your ass. That was a bad idea because you loved that just as much, if not more, than when I had dug into your pussy.
Your reactions fed me. Suddenly I lost control and forgot my plans. I kept my two fingers inside you but made you spin yourself on them so you were on your back. By then I was crouched between your legs. I plunged my thumb into your cunt and pushed my tongue onto your clit. I knew just how to fuck you that way. I knew just how much pressure to put here and there and there again to drive you wild. And when you came it was like heaven to me. It was like every joy imaginable wrapped into one moment of unimaginable pride in pleasure. It was when thoughts suspended themselves and all that existed in time was your muscles gripping onto me. For as long as I could make it last.
After you were tired and I rolled you onto your side. I flopped down behind you and flung an arm over your stomach, pulling you close. As you fell asleep I held you for hours, for the whole night, dreaming of what happened and dreaming your dreams.