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Date: Fri, 04 May 2007 19:10:03 -0400
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Winter In New York (MF, Rom)
The Final Act of Purple Silk and Fall In Washington

(c) 2007 Victor Echo

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
are either the product of the author's disturbed imagination and are
used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead,
undead or mostly harmless, business establishments, events, or locales
is entirely coincidental.

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Truth be told, my first visit to New York was in the early 1970's when
I was five years old.  I do not remember any of it.  I barely remember
my second visit near the end of that decade when my family went.  I
still have my souvenir flag from the United Nations, a body I have
general respect for in terms of its ideals, but not its current
hands-off approach. It could do so much more in my opinion, but I digress.

My third trip to New York City was in 1984 and it was with a dozen
other students from my high school.  We went to see the art and there
is a lot of art in New York City.  I can honestly say I had my fill of
oil and canvas and paint and other media and walked a hundred miles up
and down the island of Manhattan.  It was a nice trip but it did not
endear me to the city.  This is not a reflection on the art, just my
opinion of the city.

I made a trip there in the late 1980s to see a show, do some shopping
and such and it was this trip that convinced me that it would be an
extremely cold day before I ever returned to New York.  I would rather
spend my time in Paris or London or even Los Angeles than return to
that city.

The train to New York left DC at 8 AM and I had a reserved seat on it.
I could have flown, but since September 11, flying is a pain, I had
work to do and it was easier to do it on the train than have to wrestle
with security and then have to get into Manhattan from JFK.  More
pragmatically, she would not be able to get free from work until after
lunch so there really no value to be gained from the speed of flying.
I settled into my seat, my morning coffee and pastry at my arm,
convenient power at hand, plugged in my laptop and set to work.  I had
several projects underway and I was way behind on the paperwork that
goes with them,  project plans to update, budget numbers to rework, it
was all part of the job, even if it was the least enjoyable part of it.
Somewhere between Baltimore and Atlantic City I managed to get my
status reports done and was just finishing up the last of my project
plans when they announced Grand Central would be next.  I quickly began
to pack up and stow the various things that had managed to get loose
and joined the throngs heading for the main concourse.

I hit the grand hall and through one of those magical breaks in the
crowd, there she was.  Black shoes, black jeans, a cream blouse with
enough buttons undone to flash me white lace and skin and her beautiful
face was framed by her raven hair, slightly longer than I remembered
it, but still just as wild.  A three quarter black leather jacket
completed the ensemble.

"Hello," I said as we stepped into each other's arms and the crowd
flowed around us.  "I thought you had to work this morning."

"I was not feeling to well when I woke up this morning," she said with
a smile before she kissed me.  If I had been fatigued after my trip,
that kiss was enough to revive me.  Our lips met like two halves, our
tongues encircled each other like the long lost lovers they were.  "I
am feeling much better now," she sighed into my ear, her body close
to mine.

"I am so very glad to hear it.  I missed you so," I said kissing
her again.

"I missed you, too" she said, turning and taking my hand, trying to
take my briefcase, which I let her do, chuckling slightly at the look
on her face.

"What do you have in here?" she asked handing it back to me.

"Besides my laptop, some documents, a radio, spare parts, vest...,"

"OK, OK, I get the message," she said laughing.  "Are you expecting a
disaster?"

"Always, aren't you?" I asked smiling.  So maybe I also had not
bothered to clean out my case.

We walked across the atrium and out into the cold sunshine of the
January day.  Snow was piled up here and there as we headed to the taxi
stand.  The hotel I was staying at was not one of the big chains.  I
disliked New York enough to know that if I had to be here, I was going
to stay somewhere other than a sterile 'I could be in Cleveland' hotel.
However, I had no clue where it was, so I let the driver do the work
and pulled her close to me as we snuggled on the back seat, not really
saying anything but enjoying the feel of each other.

"How long are you here?" she asked quietly.

"Conference starts on Sunday and runs through Wednesday. I have to
schmooze a couple of people Monday night but beyond that, I am pretty
much clear the entire time," I said kissing her softly.

"Good.  We are staying in tonight and going out tomorrow night.
Sunday we will play by ear," she said, settling herself against my
chest and giving me an almost unobstructed view of her breast and
white lace bra.  It set things stirring in my groin again.

The cab dropped us off at a little hotel overlooking Central Park and
we bustled ourselves inside where I registered, received my key and
was escorted to my room overlooking the park.  It was not large, but
had a small couch, king sized bed and enough room to be comfortable.
I tipped the bellman, closed the door and put my bags down and she
flowed back into my arms for another kiss.

"If you keep this up, you will be naked," I said as we broke our kiss.

"And this would be a problem?" she asked.

"I don't remember seeing you with a bag," I said.

"Did I not mention we were not going out tonight?  Yes? So why would I
need a bag?  We will make love until we are exhausted and sometime
tomorrow, I will sneak home, get my bag and come back before you even
know I am gone," she said, undoing the buttons of my shirt, her coat
already on the back of the chair.

I ran my fingers up her sides, lightly tickling her ribs and causing
her to squirm and turn her head into my chest.  "What if I said we
were going out tonight and what you have on is not suitable?" I said
and then hissed and moaned as her tongue played across my nipple
causing it and my cock to harden as another jolt of energy went
through me.

"I think you need your hearing checked...oohh," she said and then I
squeezed her breasts and ran my thumbs over her hard nipples.

"Oh, I heard you perfectly...mmmm," her tongue had found my other
nipple and she had my shirt undone and was working on my belt and
right then thinking was not something I could do as I began to work on
her buttons.  I had fewer to undo as she had started the process
before she met me at the station.  She got my belt undone before I got
the last button of her blouse, but it was a near thing.  I kept teasing
her nipples and she kept squeezing me through my pants.

I pulled her to me and kissed her as I slipped off my shoes, her hands
pushing my pants off my hips aided by gravity and the weight of my
wallet.  For my part, I removed her blouse and bent my head to kiss
the exposed curve of her breast, letting my fingers play across her
skin and drawing little moans and sighs from her as she just held me.

"It has been so long," she sighed.  "Too long," she started kissing my
chest as undid her bra and pulled it from her body before taking her
breast into my mouth and rolling her nipple between my teeth causing
her to moan and tremble against me, her breathing ragged and she began
pulling at the button on her own jeans.

"Let me," I said slipping one hand against her skin and letting my
fingers tickle the edge of her scar before popping the button open and
sliding the zipper down.  She had already kicked off her shoes and as
soon as I moved to push her pants off her hips her hands were there
helping push both pants and panties off, he scent filling the room as
her pants hit the floor and pulling me over to the bed and throwing
the covers back.  Any breathing male would have gotten the message and
I pushed down my briefs as she moved to the middle of the bed and
pulled me on top of her.

As long as it had been, I had no trouble finding her opening which was
molten and desiring to be filled as much as I desired to fill it.  I
slid into her smoothly, drawing another sigh from her as she wrapped
her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss her.  I tucked my
hands behind her head and kissed her while flexing my hips causing her
to moan more.

"Please," she said lust in her eyes as we broke our kiss and I smiled
at her as I began moving my hips back and forth.  For a few strokes
she simply lay there, her muscles twitching and the she started meeting
my thrusts with her own, our tempo increasing, holding onto each other
until I could last no more and erupted into her, triggering her own
release as she ground against me, refusing to let me back away and
holding me tightly, tears of emotion flowing from her eyes.  I kissed
her tenderly until she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I don't think I realized how much I missed you until now," she said,
pulling me close to her.

"I know how much I missed you," I said kissing her again before
rolling onto my back, pulling her close and covering us.

"Yes, you have told me.  I just wasn't listening," she replied,
drawing lazy circles on my chest. "But you are here now and I am not
going to let the opportunity go.  I would be foolish to wouldn't I?"

"I don't know about foolish, but I we will see if we can rebuild our
bond, how about that?"

"Hmmm, that works," she said lazily as she moved closer against me.
"Should have brought a camera," she said absently.

"I did," I said as she hugged me and kissed me again before snuggling
back into the warm circle of my arms.

We probably drifted a little, not really asleep but not really awake
either, just enjoying each other's touch.

"Were you serious about wanting to go out tonight?" she asked at one
point, feather kisses along my neck, her hand stroking my
semi-soft member.

"No, I wasn't," I replied pulling her to me and kissing her soundly.
"But if you want another round out of me, I need to go to the bathroom
and we should order dinner."  The sun was setting outside the window
and while I wasn't hungry now, I expected to be once she was done with
me.  "So choose your poison and I will be right back."

I went into the bathroom and took care of business and then looked
around.  I was large for a hotel, probably to accommodate the large
spa tub that took up most of the room, although the shower was not
small either.

"I think I know what we can do this evening," I said, coming back into
the main room.

"Oh?  And what is that?" she asked, looking up from the wine list.

"You will see when you go into the bathroom," I said, pausing to pick
up our combined clothes and toss them on to the near by chair.  "Is
the thong for my benefit?" I asked wrapping her in my arms and looking
over her shoulder at the menu.

"You like it?" she asked.

"I never really got to see it, so you will have to model for me in the
morning, but you know I like anything that lets me play with your
ass," I told her, kissing her shoulder.  "Anything good on the menu or
shall I call a steak house?"

"Here, you look and I will be right back.  Turn up the heat a little
too please?"

I took a moment to do that and then looked at the menu.  The selection
was good and the markup on the wine was not too horrible.  I could
find several things to eat and pulled the pad of paper over to me and
made a couple of notes.

"Did you find anything?" she asked as she came back into the room.

"A couple, yes, and wine too."  We took a couple of minutes and
compared notes, coming up with dinner, Champagne and wine.  I dialed
room service while she teased me by playing with my now hardening cock.
I hung up the phone and turned around and she pushed me up against the
desk and replaced her hands with her mouth, her tongue working magic,
my cock rapidly swelling and thickening, my head feeling light.

"That feels so good darling," I said, running my hands through her
hair.  Her fingers were playing lightly with my balls, heightening
the feeling.

"Come lie down," she said pulling me to the bed.  She settled between
my legs and continued to excite me.

"Don't I get to play too?" I asked.

"No," she said between licks and then kissed her way up my body until
she had me between her legs again.  "Just relax," and she slipped me
inside her again.  She held me there and it was wonderful.  I looked
at her for the first time in a long.  She was just as lovely as the
first time I had seen her that day in my cube and later when we
struggled to go back to work.  Her breasts were still a luscious
handful, her body lean despite her arguments to the contrary.  I did
not expect the flawless skin of some air brushed model.  She has lived
an interesting life and every part of her told a part of that story,
but that made her no less attractive, no less desirable and no less
sexy and with her hair already mussed by our first go around, I found
her even more alluring, which translated into a quick pulse through my
cock which brought a little smile to her face.

"I told you to relax," she said grinning and bending down to kiss me.

"Just thinking how beautiful you look my dear," I said, kissing her
back and flexing my hips, which got me a moan of desire from deep
inside her and started her own hips moving ever so slightly, drawing
her velvety insides up and squeezing my cock.  I let my hands drift
over her body, touching and tickling her as she slowly had her way,
her hips moving in a steady rhythm that was quite enjoyable but would
not bring either of us close to the edge anytime soon.  I started to
alternate between lightly pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts
and that was beginning to affect her control.  Her hips were beginning
to move faster and tip forward to drag her swelling clit along my
length with each extraction, drawing a small moan from her on each pull.
I began to focus on her nipples, sitting up and wrapping one breast in
my mouth, my tongue and teeth alternating over her nipple.  Her control
was gone, her hips moving erratically, her breathing ragged, moans and
sounds of pleasure coming from deep inside her.  I managed to slip my
thumb between us, her lips swollen and wet and as it passed over her
hard clit she spasmed around my cock and cried out telling me not to
stop and to hurry up, which I took for permission to thrust into her.
Our rhythm was disconnected, her hips twitching and sliding, my
thrusts regular and deep.  Her eyes widened and she cried out,
slamming down onto me and trembling before falling forward onto my
chest, her breathing ragged as she tried to get air into her lungs.  I
gently stroked her back as she regained herself.

"What did you do to me?" she asked a few minutes later, still
trembling slightly.

"Nothing darling, you did all the work," I said smiling.

"You didn't come?" she asked.

"No, but that doesn't matter, you will take care of that later I'm
sure.  We should get presentable, dinner will be here soon."

"Hmmm, you get presentable," she said rolling off me.  "I am going to
take a nap."  With that, she rolled over and closed her eyes.  I
chuckled slightly; made sure she was covered and went to take a
quick shower.

I was just pulling on a robe when there was a knock at the door.  I
made sure she was covered and went to open the door.  Dinner arrived
on two trolleys and the stewards set everything up in quiet efficiency
and were gone just as quietly.  I moved around and found a napkin and
opened the Champagne.  After pouring two glasses, I turned to find her
awake, lying on her stomach and looking at me, a sleepy smile on
her face.

"Go take a shower, you will feel much better," I said and she shook
her head no and held out her hand.  I passed the glass I had poured
for her and she looked into my eye.  "To not being apart any longer
than we have to," she said and that was a toast I could drink to.

"Now I will go and shower," she said handing me her glass and getting
out of bed.  She was beautiful.

"Hurry or I will drink all of your Champagne," I said as I watched her
pert ass go around the corner.

"Don't you dare," she said back, turning the water on.

I scuttled around setting up the appetizers and had everything
presentable by the time she emerged, wrapped in her own robe.  I
pulled out the chair for her and kissed her once she was settled and
moved around to my own.  Dinner was restful occasion, talk moving
easily from one subject to the other with innuendo and flirting mixed
in good measure.  Dessert was a shared affair of cake and mouse in the
comfort of the tub with more flirting and more than a little teasing
and petting. She was too sensitive to have me focus on her too much
and after drying off, we snuggled into bed, happy and content.

"I could get used to this," she murmured.

"So could I, darling, so could I," I replied as we drifted off to sleep.

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