It Was An Autumn Evening

I had worked late, as I have to do all too often. I was tired and although I hadn't had anything to eat since a salad for lunch I didn't feel all that hungry. I knew that I should go home, but I wanted to have a drink first, something to unwind. I stopped at the bistro on the corner of Lexington and sat in a chair at the end of the bar. Danny was behind the bar as usual, a cute guy, friendly, and gay as all get out. He provided to be a safe conversationalist for me and a confidant.

"Hi, Sabi, you look tired, poor dear. They still working your cute tushy off?"

"Yeah. another 12-hour day, **** it all. Can I have a martini?"

"Sure it won't make you pass out on my bar? I mean, I wouldn't mind having to take you home and seeing your place, I might even LOVE seeing all your dresses, but I can't leave the bar unattended."

"Silly boy... one won't hurt me."

I sipped it when he brought it back... ice cold, sharp as a razor, clean tasting as a mountain stream... ahhhhhh.... just what I needed. The alcohol did make me relax quickly... so good. I was thinking of having a second when you came up to me.

"You've had enough." you said, and your hand came down on mine. I looked up at you... and almost melted in my seat.

You stood there, a few inches over 6 feet... brown hair, neat, but still casual, blue eyes, clear and piercing blue eyes, you mouth was set, neither smiling nor frowning. Your clothes fitted your body perfectly, you were in a bluesuit with a blue and white ******** shirt, a paisley tie... tailored, elegant... your watch was gold, a Baume and Mercier... oh my god...

"Why... why... why not?" I couldn't believe it... I had trouble speaking... I tried to shake my head to clear it... your hand tightened on mine just a little... but just enough.

"Really, one martini at this time of night is enough for you. Another would make you sleepy and a bit drunk. I don't think I want you drunk."

"But, you don't think... why, uh, why..... what difference does it make to me what you want?" I couldn't believe I was still sitting there... I couldn't believe I hadn't taken charge of the situation, turned the tables on you, had you backing off, had you eating out of my hand.... I could feel myself getting warm.

"It's time for you to come with me. Now." You gave just the faintest tug on my wrist, your other arm came up and supported my elbow and I found that I had gotten off the chair and was walking with you. "Oh, Daniel, you will find money for Sabrina's drink at my place." How did you know my name? Who were you?

Yet I said nothing and walked out with you. We turned left and walked halfway down the block before coming to the new luxury condo that was profiled in the Times Real Estate Section, a building so expensive I wouldn't have even dared to come to one of its open houses! You walked in and the doorman actually tipped his hat to you.

"Good evening, Mr. Lang," and he held the elevator door open for us. You pushed the top floor button.

"Mr. Lang?" I asked, finally finding my voice. "Any first name?"

You smiled down at me for a second before answering... the smile was genuine, I could tell, but I wasn't sure what it meant. "Rex. You should just call me ... Rex." The elevator stopped and we got out. One door was ahead of us and you opened it casually. "Now, it's time for you to get ready for bed."

"Well, hold on a second," I began... but then stopped. Your face had changed, it was tighter, harder, the lines around your mouth had become deeper.... just how old were you, I remember wondering... 40? 50? Where had you learned this casual authority? The military? What did you want?

What did I want?

"Sabrina... you can leave right now if you want. You can walk right out that door, take the elevator down to the ground floor and never come back. Understand, I am NOT forcing you to stay. If you want to go, go now. But if you want to stay, then stay but do NOT argue with me. If you stay, stay because you want to stay with me... stay because you want to please me as well as yourself. Stay if you wish -- but if you stay, understand that this is my house, and you are here because I brought you here. Leave, or stay. And if you stay, understand that we will go to bed, and you will be mine."

I stood and looked up at you...

SabrinaNYC SabrinaNYC
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16 Responses Jul 26, 2010

With you off me the sweat dries in the cool air... I feel my nipples harden with the faint breeze.. I put a hand up on your head... I do not want to leave this place... I do not want to leave you... I wonder if you would keep me... here... with you.... forever....

My ****** comes just as I feel your ***** hitting against my cervix... your penis, swollen to its maximum, jumping inside me, just as your body pushes against my ****... "Ohhhhh, OHHHHHHHH< OHHHH!!!! Oh, God, Oh, REx, OH, God, Oh, oh. oh......." We slow down....<br />
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Your weight settles down more on me, although you support most of it with your arms... I lie there, my legs fall from your back to the floor... your penis, now flaccid, slips from my tightening vagina, I feel our fluids begin to leak, our sweat too now runs down us.<br />
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My eyes are closed.... I bask in the afterglow.... I hear your voice... "Sabrina." <br />
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"Hmmmm... yes?"<br />
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"Well, Sabrina... what are you thinking now?"<br />
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I can't help smiling a little... "That I didn't have my diaphragm with me to put in."

God, damn... WTF? We rolled over off the bed, you are now beneath me... for one brief second I am a bit stunned... but then realize how lucky I have been that you cushioned the fall... I felt you slip out of me on the way down and I quickly grab your **** and pump it to keep your erection hard... you are on the floor beneath me, the sweat glistening on your body, your breath coming in hard gasps... I edge up on top of you and raise myself up... position your **** right at my wet opening, then come down on you, inserting you in me as far as you can go... I feel your engorged phallus fill me up, rubbing against my intimate walls, pushing against my G-spot. I roll myself forward on you so that your pubic bone massages my ****...<br />
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"OH, GOD YES, OHhhhhhh" It feels so good, so good, I get into the rhythm... rise up on you, slide down(!), roll forward... again, again...."OHHHHHH!!" I am getting close... <br />
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Then you roll onto your side, I am over onto the floor, you are on top of me... out of me again. Once more i almost cry in frustration... I was SO CLOSE to *******... you are kneeling above me... your massive **** standing out at attention... huge in my sight...

Fall gently please! We don't want anyone getting hurt in the midst of all of this passion...

So both of you know, I am enjoying this immensely. Rex, little more graphic on the action down there.. Sabrina... needing a good F***, She hasn't climaxed yet.. Rex.. few more strokes may do the trick on the floor.. let's hear it.

I am almost crying from frustration.... I am on the edge of *******... ******* hard.... you are not letting me reach my climax.... I want to scream... I want to ***... I want to feel you in me.... NOW... but you have turned me over... you have my arms pinned... you are laying top of me... heavy... I try to raise my *** so your hand can reach my box... but you are too heavy... your mouth is on my shoulders... on my back... you are sliding down me... your lips reach my ***... I manage to raise my self up <br />
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"Please... take me from behind... TAKE ME... Grab my hair... **** ME, PLEASE!"

I was on fire... burning hot... your fingers deep in me, I felt them moving in my vagina, rubbing against my g-spot... then outside me again, firmly, rhythmically on my ****... your lips on mine... and then on my breasts, my nipples!!! My back arched... I heard noises... ANIMAL noises... I knew, vaguely, distantly, that they were coming from me... my nails were on your back, pulling you into me... my legs were thrashing on the bed... oh god, oh god, oh god... I was *******... I was *******...<br />
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"**** me... please... I want you in me.... please.... PLEASE!"

If you had asked me if I liked having ***** on me just an hour before this evening began I would have made a sarcastic remark to you. Spilling ***** and vaginal fluid is a part of sex, but not necessarily part that turned me on. Giving oral sex was not even my favorite part of love making. But that night... that night... <br />
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That night I felt your *** hit my face... my breasts, felt it run down me, drip down me... it felt right... it felt natural... it felt good. <br />
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With your ***** dripping down from my chin... running down my body... I looked up at you. "Thank you, thank you." I said. I took my hand from behind you and ran my fingers through your ***... gathering some up... then put those fingers into my mouth, sucking your fluid from my hand... licking it up... then I gathered some from my breasts and brought it to my vagina, rubbing it over my **** and opening.<br />
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Then I leaned forward, put my arms around you, and buried my face against you, holding you to me.

My memories of the next few minutes are hazy, unsure... I remember feeling your hands on me... I remember our lips meeting... I remember our tongues circling each other... I remember feeling a desire so intense that it burned in my stomach... I remember feeling myself floating in your arms... our lips still clenched... moving through the air with you... I remember feeling the bed at my back... you standing before me, slowly removing your shirt... <br />
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I watched as your shirt came off... then saw you stand on one foot, then the other... heard faintly your shoes hit the ground... my arms were above my head... my body stretched before you... your t-shirt came off and I saw you unbuckle your belt.... suddenly I knew what I had to do... knew it as I had never known anything before....<br />
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I rose from the bed in one liquid motion and came down on my knees before you... I moved my hands in between yours and unfastened your pants... I looked up at your face ... you had a slightly puzzled look on you...<br />
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"Please... let me... let me... " <br />
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Your hands dropped to your sides... "If you wish..."<br />
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"I do." On my knees before you I unzipped you... on my knees before you I pulled your pants down... on my knees before you I put my hands inside the elastic of your boxers and eased them over your engorged manhood... down to your ankles... on my knees before you I helped you raise one leg, then the other, moving your pants away.... on my knees before you I help your lovely penis in my hand... on my knees before you I placed it in my mouth... closing my lips around you... feeling your soft, warm skin on my tongue, tasting your precum in my mouth. I put my other hand around your pelvis, feeling your ***, pulling you gently towards me...<br />
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Yours... yours... yours....

I stood before you naked. I had never stood before a stranger this way before... doctors, nurses, lovers, sure, but not a stranger like you. I stood there, feeling your eyes on me, and felt a weight lift from my shoulders. I do not know what that weight was, but suddenly being naked in front of you felt like the most correct thing to do in the world. I felt as if my nakedness belonged to you as well as to me.<br />
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You held out your arms to me and I felt drawn to them as an iron shaving to a magnet. My feet moved on their own, of their own volition... I could not have stayed away from you anymore than I could have flown or turned color... I moved to you.... slowly, yes, but steadily. <br />
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I came right before you... your arms were still held out for me... I stayed just beyond your touch for a moment... you clothed, in the chair... me standing nude before you.... then I sank to my knees before you... I placed one hand on each of your thighs... I looked up at your face....<br />
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"I am yours."

I heard you answer me, telling me to undress for you... to get up and walk to the window... I almost wept... I did not want to leave you ... I did not want to feel your warmth leave me... I did not want to surrender the feeling of having you against me... I did not want to have your arms go from around me.<br />
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I let myself slip from your lap... I lacked the energy at first to even stand. It was as if my body had turned to liquid and I poured onto the floor, there at your feet. I sat there, dazed... how had I gotten there? What was I doing? <br />
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I pulled the hair back from my face. I pulled myself up using your knees. I got to my feet and as if in a dream half walked, half stumbled to the window. I got to it and stood, my right palm against the glass looking out. I stood and starred.... the city was spread out below me... I could see the cars, the cabs going up and down Park Avenue.... I could see the other lighted windows... far above the lights from a jet engine winked at me.<br />
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I knew I was at a turning point, that no matter what I did next I would not get back to the place I had just been in minutes ago. Whatever step I took now would be, in some measure, irreversible. What would it be? What would I do?<br />
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I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. All I knew was that the feeling I had just had sitting on your lap was one that echoed deep within me... that called to me from somewhere primordially within me. I wanted back to that spot as a baby wishes to be held.<br />
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I pulled my hand from the glass window and shrugged off my jacket... unbottoned my blouse... unhooked my skirt.<br />
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I let my blouse fall from me... stepped out of my skirt... then my half slip. I took my bra straps from my shoulders, reversed the bra, unhooked it and let it fall. I stood with my back to you, but with most of my nakedness to the window.<br />
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I turned and faced you.

I had no idea at the time why it was so, but the scene was having a hypnotic effect upon me... your voice, the music, the night, the alcohol... I seemed to be in a daze... as if part of my will had gone out of me and into you.... or the night... I heard you thank me for my panties and I felt your lips on my forehead... a small kiss, yet I felt my eyes close involuntarily at the feeling... I felt my knees get weaker... even as I felt warmer.<br />
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You took my hand and any thought of saying "no" went out of my head... you sat down and I followed your lead... I sat on your lap. I could feel your thighs beneath mine. I was not used to being in this position, I was usually uncomfortable in it. Yet the feeling of your hand on my knee reassures me. <br />
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I feel your fingers touch my face... my eyes close again. I feel warmer... I feel something I was totally unused to, a ... a... regression... I could feel my sense of separateness recede .... my sense of independence lessen... I inhaled deeply... a masculine scent came to my nose... the scent of man, of tobacco, of leather and alcohol... it was intoxicating... I felt for a second as I did when I was a little girl and fell asleep in my Daddy's arms... warm, protected, loved, childlike.<br />
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I tried shaking my head a little to clear it... then heard your voice, deep and comforting... telling me to relax and trust you...<br />
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Who were you to make me feel this way? How were you accomplishing this?<br />
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From beneath me I could feel your male member poking me gently, not yet fully tumescent.... I opened my eyes and looked down at you. For some reason I was filled with a hunger for you, I felt an emptiness within me... I wanted to feel more of you, to taste you, to pull you into me.... yet I also felt at that same time a sense of powerlessness... a sense of needing direction... a feeling that I needed to yield my impulses to another's direction.<br />
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I felt my muscles weaken and I leaned against you in the chair... my body against yours... your arm came from my back and went around me... I found only enough energy on my own to ask, "What would you like me to do?"

I went to the bathroom off the entry way... no need to up the pace here by going into the bedroom. I rolled my hose off and slipped my panties down as soon as I had the door closed. I dropped my hose into my purse, then sniffed at the panties... hmmmm.... I carefully turned them inside out and rubbed the cotton crotch against my vagina... sniffed again... yes, the scent was much stronger now.<br />
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I used the toilet, washed my hands, applied some fresh lipstick and perfume, put my panties into my jacket pocket and left.<br />
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I heard the stereo going as I walked back into the living room. You were standing by the center window looking out at the night, sipping from a brandy glass. I knew that you would be able to see my reflection in the glass as I came in, knew that you would be watching me that way. I came in and walked to the drinks tray. I glanced at the bottles and found a Cerbois Armagnac... holy ****!... and poured myself a finger of it. <br />
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I stood looking at you for a moment... I didn't have you figured out yet... could you be for real? Could you be the One? <br />
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I walked over and stood next to you. You said nothing for a second and then turned just a bit towards me. "Your panties, Sabrina. You must take them off and give them to me." My hand was on them in my pocket. I pulled them out without saying anything or looking at you and moved them to your jacket pocket.<br />
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I took a sip of the Armagnac.

I can't say I was totally surprised when you took my feet off the table. It was one of the possible responses... in fact, probably the best. I looked up at you with renewed respect. A stupid man might have tried to drag me or force me to my feet... and a potential ***** whipee would have not known what to do.... but you did the right thing. Hmmmmm.<br />
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I stood up and grabbed my purse. "Yes, well, in a second, maybe, but first, I really have to use your rest room. Where is it? Or should I find it myself? Or do you want to take me to it?"

I remember listening to you, taking another sip of wine, and then looking out the window... out across several Manhattan blocks, seeing the lights from the other buildings... the distant stars. It was magical, of course. I enjoyed sitting there. <br />
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I looked around the apartment. The artwork looked genuine, no reproductions... I didn't know enough to be able to say whether it was expensive or not, but it looked good. The emotions in the paintings seemed genuine and valid. They gave off good feelings. The rugs were Persian and again, while I couldn't have then commented on their level of sophistication I did know enough to know that each of them cost more than the average monthly rent for a small apartment. I felt safe and comfortable in the space.<br />
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"I like it here. I think I'll stay." I said, and tilted the chair back, putting my feet on the table.

Osetra from Caviar Russe over on Madison... a Joseph Phelps Cabernet Sauvignon, a well aged brie... so I could tell you were pulling out all the stops... but what was your game? You had the natural command about you that I have been looking for since I was 12 or so... the easy air of authority... the self-possession that surpasses any other characteristic of sexy in a man.... it had worked on me in the bistro and in the walk here.... but now I was calming down, not, I admit, without a bit of self-discipline... I mean, you were sexy as all HELL!<br />
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I sipped the wine a bit more and then probed....<br />
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I did not agree to your conditions, you know. I am here on my own sufferance... my own volition. I agreed to nothing... said nothing..." I raised one eyebrow at you, over my glass, "I mean, the Waterford Crystal says a lot about you.... but it doesn't give you permission to put words in my mouth."<br />
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I waited for your answer.