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Authors: Scarlett Avery
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from this vantage point—I guess for today I’m able to enjoy a view of the city very few will ever be privileged enough to soak in.
There’s not a cloud in the sky and I’m able to see as far as the eye can see. Wow! This is truly outstanding. When I feel safe enough and realize no one can catch sight of me this high up, I get closer. I lift my hands up at the level of my waist and I place the tips of my fingers against the glass as I take in every possible angle of this magnificent city. Maybe if I get all the way up on my toes I can see even further. I swearif I squint hard enough, I most likely could catch a glimpse of Coney Island from Max’s penthouse.
I’m lost in my thoughts, soaking in Manhattan’s beauty, when his voice startles me.
“And here I was thinking I already had a spectacular view to wake up to every morning, but seeing the sun shine against your naked body is truly a vision.”
His comment freaks me out and I immediately turn around, struggling to hide my body. No, no, no, this cannot be happening. He can’t see me without clothes on. It’s too bright and I have too many lumps.
“Candy, you can’t possibly be shy. Surely not after the way I fucked you last night.”
“Oh, I didn’t expect you to catch me like this. I was trying to find something to cover up with.”
“Why in God’s name would you ever hide your gorgeous body from my eyes?”
“I don’t usually walk around naked in front of men,” I let out shyly before lowering my eyes. As I look down to the floor, I catch sight of his left arm and admire his body art from under my lashes. I wonder what the story behind it is and why his skin is so uneven under my touch.
“The boys you’ve dated in the past are fools for not demanding you expose yourself to them twenty-four seven. When you’re around me I want to be able to admire your beautiful curves as often as I can—preferably naked.”
As always, his words are intoxicating, but suddenly I feel very insecure about being here at his place. I’m starting to have serious doubts about last night. It might be best for me to leave now.
“Max, maybe last night was a mistake. Maybe we got carried away with the food, the champagne, the mood and the view. It’s not too late to forget taking things too far,” I confess, biting my lower lip.
“You want to call what we shared a mistake? Or are you too scared to acknowledge our strong connection?” He glides towards me and I turn away to avoid the sight of his budding erection. “Is it the age difference? I’m sure I’m older than most of the other men you’ve been with.”
“Yes, you are, but it’s more than your age.”
“What is it? Tell me, because I can’t see it.”
“I’m sure you want to take good care of the legacy your uncle left you. Don’t worry, I love your collections and it won’t be too difficult for me to give them a positive review since they are so flattering to plus-size women.” I switch into this detached corporate persona, hoping to protect my feelings when he also comes to the realization we moved too quickly last night.
He doesn’t answer. He simply stares down at me with a dark and serious gaze. Even with my hands covering my breasts and my pussy, I feel more naked than ever in front of him. I’m so nervous right now, conscious of his disapproving gaze, and I continue to babble, unable to withstand the silence. “I mean really, look at me, I must be nothing like the women you’re used to sleeping with. You must be on a steady diet of beautiful models.”
“You’re right. I do have a thing for models.”
A sinking feeling hits me like a rock. I knew it.
“My uncle’s divisions have given me plenty of opportunities to date a few gorgeous models—as long as they were plus-size beauties.”
Huh? Did he say he’s dated plus-size models?
“My father, who is as WASP and as Anglo as can be, has always worshipped women with curves. He’s instilled in me the love of big tits
There’s not a cloud in the sky and I’m able to see as far as the eye can see. Wow! This is truly outstanding. When I feel safe enough and realize no one can catch sight of me this high up, I get closer. I lift my hands up at the level of my waist and I place the tips of my fingers against the glass as I take in every possible angle of this magnificent city. Maybe if I get all the way up on my toes I can see even further. I swearif I squint hard enough, I most likely could catch a glimpse of Coney Island from Max’s penthouse.
I’m lost in my thoughts, soaking in Manhattan’s beauty, when his voice startles me.
“And here I was thinking I already had a spectacular view to wake up to every morning, but seeing the sun shine against your naked body is truly a vision.”
His comment freaks me out and I immediately turn around, struggling to hide my body. No, no, no, this cannot be happening. He can’t see me without clothes on. It’s too bright and I have too many lumps.
“Candy, you can’t possibly be shy. Surely not after the way I fucked you last night.”
“Oh, I didn’t expect you to catch me like this. I was trying to find something to cover up with.”
“Why in God’s name would you ever hide your gorgeous body from my eyes?”
“I don’t usually walk around naked in front of men,” I let out shyly before lowering my eyes. As I look down to the floor, I catch sight of his left arm and admire his body art from under my lashes. I wonder what the story behind it is and why his skin is so uneven under my touch.
“The boys you’ve dated in the past are fools for not demanding you expose yourself to them twenty-four seven. When you’re around me I want to be able to admire your beautiful curves as often as I can—preferably naked.”
As always, his words are intoxicating, but suddenly I feel very insecure about being here at his place. I’m starting to have serious doubts about last night. It might be best for me to leave now.
“Max, maybe last night was a mistake. Maybe we got carried away with the food, the champagne, the mood and the view. It’s not too late to forget taking things too far,” I confess, biting my lower lip.
“You want to call what we shared a mistake? Or are you too scared to acknowledge our strong connection?” He glides towards me and I turn away to avoid the sight of his budding erection. “Is it the age difference? I’m sure I’m older than most of the other men you’ve been with.”
“Yes, you are, but it’s more than your age.”
“What is it? Tell me, because I can’t see it.”
“I’m sure you want to take good care of the legacy your uncle left you. Don’t worry, I love your collections and it won’t be too difficult for me to give them a positive review since they are so flattering to plus-size women.” I switch into this detached corporate persona, hoping to protect my feelings when he also comes to the realization we moved too quickly last night.
He doesn’t answer. He simply stares down at me with a dark and serious gaze. Even with my hands covering my breasts and my pussy, I feel more naked than ever in front of him. I’m so nervous right now, conscious of his disapproving gaze, and I continue to babble, unable to withstand the silence. “I mean really, look at me, I must be nothing like the women you’re used to sleeping with. You must be on a steady diet of beautiful models.”
“You’re right. I do have a thing for models.”
A sinking feeling hits me like a rock. I knew it.
“My uncle’s divisions have given me plenty of opportunities to date a few gorgeous models—as long as they were plus-size beauties.”
Huh? Did he say he’s dated plus-size models?
“My father, who is as WASP and as Anglo as can be, has always worshipped women with curves. He’s instilled in me the love of big tits
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