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Authors: Ashley Pullo
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Station.” Oxygen returns to my brain as our mouths part.
“Zach, I would love to have dinner with you, I just don’t know when I will be done.” The train stops so he grabs his bag and my book and I start to stand. Zach pulls me back down to him and places his hand gently on my cheek.
“Natalie, tu es belle et intelligente, mais tu ne comprends même pas ce que je te dis. On a besoin d’explorer le plaisir afin d’oublier la douleur.”
I raise my eyebrows and smile, not having a clue what he said in its entirety. “What? I don’t know—”
Zach laughs while pulling me toward the train exit. “I’ll wait for you outside the interview, it won’t take long.”
I really hope he’s right.
Leaning against a marble abstract figure outside the Foundation, Zach asks, “How did it go?” I still can’t get over how incredibly gorgeous he is, but I will not allow myself to fall so quickly. This stage of my life is simply a bridge from point A to B, and although Zach could very likely be my B, I want to enjoy the journey a little longer.
“Total bomb! Fuck the French!” I say loudly as a businessman stops and frowns in disgust. Ever since 9/11, people are a little too sensitive about freedom of speech, understandable, but still a shitty way to live as a Canadian-American.
“They obviously don’t realize they’re missing out on a hot piece of ass that could help with their stuffy image.” Zach offers me his hand and I gladly accept. He hails a taxi, which I’m thankful for, seeing as it’s nearly ninety degrees on hot cement and my alligator pumps are wreaking havoc on my ankles.
Once inside the smelly cab, Zach rolls up his sleeves and flicks open another button to his shirt. I stare at his tan chest, taunting me and unleashing my inner vixen. He reaches his hand to my chest and pops open another button to my flimsy shirt, revealing the lacey confinement of my breasts.
“That’s much better, don’t ya think?” Zach’s index finger skims the edge of my bra and I flinch, not from nerves, but from need. Our mutual forwardness is totally comfortable and sexy as fuck.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Natalie, are you ignoring my flirtation?” Zach smirks as his other hand glides freely up my thigh.
“Nope, just wondering if a bed or table will be involved.” I place my hand on top of his and move it to the crease of my panties.
“Definitely a bed. Possibly the shower.” He reaches in to kiss the tender stretch of skin just below my ear. Tiny beads of perspiration resting at my hairline freeze as soon as his lips caress my skin. Chills run down my bare arm as his finger presses against my thigh, making my top half chilly and my bottom half hot with desire.
We spend the entire cab ride kissing and fondling and making each other moan. I never once look at the cabbie because there’s definitely something exciting about tormenting our driver through the rearview mirror and modesty left me somewhere around the sixth grade. We finally arrive at his building and Zach walks around to my side of the door to help me out. As I exit the taxi, I flash him my panties and a wicked grin.
“Upstairs. Now.” He moves us quickly past the doorman and straight to the elevator. It takes me a few moments to adjust to my surroundings, but wow, his building is gorgeous. Modern, yet full of mid-century character and charm. This is exactly how I imagined myself living all those nights as a Canadian teenager watching Friends .
When we’re alone inside the elevator, Zach traps me against the wall, presses the five button, then resumes sliding my skirt up to rest on my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. His hands squeeze my hips as he positions his hard-on between my legs. Zach is large, no doubt, and I can’t wait to have him inside me. Ding.
The doors slide open and Zach grabs my waist, neglecting to lower my skirt. He pulls me to the door across the hall and fumbles for his keys.
“Zach, I would love to have dinner with you, I just don’t know when I will be done.” The train stops so he grabs his bag and my book and I start to stand. Zach pulls me back down to him and places his hand gently on my cheek.
“Natalie, tu es belle et intelligente, mais tu ne comprends même pas ce que je te dis. On a besoin d’explorer le plaisir afin d’oublier la douleur.”
I raise my eyebrows and smile, not having a clue what he said in its entirety. “What? I don’t know—”
Zach laughs while pulling me toward the train exit. “I’ll wait for you outside the interview, it won’t take long.”
I really hope he’s right.
Leaning against a marble abstract figure outside the Foundation, Zach asks, “How did it go?” I still can’t get over how incredibly gorgeous he is, but I will not allow myself to fall so quickly. This stage of my life is simply a bridge from point A to B, and although Zach could very likely be my B, I want to enjoy the journey a little longer.
“Total bomb! Fuck the French!” I say loudly as a businessman stops and frowns in disgust. Ever since 9/11, people are a little too sensitive about freedom of speech, understandable, but still a shitty way to live as a Canadian-American.
“They obviously don’t realize they’re missing out on a hot piece of ass that could help with their stuffy image.” Zach offers me his hand and I gladly accept. He hails a taxi, which I’m thankful for, seeing as it’s nearly ninety degrees on hot cement and my alligator pumps are wreaking havoc on my ankles.
Once inside the smelly cab, Zach rolls up his sleeves and flicks open another button to his shirt. I stare at his tan chest, taunting me and unleashing my inner vixen. He reaches his hand to my chest and pops open another button to my flimsy shirt, revealing the lacey confinement of my breasts.
“That’s much better, don’t ya think?” Zach’s index finger skims the edge of my bra and I flinch, not from nerves, but from need. Our mutual forwardness is totally comfortable and sexy as fuck.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Natalie, are you ignoring my flirtation?” Zach smirks as his other hand glides freely up my thigh.
“Nope, just wondering if a bed or table will be involved.” I place my hand on top of his and move it to the crease of my panties.
“Definitely a bed. Possibly the shower.” He reaches in to kiss the tender stretch of skin just below my ear. Tiny beads of perspiration resting at my hairline freeze as soon as his lips caress my skin. Chills run down my bare arm as his finger presses against my thigh, making my top half chilly and my bottom half hot with desire.
We spend the entire cab ride kissing and fondling and making each other moan. I never once look at the cabbie because there’s definitely something exciting about tormenting our driver through the rearview mirror and modesty left me somewhere around the sixth grade. We finally arrive at his building and Zach walks around to my side of the door to help me out. As I exit the taxi, I flash him my panties and a wicked grin.
“Upstairs. Now.” He moves us quickly past the doorman and straight to the elevator. It takes me a few moments to adjust to my surroundings, but wow, his building is gorgeous. Modern, yet full of mid-century character and charm. This is exactly how I imagined myself living all those nights as a Canadian teenager watching Friends .
When we’re alone inside the elevator, Zach traps me against the wall, presses the five button, then resumes sliding my skirt up to rest on my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. His hands squeeze my hips as he positions his hard-on between my legs. Zach is large, no doubt, and I can’t wait to have him inside me. Ding.
The doors slide open and Zach grabs my waist, neglecting to lower my skirt. He pulls me to the door across the hall and fumbles for his keys.
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