It was nearly midnight. Linda walked up Park Avenue at a leisurely pace; forcing herself not to rush. The air was cool, but she was quite comfortable in the black trench coat wrapped around her. It fell to her calves, just brushing the tops of her leather boots.
Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a single braid which hung down past her shoulder blades. In bare feet, she stood 5'5", but the boots added four inches to her height. Dark sunglasses hid her bright green eyes, and she kept her hands in her pockets as she traveled.
Above the nocturnal din of the city that never sleeps, she could hear her heels click out a steady rhythm on the sidewalk as she approached the Waldorf Astoria hotel. She breezed through a revolving door and climbed the stairs.
Right on time, she thought, catching sight of the clock in the lobby.
Making her way to the elevator, she could feel the weight of several staff members staring at her. This wasn't the first time a "special guest" had received a late-night female visitor so attired; obviously, the "niece" of one of their clients, they tittered.
At that very instant, Linda wondered to herself what these people would think if they knew she was on her way to meet a man more than 15 years her senior. Of course, she scoffed silently, she didn't care about the age difference, so their opinions wouldn't matter a whit.
The young elevator operator stole a few surreptitious glances at her as they rose toward the floor she'd requested. He wondered what she wore beneath the coat.
Not much more than the boots and sunglasses, he mused, wishing he could find out.
The doors opened, and, as she moved to exit, Linda turned her head and blew a silent kiss to the man. She nearly laughed out loud as he fumbled to return to the lobby.
The walk to the Cole Porter suite took only a few moments. Linda didn't know Brian had called in several favors in order to obtain the lodging - actually a five bedroom, five and half bath apartment where Porter and his wife lived for years - for the weekend. She stopped to examine herself in the mirror above a table in the hallway. Satisfied with her appearance, she pulled a key card from her pocket, holding it with hands clad in black satin opera gloves.
She slid the magnetic pass into the reader and heard the lock click. Turning the handle, she pushed the door. As she'd expected, the foyer was dark. Entering, she carefully made her way through, heading toward the living room. She found Brian sitting on a couch, little more than a shadow in the limited illumination provided by the windows.
"I've been waiting," he said, suddenly.
Crossing the room, she stood before him. As he watched, she untied the coat's belt, unfastened the buttons, and then opened it wide. Her back to the glass, the material blocked the light; hiding her body. Slowly, almost teasing him, she let the coarse garment slip over her shoulders and fall to the floor.
He inspected her silhouette, lingering on her flawless A-cup breasts. She'd complied with his instructions; wearing nothing but the boots, a pair of sheer black thigh highs, the gloves - which extended up to her elbows - the sunglasses, a black leather choker he'd given her, and one other item...which he was currently unable to see. She tried to read his face, searching for approval. His expression remained fixed as he said one word.
"Window."
Without speaking, she turned her back to him, and proceeded silently, knowing what he wanted...what she wanted. The sill extended a foot into the room, and she had to bend slightly to place her hands on the pane. He rose from the couch, and her heart began to race as she anticipated his touch.
He moved behind her - his heavy, 6'3" frame dwarfing hers. His warm palms caressed her shoulder blades, then slowly descended to grasp her waist. Leaning close, he kissed the back of her neck. Her body trembled, and she felt a trickle of wetness run down her inner thigh.
"Shiiiit," she whimpered.
"I missed you," he said, softly, when his lips left her flesh.
She spread her legs a few feet apart, and tried to control her breathing; willing herself to stop shaking.
"I've barely even touched you," he observed, gently informing her that her efforts had failed.
"Please," was all she could manage to say in response.
He made her wait for a few seconds, letting her bare ass brush against the front of his pants as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her. The subdued glimmer of the city gave her bronze skin an ethereal glow.
"Did you enjoy walking the streets like this?" he asked.
Linda nodded.
"It was naughty," she said. "And...delicious."
"Indeed," he concurred.
"I've been a bad girl," she added.
"Oh," he said, his hands sliding around to her stomach, "I think you've been a very good girl."
"Mmmm," she purred.
"You did exactly what I told you to, and I think perhaps a reward is in order," he responded.
Linda turned her head to glance back at him.
"Yes," she murmured, wiggling her hips.
His right hand drifted downward, fingertips trailing over her torrid flesh. She stiffened as they found their way between her legs. Gingerly, he traced the soft lips of her pussy.
"Already wet," he said more than asked.
"I can't help it," Linda said.
Brian's left hand moved up her body, resting on her chest for a moment, feeling the pounding of her heartbeat, then continued up to her neck.
"You drive me crazy," she continued. "Just the thought of you makes..."
His hand tightened around her throat, pressing the leather into her skin, cutting off her confession. At the same instant, his fingers brushed over her clit. She nearly crumpled, but he held her securely. Her hands left the window, taking positions atop his. She clutched at him, not trying to stop him, but to encourage.
"Put them back," he demanded.
"Don't tease me," she pleaded, the words barely escaping her mouth.
"Do it," he said, louder.
She complied, and he began steadily massaging her nub.
"Are you going to make me cum?" she asked.
"I think you know the answer to that," he answered as she squirmed.
She tried to turn toward him, but his size and strength prevented this.
"The real question," he said, matter-of-factly, "is how many times am I going to make you cum?"
Linda sensed Brian's mood. He often took great satisfaction in subjecting her to the sweet torment of bringing her to orgasm again and again; driving her to a frenzy where she lost track of everything except the pleasure coursing through her.
"May I cum?" she croaked.
He smiled, delighted that she'd remembered to request permission.
"For tonight," he whispered in her ear, knowing she was already close, "you don't have to ask."
This unexpected freedom pushed her over the edge for the first time that night. As he manipulated her, Linda shuddered violently.
"Yesss," he hissed. "Cum for me."
She cried out as she convulsed against him.
"I've got you, Linda," he assured her, not knowing if she could hear him.
He didn't cease his carnal assault. Moving his fingers faster, he brought on another climax before the first had died away. She quivered wildly, and her hands returned to his.
"Brian..." she rasped, in between gasps for air.
"Shhh," he said.
"I..." she began.
Before she could speak further, he trailed his tongue downward along her spine, tasting the salty sweat there. Awkwardly, he knelt behind her, placing his palms on her perfect ass. He squeezed firmly, enjoying the feel of her.
Using his thumbs, he spread her cheeks, and spied a faint glint of light reflected off the ruby crystal-headed butt plug he'd bought her the night they met. It was the last piece of the outfit he'd instructed her to wear. A smirk creased his face as he leaned into her. His tongue extended to touch the flesh around the stainless steel rim.
A loud gasp exploded from her as she rose to her tip-toes, trying to escape. For a moment, Brian held her, then slid his right hand around her hip, and once more found her clit.
"Fuck," Linda exhaled. "I love it when you do that."
His fingers and tongue moved quickly, making small circles; then probing; then teasing.
"Don't stop," Linda begged, reaching back with her right hand, trying to pull his face into her; but only raking his short hair with her gloves.
He could feel her trembling, and her breathing came in rapid sobs. She was close, and he accelerated his efforts, beginning to hum as he continued licking her hole - sending vibrations through her body. Only a minute later, she came again. Slipping his left arm around her, he held Linda tightly and enjoyed the intensity of her orgasm.
"Jesus," Linda purred as her body slumped, "how do you do that to me?"
Brian didn't answer.
"You're going to give me a heart attack one of these nights," she continued.
"Turn around," he commanded. "I'm not done with you yet."
"I don't think I can take anymore," she quibbled.
He slapped her right butt cheek. She yelped in mock pain as she spun to place her ass on the windowsill. Shoving her legs apart, Brian adjusted his position. His mouth found Linda's clit and he sucked gently. Her body stiffened, and he grabbed the back of her thighs as his tongue snaked out to explore her.
"Yesss," Linda hissed, one hand on his head; the other clutching at the curtains.
Brian's actions grew rougher. As she reacted, he lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders. Placing the first two fingers of his right hand between her legs, he patiently slid them up and down her wet lips. She released the hanging fabric, and attempted to wrap herself around him as he pleasured her.
"Just like that," she insisted. "Don't stop."
But, he did. Retreating a few inches, and glancing upward.
"I thought you couldn't handle more?" he teased.
"Noooo," she pouted. "Keep going."
"Why?" he asked.
"I want to cum," she whined.
"And why should I let you?" he challenged.
"Because..." she began.
Brian interrupted her by sliding his slick fingers inside her. Linda's words dissolved into a long moan.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't hear you."
"Because..." she said, fighting for the breath to form words, "you...love...me."
He stopped moving and, despite the sunglasses she still wore, their eyes locked.
"And?" he prompted, finally.
"And, I love you," she responded.
Brian resumed his exertions.
