Private Tours: NYC E-Book

Guy New York

• Herausgeber: QNY
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

When Jenny hired Javier to be her private tour guide of New York City, she knew exactly what she wanted. After three years of a marriage that wasn’t working, she was ready to finally give herself a gift of her own pleasure.

She expected a hot day with a handsome man, but she didn’t expect him to be kind, funny, and so incredibly talented. From their first kiss in Madison Square Park, to the observation deck of the Empire State Building, he showed her not just the city, but also the depths of her own pleasure.

Sweet, sexy, and so very New York, Private Tours: NYC is a steamy love story of self discovery, romance, and unashamed desires.

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Guy New York

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ISBN: 9781537899923

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Part One: Madison Square Park

Part Two: The Empire State Building

Part Three: Central Park

Part Four: The Sailboat

Part Five: The Hotel

About The Author

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PART ONE: MADISON SQUARE PARK

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“Are you Javier?”

“Jennifer?” he asked, moving over on the bench to make room for her. Madison Square Park was full of tourists and office workers on their lunch break, which of course made it perfect for their meeting.

“People call me Jenny,” she said, sitting down. “Although I suppose I should have come up with a fake name. Something more exciting.”

“I’ll call you whatever you like,” he said grinning at her. She had seen the pictures, but what can you tell from a photo? Even a good one hides more lies than it shows, but thankfully he was even more handsome than she had hoped.

“I can’t think of anything,” she said, a hint of laughter caught in her throat. “If something comes to mind I’ll tell you later.”

“Absolutely, we have all day.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, crossing her feet in front of her. She had been practical when she dressed that morning, and her short sundress only came down to mid-thigh; it was perfect for a hot summer day. Jenny had considered leaving her cotton panties behind in the hotel room, but she wasn’t sure she could do it. Oh, she was excited for the day, and now that she met her tour guide she was even flushed a little, but there was something about feeling the wind on her privates that made her squirm. Particularly in a dirty city like New York.

“Well, there’s no hurry at all today. And like I said in the email, everything is up to you. You can stop, change your mind, or ask for something else all day long until the tour is over. Even if you want to visit other sites. Hell, if you just want to get margaritas and watch boats on the Hudson we can do that too. There’s no pressure.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet. I wish dates were always this nice.”

“You’re sweet too,” he said, blushing a slight red. “And beautiful. You’re much prettier than in your pictures. I mean, the pictures were lovely…”

“It’s okay; you are too. I mean, you looked handsome, I wouldn’t have picked you otherwise, but much better in real life. Like really good looking.”

“You’re going to embarrass me before we even start!” he said, turning to face her. His smile was big and contagious, and for a moment they simply sat on the bench and stared at each other wondering what the day was to hold.

“Is this our first stop?” she asked, blushing instantly as she said it.

“This is Madison Square Park,” he said, waving a hand in front of him. “That’s Shake Shack over there, and the fountain is on the far side. The Credit Suisse Building is right there and…”

“What do we do here?” she asked, cutting him off. She did like site seeing, and she was fascinated by New York, but that wasn’t why she had hired him. This day was supposed to be something special. Something other than just pretty flowers and buildings. This day was a distraction, a break, and a release. Jenny needed it more than she cared to admit.

“There’s not a lot of privacy,” he said, moving slightly closer to her before taking her hand in his. “But if you like, we can find a spot on the grass. I have a light blanket so we can lie down for a bit.”

“Just lie there?” she asked, wondering if she was too direct. Damn, this was complicated.

“Let’s start with that,” he said, winking at her before he jumped up and pulled her to him. She almost tripped as he pulled her into his arms, lifting her gently off the ground before setting her down in front of him. He brushed her hair away from her eyes as he looked down, his hand gently settling on her cheek. And then, without any warning at all, he leaned in and kissed her lips, leaving a hint of coffee and cinnamon on her breath. The kiss lasted just a few seconds, but it was enough to taste him, enough to send shivers down her spine, and enough to make her want more.

“This way,” he said, taking one hand and pulling her along to the grassy lawn. Together they stepped over the small fence, found a shady area beneath a tree, and laid out the light blanket. He sat down after he kicked off his shoes, and a moment later they were next to each on their backs, staring up at the full leaves of the giant oak and the tops of the buildings surrounding the park. He slid one hand over her stomach and kissed her cheek. She rolled to him and stared into his eyes.

“I still can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered.

“I still can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he said, kissing her nose.

“We can really do whatever I want?”

“Of course. Isn’t that how it should always be? You should always get what you want.”

“Now you’re just buttering me up,” she said, kissing his mouth for just a second as if testing the waters before diving in.

“But it’s true. Today at least, we can do whatever you like.”

“You’ll do anything?” she asked, suddenly feeling her breath grow tighter and shorter. She understood the theory, but now, on the blanket in the park, with the handsome man in front of her, she almost didn’t believe it. The fact that it had been so long since she had gotten so much as a kiss just made it more exciting. And terrifying.

“Anything,” he whispered, his hand moving down her body until it found a bare thigh. “Anything at all.”

“Kiss me again. This time for real,” she said, enjoying her new power and freedom. He didn’t say a word before pulling her closer and tasting her mouth again. This time his hand pushed through her hair, settling on her cheek as they kissed, their tongues teasing one another for long minutes. Jenny felt her whole body tighten at his touch, and she struggled not to simply climb on top of him right there and then.

“God, you’re good at that,” she said when she finally pulled back.

“So are you,” he said. “I feel like kissing is always something two people do. It’s not about either one of us at all, but rather both of us together.”

“Such a romantic,” she said, taking his hand in hers and moving it higher up her thigh beneath her dress. “I might not be as sweet at you think I am.”

“I might not be either,” he said, feeling her legs part ever so slightly. When his fingers grazed the white cotton beneath her dress, he didn’t stop, and she let out a slight moan at his touch. He pressed against her more firmly, making out her contours beneath the fabric before touching her with greater force, pushing his strong fingers against the wet skin beneath.

“That’s better,” she said, kissing him again. “But I’m going to want so much more.”

“What are you going to want?” he asked, pushing the cotton to one side with a practiced ease. When he touched her smooth skin she let out a sigh, but he didn’t stop. In the middle of the park, surrounded by tourists and businessmen, he slipped one finger inside her, as he leaned in for another kiss.

“I’m going to want everything,” she moaned. “I want you to do that, and then more. I want you to kiss me everywhere.”

“You want my mouth where my fingers are?” he asked, his thumb moving up to her clit feeling her grow wetter with each second.

“Yes, and more fingers too. At least until I’m ready for something else.”

“What else?” he asked, pulling her closer until she could feel him against her body, strong and hard. His cock pressed against her hip as they kissed on the blanket and his excitement made her moan even louder.

“I’ll need that,” she said, reaching down and stroking him through his thin pants. “I want that cock inside me. Oh god, I’m going to want you to fuck me, Javier. So many times.”

“That’s good,” he said, gently removing his fingers from within her. He cupped her mound, pushing his hand against her, even as he placed the thin fabric back where it belonged. “Because I long to fuck you. I want to take you as many times as you’ll let me. I want every inch of you.”

“Fuck, this is going to be a long day,” she said, rolling onto her back as he finally released her. Together, they looked up at the blue sky once more as they caught their breaths. If they didn’t have so much else planned, she might have just begged him to take her right there, but that wasn’t the plan. As much as she longed for release, the teasing was just as important. When he finally entered her, she was going to be so turned on she wouldn’t care who was watching or where they were. Which was a good thing considering what their day looked like.

“Are you almost ready for our next stop?” he asked. Jenny looked at him and smiled. Without a word she lifted his hand up to her face, unrolled his fingers, then gently sucked them into her mouth, tasting her excitement. He closed his eyes as she licked him, his sighs escaping without any effort at all.

“Now I’m ready,” she said, sitting up. Around them, the park was quiet and pretty with people walking, napping, and eating on the benches and blankets were strewn about. It was a glorious day in New York City, and it was just beginning.

PART TWO: THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING

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THEY KISSED IN THE CAB ride north, but unlike in the park, it was more of a frantic tease than a build to something else. They made out like teenagers, laughing when the driver caught a glimpse of them in the mirror, and they tickled and grinned like they couldn’t get enough. The ride was short but sweet, and she giggled more than she had in ages. This was not what Jenny had expected, but that was fine by her. In her mind, her guide would have been strong and commanding, telling her just where to go and just how to stand. Instead, she found herself laughing with Javier like they had been together for months instead of minutes.

When they got out at the Empire State Building and Jenny saw the line around the block, however, she groaned in frustration. If she had to spend the entire day waiting on lines she was definitely not going to get her money’s worth. What was the point if more than half of their time was spent in crowded subways or inching their way along the sidewalk unable to do more than steal a kiss in the sun?

“This way,” Javier said, taking her hand and leading her through a side door. She followed along, unsure but willing. “Don’t worry; I’ve arranged everything today. It’s what I do.”

Inside, the lobby was full of tourists in shorts and hats, looking around in awe as they waited patiently for their chance to ride the 102 floors up to the observation deck. A tall, handsome guard smiled at them and waved them towards him, leading them around a corner away from the masses.

“Good to see you, Javier,” he said with a grin. The two men hugged for just a moment, and Jenny was nearly positive she saw money exchange hands. Whatever it was that was happening was just fine by her though. Especially if it meant avoiding the line.

“This way,” her date said, turning another corner to an open elevator. “It’s not as fast as the public elevators, but we do have it all to ourselves. Also, there aren’t any cameras.”

He waited for her to enter before following along behind her. He pushed the button, and they watched as the doors closed, shutting the two of them into the small elevator all by themselves. The second they began to move, he turned to her with the grin she found so charming, and without a sound, he kissed her as he slid a hand instantly between her legs.

“We don’t have too much time,” he whispered into her ear as he quickly slid two fingers inside her. “But if I don’t taste you, I’m going to lose my mind. Just nod if that’s what you want.”

He stepped back for a moment as she leaned against the wall, nodding her head furiously at him. And then he was on his knees; her dress held up by one hand as he planted his lips firmly against the white cotton that covered her. He pushed into the fabric, his tongue against her clit in an instant as she reached down and pulled her panties to one side. This was no time for teasing. He kissed her thighs as she lifted one leg higher, and then his mouth was against her, and it was like the first time all over again. For a moment Jenny was sure she had never really had a mouth against her at all. She hooked her knee over his shoulder as he went down on her, and she felt it everywhere. His tongue found her in just the right places, and his deft fingers held her exactly as she wanted to be held. Javier’s lips were full and wet, and he tasted her all at once, somehow managing to send shivers through every inch of her body with his touch.

She grabbed his hair and pulled him to her, needing him to devour her and wanting it never to end. When he pushed two fingers inside her she screamed out, clamping one hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. The room spun as she pushed her hips out, wanting more force, more touch, more connection, and desperately craving a release. And then, just as she felt herself rising to the occasion, he kissed her gently, adjusted the cotton back to its proper place, kissed her once more, and then stood. He patted her dress down when she couldn’t move, he fixed his hair in the mirror, pulled her to the center of the elevator, kissed her on the cheek, and then took her hand just seconds before the door opened to a crowd of tourists.

“Wasn’t that lovely?” he asked as they stepped out. She put one hand on her chest as she followed him into the crowd, but her body was still nearly in shock. He had gotten so close in such a short amount of time, and it was nearly impossible to focus now. On the bright side, it felt good to be this worked up. In fact, it had been a while since Jenny was this excited about anything, let alone sex. Her life had become more difficult than she ever expected, but this trip was already changing that. She remembered what she had been like once upon a time, not even that long ago, and she embraced her past for all she was worth.

“I’m going to lose my mind,” she muttered, following him to the edge of the observation deck. He just smiled and pulled her in front of him as they stared out over the city below. The wind was cooler than it had been on the ground, and it was a glorious release from the heat of the day. Javier wrapped his arms around her as she looked down, and he was hard against her back and ass. She pushed teasingly against him, wondering if they might fuck right there.

For a moment Jenny closed her eyes, and her life came back to her in a flash. The fighting and the struggling filled her, and home suddenly felt both very far away and intimately close. Henry was a good man of sorts, but challenging all the same. It was never simple, and people aren’t black and white, but after three years of marriage, she felt more lost than ever. It had started just two years in, and she still wasn’t sure how it happened. His voice grew deeper and more stern each time they talked, and the more she tried to share, the more he shut her down. It was hard enough for her to accept herself the way she was without him telling her she could change. Without him telling her she needed to change. Or else.

“Come back to me,” came a whisper in her ear. There were two strong arms wrapped around her body, and one hand caressed her stomach gently, occasionally sliding down against her through the thin dress. Javier still pressed against her ass, and she had barely realized that she was still wiggling.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “I just got lost for a moment. The city is so big and so small at the same time. I came up here as a kid once, and it was amazing, but it feels different now.”

“New York is always changing. It’s the one constant. No matter what happens, we keep on moving. It’s just the way things are.”

Down below the city was sprawled out like a model. The cars and people were ants, and she felt more removed than ever. Maybe it was just a dream, and maybe she would wake up soon, but for now, the height was perfect. From up here, none of the rest mattered. From her spot in the sky, the world belonged to her, not the other way around.

“I like it. Things shouldn’t stay the same. Henry says he prefers consistency, but it’s not how the world works. Or him for that matter.”

Javier kissed the back of her neck, his one hand sliding down to a thigh before rising once more beneath her dress. She arched her back, turning her head, and kissed him on the mouth. He didn’t grope her or manhandle her. Instead, he gently teased, his fingers toying with the elastic of her underwear as much as her skin. Her breath left her body in a long slow sigh, and she settled into the feeling of a warm hard body behind her. He felt strong, and he felt good. Most importantly, high up in the sky, with the city stretched out below her, she felt ready.

“Would you fuck me right here?” she suddenly asked, feeling her cheeks flush.

“It would be challenging,” he said, looking left and then right. There were people all around them, their I Love New York t-shirts bright and dirty at the same time. “But that’s not a no.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked, pushing harder into him as she pictured it in her mind. She imagined him lifting her dress, pulling his cock from his trousers and sliding inside her as the tourists watched in shock. It was laughable, but also so hot she almost told him to do it. Just as the images were the strongest, his fingers slipped inside her panties once more to find her soft and wet. He circled her clit as he kissed the back of her neck, his lips almost hot against her skin.

“I would fuck you here and then again in the elevator. In the cab, in the park, at dinner, I don’t care who might see us. I want you so badly I can hardly stand it. Just touching you is almost enough to make me come.”

“You better not,” she teased, as his fingers continued working their magic between her legs. “At least not until you take me. Not until I get to feel you inside me first. Fuck, this is driving me crazy.”

She stepped away for a moment, turning to face him instead. He smiled and looked down as if to say he couldn’t be blamed for wanting her. As if to say it wasn’t his fault she was so beautiful. Jenny leaned back against the railing, looking at the other visitors more than the sites, and then she was done. As much as the loved the teasing, it was time for more. It was time for something she hadn’t had in far too long.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, stepping close to him. “I need you inside me, and there are too many people here. Let’s go somewhere slightly less crowded. Or at least somewhere no one will care.”

“I think I can arrange that,” he said, walking her back to the elevator. He waved a card over the panel next to the door, and it opened once more, letting them into their own private room. As soon as the door closed, she was on him, kissing his lips before quickly falling to her knees.

“I want to know what I’m in for,” she said, tearing at his pants. She unbuttoned them, pulled down the zipper, and had his cock in her hands in seconds as he leaned back and moaned at her touch. His cock was still mostly hard, and it was beautiful. That wasn’t a word she would have used for most cocks she had seen, but Javier’s was just right. It was thick and hard without being overwhelming, and he pulsed in her hand as she opened her lips around him. Salty and sweet at the same time, she took his head into her mouth as her hand slid up and down his length, feeling him grow ever so slightly larger.

He sighed as she took more of him, but he didn’t once buck his hips or push her down. Instead, he looked down at her with a grin as she took him into her mouth, and she reveled in his strength and command. He didn’t need to do anything to encourage her, and she sucked him that much harder and faster as the elevator made its long descent back to the street.

“If I told you to come in my mouth right now, could you do it?” she asked, looking up into his green eyes. He was twitching in her hand, his cock now wet with her saliva.

“Yes,” he said, touching her face gently.

“And if I told you to wait?”

“Then I would do that too,” he said, leaning back once more, with an expression of complete joy on his face.

“You’re amazing,” she said, standing up with a sigh of regret and zipping him back into his pants. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“Well, I’ve had a little practice,” he said with a wink just as they stopped.

“I bet you have,” she said, grinning.

“Does that bother you?” he asked, worry suddenly sliding across his face. Jenny leaned in, patted his cock once more, and kissed him quickly on the lips.

“I think it’s hot,” she said, turning to the open door as she took him by the hand. This time it was her who pulled him out into the sun and onto the street. It was hot once more, but it didn’t matter. She had just had a taste of what was to come, and she was ready for more. The sooner they consummated their affair, the sooner they could do it again. And then again.

“Where are we going now?”

“This way,” he said, turning the block, once again taking the lead. He stopped in front of a black Mercedes before opening the door for her. She climbed into the car, feeling the soft leather against her hand as he followed behind her.

“We’re going up to Central Park,” he told the driver, before shutting the door behind him. And then she was back in his arms, his mouth on hers as his hand slid up beneath her dress once more. The city vanished around them as they kissed in the backseat of the car, and for a moment Jenny felt like she was in high school again. They were parked along the ridge as Henry struggled to take her bra off with his thick clumsy fingers. Javier’s kiss was fine wine compared to his light beer touch, but it made her nostalgic all the same. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked out the window. Javier was still next to her, holding her hand. The city flew by in a blur, and while she felt the warm body next to hers, she was only half there.

PART THREE: CENTRAL PARK

~

THEY GOT OUT OF THE car at Columbus Circle and entered the park through the southwest corner. The sidewalks were wide, and the paving stones looked almost incongruous with the tall buildings around them. The Museum of Art and Design stood on the far side of the street looking out over the park, but they turned back to the green pathways, leaving the glass and concrete behind them. Central Park looked huge from where she stood, and each narrow walkway hinted at something to come. Each dark shadow and each quiet grove of trees sparked her imagination once more. After her long morning of teasing, it was almost time. After six months of frustration and anxiety, it was almost time. After tasting that glorious cock, it was almost time.

“Are you doing okay?” Javier asked, as they wandered along the tree covered path.

“I’m wonderful, why do you ask?” she said, getting lost in the shade of the trees. She was going to stay focused on the present no matter what happened. This entire trip was too important. And screw Henry if he thought that he could control her life from halfway across the country. Her thoughts were her own now. No matter what he told her.

“You just seem distracted, and I like to check in with people throughout the day. I don’t want to pry, and I won’t ask personal questions, but just know that I’m here if you want to talk as well. I’m not just a one trick pony.”

“That’s sweet, and I do appreciate it,” she said, as they turned down a quieter path on the West side. It turned down a sloping hill towards a dark tunnel, hidden from the rest of the park below the main path. “But if I start talking about the rest of my life, I’ll probably get distracted. And besides, I need this more than I need to talk.”

She stopped walking as she said it and kissed him again. He wrapped her up in his arms, tasting her lips and mouth as they twirled in the afternoon sun, two lovers lost in themselves and their surroundings. Jenny jumped up, wrapping her legs around him, and he held her tightly, kissing her still as they smiled into each other’s eyes.

“In that case,” he said, nibbling her chin as his fingers pressed into her bottom, “I think I see a slightly more private place under that archway. Might I interest you in something a little more scandalous?”

“What did you have in mind, Javier?” He put her down on the path, but she looked up at him all the same, leaving the rest behind. She was more than ready.

“I was thinking I might fuck you against that wall,” he growled, taking her hand. All she could do was nod as he dragged her along, nearly running into the darkened tunnel. It was cool and damp, but that only made it feel more out of the way and secure. There were people above, and the park was full of life, but right there, in that moment, none of it mattered. All Jenny cared about were the strong hands on her hips sliding up beneath her dress. All she cared about were the hands that slid her panties down her thighs. All she cared about was the hard cock in her hand and what she was about to do with it.

“I want you so badly,” he growled in her ear as he pushed her back against the wall. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had said that and meant it. It was music to her ears, and she practically danced to it.

“Tell me more,” she said, needing his want more than anything. “Tell me how hard you want to fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you until you can’t stand, walk, or think,” he said, kissing her again as they struggled in the shadow. Somehow he had a condom in one hand, and he deftly rolled it down onto himself without once letting her free. When one of his hands gently closed around her throat, all she could do was nod and beg for more. He lifted her off the ground with his other hand around her waist while he kissed her, and she could feel him hard between her legs.

“I want to hear you beg for it.” His words were strong and deep, and they sent a shiver down her spine and right to her cunt.

“Please,” she said, gasping for breath. Somehow he was holding her, kissing her, and choking her all at once, and for the first time in years she was giving in. For the first time in years, she didn’t feel guilt or shame over what she needed. “Just fuck me. Treat me like a slut and a whore. I want you to use me and fuck me and make me yours.”

“You are a very dirty girl,” he whispered, his hand moving between their bodies. “And I am going to use you all day long. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “God yes!”

“Are you ready? Are you ready to be fucked?”

“Please,” she said, almost whimpering.

“Good,” was all he said as he rubbed his cock against her. Jenny closed her eyes and bit her lip as he deftly shifted her until he was pushing into her with ease. Instead of just impaling her though, he took his time, and it was nearly too much. She wanted to beg and cry for more, but all she could do was breath as he slowly lowered her onto his thick cock, filling her more with each passing second.

And then his hand was back on her throat, and his mouth was on hers as he fucked her there in the darkness, filling her over and over again with each thrust. She kissed him back, still gasping for breath as the pleasure filled her body. The stone wall dug into her back, but she didn’t care at all. His strong hands held her exactly as she needed to be held, and he didn’t stop fucking her even as she felt her body start to shake. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any more intense, he leaned in and whispered once more.

“Do you want to come for me, you beautiful slut? Do you want to come now?”

“Oh god yes,” she cried, knowing she couldn’t stop herself if she tried. He kissed her again, pulling her tightly against him, pushing even further into her as he controlled her breath with practiced skill. She gasped and sighed, feeling her cunt clench around him as it began, and she screamed out, letting it echo in the stone tunnel, no longer caring if anyone saw or heard her. She was coming, and she was letting go for the first time in so long. Javier, a stranger, was fucking her and choking her, and finally, she knew it was okay. Finally, she knew she deserved what she most wanted, and no one would ever take that away again.

“I’m coming,” she cried into his ear, kissing his cheek as he finally released her throat. He kissed her back, turning her mouth to him and tasting her lips with his frantic want. Javier was still hard inside her, still moving, but this time with long deep thrusts that filled her completely each time. She kissed him as she practically convulsed around him, feeling her entire body giving out.

“Come for me too,” she moaned, suddenly wanting his release almost as much as her own. “Please, come inside me.”

“You feel so good,” he sighed, as he held her even tighter, his speed increasing just for a moment. “Oh god, Jenny. I’m coming too. I can’t help it…”

And she could feel him, even through the thin latex, she could feel his cock tense and pulse, and as they kissed and came beneath the shaded arch, she found herself starting to laugh without end. As her body slowly climbed back down from her climax, it was like everything let go at once and wrapped up in his strong arms, she was finally done. With his cock still within her, she was finally free as the couple kissed and laughed, smiling into each other’s eyes like they had just won a prize at the fair.

When he finally pulled out of her and sat her down on her feet once more, Jenny had to hold on to the wall for fear of falling. He quickly and skillfully got rid of the evidence, and she adjusted her dress while he did the same to his pants. She leaned back as he smiled at her, quickly pecking her lips between each grin.

“You are amazing,” he whispered, pushing her hair behind one ear. “Truly amazing.”

“You are perfect,” she said, still marveling at everything that had just happened. “You did everything I asked for. Down to the last letter. How did you even remember it all?”

“You were fairly direct in your email,” he said, laughing again. “But to be honest, all those things were just what I wanted to do too. It’s possible I might have been thinking about that all morning.”

“Well, don’t think you’re done, buddy,” she said, slapping him on the shoulder with a playful gesture. “We haven’t even eaten yet.”

“Oh don’t you worry,” he said, leaning in again. “We have so much more to see. And so much more to do. Shall we walk?”

“I’m not sure I can,” she joked, taking his offered hand once again. He turned left and lead them deeper under the arch towards the light at the far end. She could hear traffic from Central Park West, and there was music coming from somewhere else nearby. The air smelled of spring as much as it did of sex, and they nearly skipped out from within their hiding place into the bright afternoon.

“Well, that was Greyshot arch,” he said, his tour guide voice returning in an instant. “It’s one of the twenty-two arches you’ll find here in Central Park. It’s famous for being a film shoot location, and it’s also a popular destination for trysts, affairs, and saxophone players.”

“What would you have done if there was a saxophone player?” she asked playfully.

“We would have had music!” Javier said. “It would have been so romantic.”

“Right, because nothing says romance like a little sax and violence.”

“That was terrible,” he said shaking his head. “Remind me to punish you next time.”

“You really did read my email,” she said laughing even more as they walked up onto the main path. “I still can’t believe we get to do all these things. And I don’t even have to feel guilty about it.”

“It’s not even allowed. Guilt that is.”

“Thank God. I think I’ve had enough of it for a lifetime.”

“Well, are you ready for lunch? I think we might need to refuel before we continue our tour.”

“Sure!” Jenny said. “Where are we going?”

“Just follow me,” Javier said. And she did, her stomach fluttering with nerves, both at what she had just done, and what she knew was coming next. The arrangements had taken more than a week to plan, but she was told it was all in order. Her fantasies had been so vivid for so long, but living them out was a different thing altogether. It was one thing to lie in the bath daydreaming, but doing them? Of course, after their brief time under the arch, she was more confident than just that morning, but it didn’t completely put her at ease. She was ready alright, but still nervous. It was a delicious combination.

Javier was easy to be with, fun even, and so what if the next part was more complicated? So what if the next thing she needed was more terrifying, more exciting, and more overwhelming than she could bring herself to accept? Jenny shivered as she held his hand, hoping that she was ready for it. Hoping she could handle her deepest and longest held fantasy.

PART FOUR: THE SAILBOAT

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THEY WALKED UP THE PARK to the mid 60’s, before heading out to Central Park West and then a few blocks further to Amsterdam. It felt good to walk, and while Jenny had been eager to keep moving in the morning, she was now more content to take her time. Her growing nerves didn’t encourage her to move any quicker either, and she was just fine with that. Besides, simply talking with Javier was a beautiful thing. It was nice to be able to talk about sex so openly and with so much honesty. Sometimes she wondered if her marriage would have lasted if she had been able to keep her mouth shut, but none of that mattered now. Henry was far away, most likely doing something incredibly normal with his new girlfriend. And Jenny was in New York. At last.

They ate lunch at a small french restaurant on the Upper West Side. The food was delicious, and the two glasses of wine she allowed herself let her relax more than she realized she needed. They laughed throughout lunch, stealing kisses whenever they felt like it, and by the time they were finished, she was nearly ready. In fact, by the time they were finished, Jenny felt something she hadn’t in a very long time. She felt happy.

“Are you ready for the next part?” Javier asked, signing the receipt as they prepared to leave. He thanked the waiter for his attention, and together they walked out onto the street once more, hand still in hand.

“I think so,” she said, taking a deep breath. “The wine helped, that’s for sure.”

“You can always change your mind,” he said, as they made their way West.

“Oh hell no,” she said. “I am definitely not going to do that. But are you okay with it?”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it. It’s not something I get to do often.”

“You won’t be…” she stopped unsure of the right word and instantly feeling silly for even mentioning it. Of course, he wouldn’t be bothered by it. It was his job after all, no matter how easy he made that to forget.

“It won’t upset me at all,” he said. “In fact, quite the opposite. I suspect it will be incredibly hot, maybe a little overwhelming, and most likely a lot of fun too. There’s no need to be nervous.”

“I don’t mind some nerves,” she said. “But I am ready, I know that now. Once I made the decision to do this, it’s all gotten easier. I think it just took me a long time to realize I was allowed to want things. Things like this, I mean.”

“I can relate to that,” he said, as they finally reached the underpass to the boat basin. He took her down a winding staircase towards the river. She had no idea where they were going, or where it was going to happen, she only knew that it would. And she knew now was the time, because while the thought of ending with this particular activity might have been exciting, she was going to need time to decompress when they were finished. She was going to need another drink, a nice walk, and most likely Javier’s strong arms around her for at least an hour or two.

The wind off the Hudson River was cool in the early afternoon, and it was a nice break from the hot sun. They had walked just enough for her to be slightly out of breath, definitely hot, and still mildly tipsy. It was a dreamy combination that was only intensified by the site of the water’s edge ahead of them, lined with sailboats and dinghies. Without any word of explanation, Javier led her down the dock and then onto a small boat tied to the pier. The sailboat was trimmed with beautiful golden wood, and the deck was well decorated with flowers, a chilled bottle of champagne, and of course the one thing that made her catch her breath: a tall handsome man standing by the wheel with a smile so big and bright she couldn’t look away. He waved them on board, hugged Javier like an old friend, and then gently kissed Jenny’s hand.

“Welcome aboard, my dear,” he said. “I’m so glad you could join us.”

Jenny blushed and smiled as she climbed over the side and made her way towards the stern where pillows and blankets were arranged. Together, she and Javier sat down as their new companion untied the boat, started the engine and took them out into the channel before raising the sails. For a long while, they sat in silence, slowly making their way south towards the Statue of Liberty. There were a few other boats out, mostly ferries, water taxis, and a few booze cruises along the shoreline. As much as she looked back at the city, her gaze also lingered on the handsome man at the helm. His linen pants were just tight enough to make out his perfect ass, and the shirt was so light and transparent she could practically see his abs when he turned around.

“Is this…” she started to say, turning to Javier as the tried to find the words. “I mean, is he…”

“His name is Matthew. I hope you approve,” he said with a nod before pulling her closer to him. He took her glass and set it down, opening his legs so she could nestle up to him with her back against his chest. It gave him perfect access to kiss her neck and cheek as he whispered in her ear.

“Do you like him?” he asked toying with the straps of her sun dress.

“He’s so fucking hot,” she said, wishing she was more articulate but unable to do much of anything other than stare. It was going to happen. Right here on a goddamn boat in the river, she was going to do it. She could hardly believe it, but she was quickly moving beyond belief and directly into nervous excitement.

“I showed him all of your emails, so he knows just what to do, but it’s up to you. Do you still want to do this part?” Javier asked, pushing the straps down further until her breasts were practically bare. Matthew turned to look back at them, smiling in obvious appreciation at her state of near undress.

“Yes,” was all she could say, although it came out as more of a moan.

“Just as you wrote it?” he asked.

“Oh god,” she said remembering her words. Remembering the fantasy she had played out in her mind so many times. “Just like that.”

Without another word, Javier pushed the straps down further, her breasts spilling from the dress as he held her firmly. Matthew turned again, this time staring with a new look. This time looking at her with as much hunger as he did appreciation. Javier reached down and pulled her dress up as well, showing off her thighs to his friend’s gaze, and Jenny instantly tried to close her legs. He had never returned her underwear after their tryst in the park, and she was completely bare beneath her dress. She could feel the cool air on her cunt, and she had never felt so exposed in her entire life. This man she just met was staring at her while another was holding her tightly.

“Matthew, maybe we should drop anchor for a bit and enjoy ourselves. I mean look at her? Do you know how wet this slut is for your cock? She’s been whispering in my ear about how badly she wants you.”

The embarrassment hit her at the same time as the excitement. This man knew she wanted him completely, and the thought was both terrifying and liberating. Before she could say anything, Javier pulled her dress even higher and forced her thighs open wider, giving Matthew a perfect view of her pussy without anything in the way. He slid his hand over her, pushing two fingers inside her, and she was horrified at how accurate his assessment had been: she was soaking wet. He held her there, his lips against her ear as the captain quickly dropped the sail and moored them to a buoy nearby. As she watched, Javier’s words shot through her body.

“There’s nowhere for you to go,” he began quietly. “It’s just you and us, and we are going to fuck you until you can’t stand, do you understand?”

“Yes,” was all she could say, nodding her head as he held her tightly, still completely exposed.

“You’re going to suck our cocks until we’re hard, and we’re going to take turns using you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be out little whore for the afternoon? To be used by two young men? Is that what you want?”

“Please,” she moaned, now longing for his fingers to return. Instead, he simply held her thighs open as she trembled in his arms. “Please yes…”

“Matthew,” he said, as the other man returned slowly. “What do you think of my new little toy? She’s a pretty thing isn’t she?”

“She’s hot alright. Have you fucked her already?”

“Of course,” he said with a laugh, instantly sending flutters of nerves to Jenny’s stomach. He was so casual in his tone, and the hint of fear grew quickly. “The little slut begged for in the park. I’m surprised she lasted that long. She’s been desperate for it all day long. I probably could have fucked her before saying a word to her this morning.”

“How’s that cunt?” Matthew asked, adjusting his cock through his thin pants. Jenny stared at him, amazed by the outline as he slowly grew hard. She had added this one specification at the end, more out of spite than anything else. But now that she was seeing him, she was glad for other reasons.

“She’s so fucking tight,” he said. “Apparently she’s only been with one or two men before us. Can you believe that? Just a couple of guys before today, and now she’s going to get fucked by two men at the same time.”

“I love the innocent ones,” Matthew said, walking closer to her on the deck. He leaned down in front of her, and all she could do was stare into his eyes. He reached out and touched her chin, letting his thumb roll over her bottom lip before sliding down to her neck and then her breasts. Jenny sighed as he touched her, his hands stronger and less graceful than Javier’s. There was no gentleness in his caress: just want. After a few tense moments, he reached out with both hands and pulled her dress completely off her body as Javier lifted her off the thick blankets. She cried out as he stripped her down before kneeling again between her legs.

“That’s much better,” he said with a deep voice, his eyes devouring her. “I like to see them naked before I fuck them.”

His hands moved down, opening her legs once more, and Jenny began to shake in excited anticipation. When his fingers touched the wet skin between her thighs, she nearly cried out, and the waiting was driving her almost as crazy as the objectification. It was going to happen, and it was both better and more terrifying than she had ever imagined. When he pushed two fingers inside her, she bit her lip and tried as hard as she could not to beg. She was dizzy and amazed, and she could feel Javier grow hard against her back once more as his friend touched her everywhere.

“Let’s start with this mouth,” Matthew finally said, standing up. Javier pushed her up and onto her knees as the captain looked down at her. One hand moved slowly over the now full outline in his linen pants, and she couldn’t look away. Her instructions had been clear, but nevertheless, the reality was a different thing. She had seen plenty of dirty movies, but Javier was, in fact, the third man she slept with. And while he had a beautiful cock, it was only slightly above average. Matthew, on the other hand, was something else.

He reached down and touched her cheek gently, pushing her hair back as he slowly undid his pants, making her wait for it. Once again, her patience grew thin, and she leaned forward, one hand on each of his hips looking up. She kissed him quickly through the linen, moaning into his hard body as he gently laughed at her.

“Please,” she said, trying to help him with the buttons. “Please let me see it.”

“Do you think you can handle it?” he asked, finally dropping his pants to the deck as he held his cock firmly in one hand.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly, unable to look away. His cock was thick and long, and his large hand moved slowly up and down his length. She had never seen anything like it. Before she could think, before she could contemplate anything at all, Jenny opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock while Javier knelt behind her.

“There’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Suck that big dick like the little slut you are. You can do it, Jenny. It’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she moaned as she tried to take more into her mouth, her hand replacing Matthew’s in an instant. He held perfectly still as she struggled to take him all the way into her throat, trying not to gag as she breathed through her nose.

“Get him nice and hard, so he can fuck you,” Javier whispered. “That’s really what you want, isn’t it? That nice hard cock inside you?”

All she could do was nod, her throat full as the tears began streaming down her face. She could feel him pulsing in her hand, his thick cock strong and so hard it barely felt real. Her hands moved up and down him as she took him between her lips, in and out, trying her best, but knowing it didn’t matter. She wasn’t here for his pleasure. She was here to get fucked by two beautiful men. She was here to live out her oldest fantasy because if it was going to ruin her marriage just to contemplate, she was going to do it for real.

“That mouth is beautiful,” Matthew said, bring her back to the world. “But I want something else.”

He easily lifted her up and turned her around, positioning her on her hands and knees facing away. Without giving her a moment to breathe, he pushed her down, watching her open her mouth on Javier in an instant. He gripped her hair firmly, tilting her up so his friend could look into her eyes as she knelt there on the deck, nearly panting with anticipation.

“God she’s tight,” Matthew laughed as he pushed two fingers inside her. “This is going to be fun.”

“He’s going to fuck me?” she mumbled, looking up at Javier. He pushed her back down to his cock, fucking her mouth faster and harder as he nodded.

“He’s going to fuck your pretty little cunt, and then I’m going to fuck you too. In fact, we are going to take turns using your pretty body until we’re done, do you understand?”

“Yes, oh god yes, please,” she said, just as she felt Matthew against her. She hadn’t noticed him stop to grab a condom, and suddenly all she could feel was him pressing against her wet lips, his thick head slowly opening her up.

“Is he…” she tried to get the words out, but he pushed deeper inside her, and there was pain mixed in with the pleasure. He filled her so completely; she wasn’t sure she could handle it.

“Is he wearing a condom?” she finally asked, when he was only halfway inside her.

“What do you care?” Javier said, fucking her mouth once more. “You’re our little slut, aren’t you? We can do whatever we want with you, can’t we?”

“Yes, but…”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Javier said, pulling her up to his mouth and kissing her just as Matthew finally pushed all the way inside her. She screamed out, holding onto her lover’s hand, her body nearly in shock as he held her there, full in more ways than one. “Just breathe. You’ll get used to it.”

For a long while, she didn’t move. She had never been a size queen, but somehow in the middle of everything else, she knew she wanted it. Maybe it was the way Henry grew insecure when she tried to share her fantasies, and maybe it was something else, but it didn’t matter. She was getting fucked now, and the pain and the pleasure were just what she needed. Maybe it wasn’t much of a revenge, but it was close and most likely better. The more she breathed, the easier it became, and the pain slowly gave way to the sensation of simply being full. His strong hands held her hips as he moved impossibly slowly within her as she adjusted, finally ready for more. She didn’t say anything at all as she started to push back against him, but that was all that he needed.

“My god is she tight,” he said, pulling almost all the way out of her before suddenly filling her once more. Jenny screamed out as Javier pulled her hair and kissed her, one hand moving back to her throat as he looked into her eyes. And then Matthew was truly fucking her, slamming into her cunt over and over again as she struggled to focus at all. He was so strong and so big, but none of that mattered. More importantly than anything, he was simply using her, fucking her to make himself come, and she still couldn’t tell if there was any barrier between them.

“Fuck me harder,” she moaned, feeling Javier’s hand clench tighter around her throat once more. That was another sensation that was even better than she had expected, and she was still getting used to it. But the fact was, the second his hand closed around her, she felt her entire body respond. And now that he was choking her and watching her get fucked, it was almost too much. Her moans and cries grew louder and louder until Javier finally released her.

“I want some of that,” he said, moving behind her instead. When Matthew pulled out of her, she almost cried out in need, her body instantly feeling empty. But seconds later Javier was fucking her again as the captain gripped her hair and pushed her down onto the pillows.

“You really did need to get fucked,” he whispered, watching his friend pound into her. “I have to say, you’re doing quite well, especially considering the crowd.”

Jenny wasn’t sure she heard the words, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered they were on the deck of a boat in the middle of the Hudson River. She was fucking two men in broad daylight, and nothing short of arrest would make her stop now.

Matthew continued.

“There’s at least four boats nearby listening to you cry out. Listening to you beg for our cocks like the little slut that you are. Do you like that? Do you like all these strangers knowing what a whore you are?”

“Yes,” she said, barely comprehending his words.

“Louder,” he commanded as Javier continued fucking her. “They can’t hear you.”

“Yes, I love it,” she said, this time with more energy.

“You love what?” he asked, pulling her hair harder. And suddenly she didn’t care. All she needed was for it never to end, and she screamed out her words loud enough for Henry to hear all the way across the country.

“I love getting fucked,” she cried. “I love being used and fucked by your big cocks. God, I wanted this for so long. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop until you come all over me. Please, just keep fucking me.”

“Good girl,” Matthew whispered, moving behind her once more. She felt Javier leave her, and then his friend was inside her once again and she was lost. On her hands and knees, her ass in the air, she simply begged for more as they took turns fucking her. No, as they took turns using her, doing exactly as they wished with her. Taking turns slapping her ass, fucking her cunt, and pulling her hair. Occasionally she’d feel a hand on her throat, pulling her up and cutting off her air just long enough for her to grow faint once more. As the long minutes went by, she found she could no longer differentiate between the two of them no matter how hard she tried, and when she started to come for the first time, her eyes were closed and someone was fucking her. Anyone. A stranger? A third man? It didn’t matter, she was coming around a hard cock, and it was everything.

“Oh god,” she screamed, clenching around him. “Please don’t stop,” she said, her orgasms ripping through her over and over again one after another. She wasn’t sure how many she had, or how long she knelt there, but her body was on fire as she came and then came again. They only stopped once in the middle to roll her to her back before climbing between her legs again. This time she watched Matthew as he held himself above her, his thick cock sliding inside her as Javier choked her once more.

“How many times have you come, you little slut?” he whispered as his friend used her.

“I don’t know,” she cried, reveling in that truth.

“Do you think it’s our turn?” he asked, moving his body up. His hand was on his cock in front of her face, and his fist was a blur.