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Chapter 1 A fairly uneventful flight from Geneva to Newark. I was lucky to get an upgrade to business, and as the plane was half-empty I had three seats to myself. Halfway across the Atlantic, sipping a rather nice brandy after lunch, I wonder what the weekend with Minna holds in store for me. It occurs to me that I know practically nothing about this girl - I should say woman, but she's not even half my age. With mock dismay I take stock of the little of which I'm fairly certain: She's white and apparently fairly slim (although a postage-stamp sized avatar is little to go by); she has a soft, sexy voice with an accent I can't quite place (something sounded Caribbean?); she has above-average education. Perhaps it's knowing so little that makes this tantalising. Those things seem certain, so what can I infer? She seems a little prude and easily shocked, but I've seen that before in American, oops, Canadian women - they often drop the faƧade when things get more personal. It would seem likely that she likes good food and wine - thank God, we'll be spared fast food. It's unlikely she'll offer me a joint, which will be a relief, I don't have anything to prove there. Finally, what don't I know? I don't know her real names; whether she's blonde or dark-haired; whether she smokes; perhaps she'll invite me to her place and I'll discover her husband, her two kids and a cramped spare bedroom; maybe she'll be having her period; maybe in spite of all our exchanges she's never had an orgasm in her life and won't be starting this weekend (what was the name of that girl in Washington, many years ago, who was like that? I remember feeling rather sorry for her - Lord knows I did my best); and of course, maybe she won't be there at the airport and I'll spend a boring weekend getting drunk in some loud bar. "All I know is that I know nothing" - Socrates; I smile to myself, a little greenly, at my own pessimism. I nod off for a moment, damn these puritans, a cigarette would be lovely with the brandy. Drowsy, I speculate - nay, fantasise - what she might be like. Pretty? Hmmm. Probably not centrefold, but pouty lips and a slightly turned-up nose, medium-length hair - let's settle for brunette - slightly wavy, with a cute curly bang on one side. Large eyes, furtive, curious, knowing, promising. Practically no makeup - quite the little Lolita - my, oh my, how many fantasies did Nabokov inspire with that book? A slender neck, smooth, with no muscles showing. I lower my mental gaze. A simple dress with thin straps, unprovocative; she's not wearing a bra is she? No, good, pert little breasts like that don't need support. What are the nipples like? This part is incredibly exciting. I glance around guiltily to make sure nobody is looking and adjust my dress. The nipples are pubescent - the outer part is a perfect convex dome, with a small concave point in the centre, an even fawn brown which highlights them softly against the slightly tanned breasts. My mind removes the dress now, it crumples to the floor in slow-motion and she turns her back to me. A nice slim waist widening to a pair of pretty hips covered by simple white underwear, filled by a shapely, muscular bottom. Very straight legs, firm but unrippled. Venus. She turns around and the underwear dissolves. My heartbeat quickens distinctly - a thin V of hair outlines small labia with the labia minora protruding slightly; smooth and pink, they are faintly erect and slightly moist. Heaven. I glance around again, everbody is dozing. Time to stop this, I can hardly start caressing myself in an aircraft. I finish the brandy and nod off promptly. A unbalanced bump brings me to and I realise we've landed. The taxiing takes forever. Finally we disembark and start queuing at the customs. Blasted puritans, it's been 8 hours without a cigarette, why can't they provide a smoking lounge? The customs officer types a novel on his computer, which finally tells him that I'm just a boring tourist that's not going to demolish the Empire State building single-handed. I drag my overnight case through the baggage claim and emerge from customs to a throng of bustling people, most of which seem to be from very far-away countries. The smell of airport disinfectant and over-travelled people is unpleasant, I want to leave the building quickly. I spot a girl waving. At me? Looks like it. Hmm, she's quite short. Yes, it's her; my step quickens. Chapter 2 Oh dear God what am i doing? I lay the receiver back on its cradle reflecting upon my last words to my boyfriend. "yeah baby, don't worry, ill be careful....Cathy is meeting me at The Outback, we'll take it from there, ill phone you when i get home...love you." Did he sense i was lying? I don't think so, he seemed very upbeat. But i won't think about that right now. Im tingling with the anticipation of meeting Sean at the airport. A bubblebath would settle me down....mellow me out. I pour myself a glass of wine and take it up to my room. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror i try to study myself with the eyes of a mature man, a man who's been with alot of women. In that moment my reservations disappear and i realize that while i might not be his preferred type, i don't think he'll run away screaming. Strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, a scattering of freckles across the bridge of my nose. Dropping my robe, my eyes follow the line of my neck down to my breasts. I turn sideways just a bit, pleased with the effect. No i won't wear a bra. More self-satisfaction when i study my waistline...my boyfriend's fingers almost touch when he grabs it...i wonder if Sean has large hands? Continuing, i follow the curve of my hips, i haven't one of those boyish athletic figures some men like and for a minute im filled with a little doubt. Again, all doubt vanishes when i imagine Sean running his hands down my body, caressing my bottom...making his way towards the little triangle of fair hair between my legs...oh my, time for that bath.... Sinking down into the bubbles i reflect upon how much i know about this man. He seems very open, yet there is a sense of mystery which is terribly exciting. Just how many affairs has he had? He certainly hints at several. What if i don't measure up? Will he feign an emergency and depart? I draw one leg out from under the bubbles and rest my foot on the tub wall, smiling at my pretty red toe polish - no, he won't leave. Allowing myself to think about him, my hand moves up the inside of my other leg, finding that soft area which is aching to be touched..... Traffic is relatively light for this time of night. Smiling to myself, i make a note to thank Sean for picking an arrival time well past rush hour. This isn't pastoral Switzerland afterall...this is New York without the class...this is the Hood..hehe. Had he insisted upon arriving earlier, id have told him to take a taxi... Parking the car i hurry to Arrivals. Ok...settle down Minna, we don't want you appearing all sweaty and out of breath. We're going to be calm and...wait - there he is! Waving, i pause just long enough to settle my nerves...he's very handsome...one foot infront of the other Minna, let's go...... Chapter 3 An over-enthusiastic hug, a Russian president's kiss, we look at each other in the eyes, grinning like school-children in front of an overloaded Christmas tree. My heart is beating like a steam-hammer and I try desperately not to show it. A stream of ideas rush through my head: she is in fact blonde - is it genuine? - that's going to make cunnilingus much better, blonde pubic hair is so much softer on the lips - you really are a dog for thinking that off the bat - stop gawping at her breasts for God's sake, she'll think you're a lecher - well I am - God, is she attractive, the dream on the flight was positively pale compared to this - you're starting blush man, stop behaving like an adolescent - I need a cigarette... a whole packet... no I need valium - say something for Christ's sake! "How was your flight?" Put your brain in gear man, close your gaping mouth. No, open it to speak! "Err, fine, perfect, no problem" That was pretty stupid, she wasn't expecting to greet a cretin, pull yourself together! "Are you parked close by?" Oh amazing! Of course not, she usually swims the backstroke to airports, and departs on a flying carpet. Get a grip on yourself, you clod! "Sure, just over there, can I help you with your bag?" Well, she's certainly more practical than you are. Move man, she's walking off towards the car. "No, no, that's fine" I breath deeply a few times. The slightly fresher air helps. We climb into the car and move off. Thank God for air-conditioning, I'm sweating like pig. I fiddle awkwardly with the air vents. "So what would you like to do first Sean?" Fuck you rigid until your eyeballs pop out and then some, NOW. Tss, tss. Really mate, you're not going to get anywhere with that line of reasoning, you're supposed to be a gentleman with decorum, considerate, gallant, all that stuff, remember? "Well a shower would be great after the travelling" Ah, we're getting sensible now. "Great idea, together?" Oh no, missy, I'm going to play hard to get. You can have quick peep at my cute little backside whilst I'm drying myself. For the rest, you can wait a bit. That's better, getting back in control here, it must be the air-conditioning. I glance nonchalantly out of the window and make an inane comment about the scenery. We pull up at the lights. Garish neon lighting outside throws clownish shadows and my gaze drifts left again. Yes, air conditioning is a great invention, it hardens nipples. I suppress an enormous urge to reach over and stroke that breast that's provoking me out of my mind. "The aircraft food was so-so, maybe we could grab a bite to eat once I'm cleaner?" "Sure, the hotel has a selection of restaurants" " 'they have Japanese?" "I believe so" "Mmmm, I'd love some sushi" Actually, I'd like it brought to the room and eat it off your lower stomach; better still, line it up in a neat little row to the top of your thighs and gobble it from there. No don't say that, you animal. We arrive at what appears to be the hotel carpark. Sheraton, whatever. Disembark. Lift. A doorman leers at the two of us, his eyes far too long on Minna's body. "What are you gawping at, you spotty little creep?" I think to myself "If you'd worked harder at school, you could be in my shoes, but you didn't". Reception looks and smells like a million other business hotels - cold marble. I saunter happily over to the desk and suddenly feel Minna drop several steps behind. Hey. she's embarrassed, isn't that cute. Passport, credit card... "No, I'll be paying cash" - she looks at me aghast Another one who didn't make it to college "The only thing that's wrong with cash, you snooty little tart, is that you don't have any and I have lots". I wonder to myself what brings on my aggression to these perfectly bland people. I want to protect Minna I suppose, but from what? Oh well. "Your suite is on the 22nd floor Mr. Andrews". Silently I say: "Yes, and at the price you charge me for it, I expect hot and cold running maids, but you wouldn't get the joke". Lift, glass walls, the city drops away from us at a frightening speed. I loved that lift in Atlanta like that, I had fun scaring the living daylights out of my colleagues by taking them to the 47th floor. Fumble with room key; why do these blasted locks never work first time? Ah, the room is spacious and well appointed, quite classy actually in an American sort of way. I push a connecting door to the sitting room, the bucket of Champagne on ice and two glasses is just as I'd ordered - Hmm someone'll be after a tip, I'll look after that later. Minna flops out on the bed. "Well?" I look at her and think "Well what, you randy little vixen? You want me to rip your knickers off and act like a baboon in heat? Patience for God's sake" "Shower" - I point at the bathroom. "Can I join you?" "This time round I need a wash. Pour us some bubbly" The bathroom could house a family of immigrants, including the fat ones. Perfect. I glance at the bath. Shower head fixed to the wall. What an unimaginative plumber; how the hell can one shower a girl's pussy with that? Hold her upside down by the knees? Oh well, that's game number 14 shelved, we can deal with it. After a lot of yanking I manage to persuade our hopeless plumber's handiwork to produce warm water. God, that's better. Big towels, splendid, I wrap myself at the waist in a huge one, a small one for my wet hair and return to the sitting-room. Minna has the eyes of a cat looking at a cornered mouse. Clink of glasses. Do you know something? I could tear that blouse off you with relish. Actually, I'm craving to tear everything off you except the fillings in your teeth. Whoops, she going to notice that bump in my big towel, or should that be a big bump in my towel? Time to shift subject. "Ready for some sushi?" "Already?" Of course 'already', if I stay another five minutes in here, you'll be acquiring carpet burns on your backside before you've realised what's going on. I wander back to the bedroom lazily. In the doorway, with my back to her, I toss the towels on the bed "that's all you're going to see for the moment, precious" I smirk to myself. Fresh clothes, a touch of Calvin Klein Eternity and I'm ready for battle. Holding hands, we descend silently to the restaurant. Chapter 4 His hand feels strong and reassuring. Thank god, because the movement of the elevator, coupled with the effects of the champagne i'd nervously gulped suddenly made my knees feel incapable of support. I pressed my back up against the glass wall, grateful for its soothing coolness against my bare legs. "Look Sean, over there...you can see the Empire State building across the river" As he turns to look, i cast a furtive glance at his body. Nice. He isn't one of those overweight fifty year olds whose bellies bulge out over their trousers. Chuckling to myself i wonder if he'd be insulted that i aged him a year or two. Back to studying his form...the view seems to have peaked his interest...wonderful , gives me the chance to admire the cut of his legs through his clothing. He already gave me a quick show...the man knows exactly what he's doing, the smug, vain thing! He obviously takes care of himself, i saw a nice little tush supported on strong thighs. Damn! Minna Stop it! ...too late, my mind takes over and i imagine us entwined. The juxtoposition between his muscular tanned legs and my slender, much fairer ones, is erotic and a delightful shiver runs down my spine. " They light it up in colour do they? interesting" Startled out of my reverie... "Pardon? ah...yes, yes they do, depending on the time of year. You'll notice there's red, white and blue right now. Leave it to the Americans eh?" i say, reaching up and planting a quick peck on his cheek as much to stress the humour i find in our situation, as to snap me back to reality. Remembering his mocking tone during our first text encounters i can't quite suppress a grin at the thought that this foolishly patriotic North American is soon to be fucked senseless by this haughty cosmopolitan European. "At Christmas, they'll add green" "Hmmm.." Oh god what did i say? He seems lost in thought. Is he expecting witty banter? Maybe he expected me to jump him in the elevator in a scene befitting "Fatal Attraction". Thankfully we come to a rather abrupt stop and the doors open to the lobby. Sean confidently steps out pulling me behind him. This really is a new experience for me, ive never been with anyone who seems so sure of his environment. I silently giggle at the absurd thought of Mark sauntering through the Sheraton looking like he owned the place. The restaurant decor is typical of its type. Dimly lit with a colour scheme of rich reds and black, highlighted by the burnished earth tones of an exotic looking wood. While Sean speaks to the Maitre'D , i note the fact its dark interior will allow stolen touches. We're seated at a table and a dark little man scurries over before either of us has a chance to say anything. Hehe, Sean almost looks annoyed, but im thinking "give me sake, the sooner the better", anything to help with this sudden feeling of gawkiness. I really have to snap out of this, im usually the temptress, quite confident in my charm. "What do you fancy Minna? Sake or beer? "Oh! sake please..." surprised he'd even consider me having a taste for beer. I never even participated in those keg guzzling frat parties which are so much a part of University life. Boxed wine is so much more refined i think to myself, giggling. Sean orders some sake and a plate of sashimi and the little man scurries away. "You can do this Minna, you do it all the time, its hardly the first time you've ever had dinner with man". Running my finger along edge of the table my brain struggles to come up with something witty to say. "What kind of wood to you think this is?" Before those inane words left my mouth i knew they sounded stupid. I have no problem conversing with strangers on any given subject and i come out with that lame drivel? "Jesus Minna get a grip!" "I don't know, what kind of wood do you think THIS is?" with a lecherous grin he grabs my hand and places it in his lap. A small gasp and giggle is about as much as i can manage, but the ice has been broken and immediately i begin to feel better. Retrieving my hand (im hardly about to act like the little town tramp) i return his lechery with some of my own... "Oh i don't know, but lets hope it's a California Redwood and not a Weeping Willow" Our little man finds us both giggling when he returns with the sake and sashimi. Catching Sean's eyes as the waiter pours, i press my leg against his and am rewarded with the feeling of a hand running from my knee up to the edge on my skirt - stopping as if commanded to do so when it reached the fabric. Taking a deep breath i give him a sly smile as the waiter hurries away. Our food is ignored as we engage in a delightful conversation about nothing in particular. A lovely assortment of sushi arrives...funny, i didn't even notice Sean ordering that. We continue chatting, totally comfortable with one another now. "Well, how about it? Time to go? "I think so, let me run to the ladies room first, ill be back in a minute." I've no intention of ruining any spontaneity when we get back to the room with claims of a full bladder.Swinging my legs seductively from under the table and slowly rising.... hesitating just long enough to make sure Sean has a good view of my posterior, i saunter off in the direction of the washrooms. I'm in my element now, totally confident of my appeal. Coming back to the table i see Sean has already settled the bill. Cash again, hmmm...less of a paper trail, i suppose, very prudent. "Ready?" "Uhuh" Grabbing me by the waist he leads me out to the lobby. Chapter 5 : "The musky smell of hot woman is intoxicating" The glass lift's doors slide open silently; she steps in and walks to the glass to face the city. I stand behind Minna and place my hands on her waist; the blouse is just short enough for us to make flesh contact. Her skin is incredibly soft and I feel a tiny shiver. I avoid pressing into her back, it would make everything too obvious. The city drops away again and I will the lift to slow to a crawl, allowing this moment to last as long as possible. The skyscrapers' lights twinkle; those furthest from us merge in with the blinking of the stars in the distance. A magical moment against a magical backdrop. The lift releases us and I take her hand as we walk to the room. 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