Intimacy in the City – Chapter 4

The date makes my labia glow

With slightly trembling fingers, I tap on the message. I don't know if the trembling is from my intense orgasm or from the excitement that he wrote to me.

“Hey, you? I never get a Super Like otherwise!”

I start to smile. “Oh, he's modest too. How lovely.”

“Yeah, I wanted to try it out,” I reply.

“Tell me, are you spontaneous?” lights up on my display.

“Am I spontaneous? Oh yes. You bet! Born spontaneous,” I think excitedly.

“Depends,” I try to sound cool.

“There's a place in the city you have to see. The view is perfect tonight,” I read, my pulse quickening.

Of course I know the breathtaking spots in my city. But he doesn't need to know that.

“Wow, that sounds great.”

“In 1.5 hours?”

“Yes!” I reply excitedly.

He sends me the address. “I know the place you want to show me. But I don't know you. Not yet,” I grin to myself.

Exactly 90 minutes later:

Cold winter air swirls around my nose. It's also fresh. At the same time, I'm excited. Very excited, in fact. I'm so curious to see if he looks like he does in his pictures. I cross my arms and tilt my head back to get a better look at the skyline. I notice that a diagonal strip of lights on a skyscraper is lit up for the first time. At least, I hadn't noticed it before. Maybe it's because it's the middle of the week. Another tower has the opposite problem. Two tubes are flickering and don't fit into the perfect picture at all. I'm just about to wonder how you change a light bulb 150 meters up in the air.

Then I feel a hand on my shoulder. A strong hand.

“Heidi?”

“Tom!” I reply reflexively, my eyes wide.

It's him. And he doesn't look like he does in the pictures. “He looks even better!” cheers an inner voice. “Stay cool now,” I try to calm myself down.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he leads me to the reception desk of the highest bar in the whole country. How sweet of him to pick this out for me.

A young, somewhat flustered receptionist greets us.

“So there are 78 people ahead of you. There are already 37 upstairs, and I'm only allowed to let 30 up. But oh well. You'll have to wait an hour.”

“Damn. An hour. In an hour, I want to be doing completely different things with Tom!” flashes through my mind.

“Hmmm, I thought it would be less busy in the middle of the week,” he says, almost to himself.

“You know what, I have an idea,” he whispers in my ear. God, he smells so good.

He puts us on the waiting list, and just a few minutes' walk later, we're standing in front of another glass palace.

“There's a beautiful bar here,” he whispers to me.

I squeal something excitedly with enthusiasm. I have no idea why he makes me so shy.

Confident and determined, he walks past the reception desk and takes me to the elevators. As if he's done this many times before. “Oh, nonsense, Heidi. You're special to him. I can feel it,” I think to myself.

The elevator door slides open. The dim light of the elevator emphasizes the crackling tension between us. He looks deep into my eyes.

Is he going to kiss me now? He leans down toward me. Oh God, it's about to happen. My nipples harden with excitement.

A loud “ding” interrupts the moment.

Damn.

Oh well, the night is still young.

Let's have a nice drink first.

But what happens next is something I didn't expect. We're not standing in front of the bar. We're standing in front of the hotel's spa area.

“What do you think of a sauna, Heidi?” he asks me with a smug smile.

The idea excites me. A first date in the sauna. Hot. In the truest sense of the word.

I smile at him a little sheepishly and signal that he can do whatever he wants with me. He understands me, takes my hand, and slips through the unlocked door of the spa area.

“This isn't his first time,” a voice inside me doubts. “Heidi, even if it is, enjoy the moment.”

“How about we both get changed?” he says, taking two large sauna towels from the wood-colored shelf as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Get changed. Tom probably means get undressed,” a voice warns me.

Three minutes later, I'm standing in front of him stark naked. Wrapped only in a white sauna towel that's a little too starched.

Without hesitation, he opens the sauna door. Heat hits me. He drops his towel.

“Awwwww, this is going to be good,” I think to myself.

I drop my towel. He smiles as he looks over my body while I spread my towel out on the hot wood. I lean forward and my big breasts dangle in front of him. Without even waiting, he immediately reaches for himself and starts jerking off his hard cock.

“Wow, he knows what he wants!”

I don't want to be rude. So I sit upright on my towel and squeeze my ample tits together. I slowly spread my legs to stroke my clit.

His cock gets harder. He stands up and pushes my legs even further apart. His glans dips into my wet pussy and pushes my labia apart. I feel his throbbing glans, he pauses.

“Fuck me! Come on, fuck me already!” my wet pussy begs.

He looks deep into my eyes. His right hand grabs my breast and kneads it. He circles my increasingly hard nipple with his thumb.

I open my lips, lick my lower lip, and beg him, “Fuck me. Please. Fuck me!”

His hips move forward. Finally. I feel his cock inside me. In one endless movement, he pushes his cock deep into my wet slit.

He fucks me. Oh God. Intense heat causes beads of sweat to form on my body. While he holds my bouncing left breast with his hand, he pushes his cock into me faster and faster.

How hot, I'm about to come. Just 10 to 15 more minutes of hard fucking and I'll really cum on his cock. Maybe I'll ride him. Or he'll take me doggy style. Now I let him fuck me long and hard.

“Awwwwwww. Heiiiiiidi,” he grunts. His pelvis twitches and cramps up. He shoots his hot load into me.

“That's it? That can't be!” rages an inner voice.

“Heidi, be nice. He's probably excited. It can happen. And it's happened many times before,” I reassure myself.

A little dejected, I step into the shower. After freshening up, I put on my skimpy silver dress. Only now does Tom see me in the hot dress. Before, I had my coat on over it.

He looks me over approvingly and can't take his eyes off my cleavage. It's hot that he likes me after he pumped his load completely into me. “That's a good sign,” I smile to myself.

“Come on, let's hurry, sweetheart! We're right on time. Then I'll lay the city at your feet.”

“He calls me sweetheart! He already has a pet name for me,” I think happily.

He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close to him.

“Wow! If he just fucks me longer, he could give me a really hot orgasm,” I think to myself.

After a few minutes, we arrive at the bar.

I press the silver elevator button. Finally, we go all the way to the top.

I'm alone with Tom in the elevator. He pulls me toward him and kisses my neck passionately.

“Awwwwwww, this could be the perfect orgasm,” I whisper excitedly.

“This moment is incredible,” he whispers in my ear. He starts nibbling on my earlobe. “Awwwww!”

The elevator doors open as we stand tightly entwined. In a moment, we will have a breathtaking view of the city.

Suddenly, an extremely attractive, petite beauty stands in front of us. Her bright green dress clings to her perfect body. First she looks at me. Then at Tom. Her features freeze. Hatred flares in her eyes.

“MICHAEL!” she starts to yell.

Tom, aka Michael, looks up with a start. Fear crosses his face.

“I'll leave you two alone,” I say goodbye, making my escape as quickly as possible.

Completely frustrated, I order a Cosmopolitan and stand alone by the window with my drink to enjoy the view.

The view is breathtaking. I watch the red neon light reflecting in my drink.

I don't know what to think. I need to process all this first.

I turn around again and see my former date being torn apart.

Suddenly, I feel something. Something thick.

Oh no! In all the excitement, I forgot that he pumped me full. Now I'm leaking while I watch the guy who pumped me full explain the whole situation to his girlfriend.