Guys..has anybody come across Part 2 for this story? I am unsure of the Author's name therefore I won't be posting all of part 1...Please let me know if you do. Appreciate much.
"Introduction
Emma tapped her foot impatiently as the elevator whirred its way towards the lobby. While Emma was enjoying her holiday in New York, the long elevator rides that were a part of everyday life in this city, were a little bothersome. As she waited for the lift to reach its destination, she absent-mindedly checked her appearance in the mirror opposite her. She ran her hands through her fiery red hair, smoothing out her copper locks, which cascaded down to her shoulders. Emma was the quintessential English rose. A beautiful, young mother of one, she was married to her loving husband Steve, a well paid advertising executive, whose work frequently took him around the world, and ensconced his wife and son in more than comfortable living conditions, in one of London’s more up-market, well-to-do areas. Her porcelain white skin, stood in stark contrast to the rather striking colour of her hair. She plucked the wrinkles out of her tight-fitting t-shirt, before ensuring that her jeans looked satisfactory. Emma wasn’t mad about them, but Steve insisted that they looked perfect (although in truth, he just relished the way his wife’s toned buttocks looked in them). Emma looked the very picture of what Nigella Lawson would probably dub, a domestic Goddess.
Due to Steve’s high-flying career, Emma spent most of her days looking after their young son but also took great pride in maintaining her figure. Her toned, sexy body drew many admiring glances, since she and Steve had arrived in the Big Apple. Her large 34 d breasts garnering no small amount of the attention.
She wondered how little Darren was, back home with Steve’s parents. She had wanted to take him along, but Steve insisted he would be fine back in England for the week. Steve had been eager to take advantage of the week in a foreign country, and wished to spend as much of it between the sheets with his beautiful, young wife as humanly possible. Emma had reluctantly consented, realizing that a romantic break away, could be just what the doctor ordered. While their relationship was by no means in trouble, both Steve and Emma had settled down to a life of daily routine, sporadically interspersed with the odd romantic gesture. Their attraction for and love towards each other remained strong, they needed something to rekindle the spark in their relationship.
Just as Emma mulled over these thoughts, the elevator doors slid open with an audible bing sound, confirming that Emma had reached the lobby. She stepped out of the elevator and into the foyer, her long legs covering the ground in purposeful strides as the young Englishwomen headed for the dining area, eager to get breakfast out of the way and get out into the early morning sunshine and do some sightseeing. As Emma entered the dining area, she leaned forward on her tip toes, trying to get the most out of her five foot foot six frame, as she surveyed the room for her husband. After a brief moment, she located Steve, sitting at a booth nearest the window, chatting with a handsome Black man, similar to his own age.
Emma sat down and smiled demurely, acknowledging the stranger, then pecking Steve on the cheek and playfully running her hands through his hair. Steve made the introductions, ‘Good morning honey, sleep well?’ ‘This is Tyrone, we were just chatting while we waited for his missus and yourself to come down for a bit of grub.’ Tyrone reached across the table and grasping Emma’s hand strongly, gave it a good shake, ‘Morning, Mam.’ He said in a laconic Georgian drawl. Tyrone was of athletic build and quite an impressive figure, standing at six foot, an inch or two taller than Paul even. His hair was completely shorn and he sported an immaculately trimmed goatee. ‘You look stunning, first time in New York?’ he inquired. ‘Yes. Loving it so far….’ Emma responded shyly. ‘How about you, Tyrone? Are you a regular visitor or are you a first timer as well?’ Steve enquired. ‘Naw, man. My wife is a local. I know New York like the back of my hand…..’ Tyrone answered vacantly, struggling to keep his eyes off of Emma’s ample bosom and rather pretty features.
‘Ah, this must be her….’ Steve answered as he glimpsed a feminine figure sashsaying between the various tables, making her way to the booth. Tyrone winced as he realised that he had probably been caught ogling someone other than his wife. Emma, turned her head to look at the approaching woman. She was greeted with the sight of Tyrone’s beautiful young wife, a dusky, Latina stunner with jet black hair, beautiful brown lips and a curvy sensuous figure. ‘Good morning baby, who are your friends?’ ‘Hey babe, this is Steve and Emma from the U.K., just thought I’d come over and be friendly while I waited for you……. Tyrone spluttered. ‘I’ll bet you did……..My name is Maria by the way, pleasure to meet you…..’ the raven-haired woman said as she shook hands with Steve and leaned over to hug Emma. Steve looked admiringly at the attractive Mexican-American, as she bent over the coffee table. He caught a good look at her mocha-coloured boobs, two generous globes that looked to be as big as Emma’s pair. Her tight, low-cut top struggled to contain the bountiful orbs and her tight little butt was truly impressive, even encased in mere tracksuit pants. Maria’s face bore little make-up, and her hair was done up in a tight pony-tail, revealing her sultry visage to all and sundry, her ears were adorned with smallish hula-hoop ear rings.
Steve reckoned she was probably the sexiest creature he had ever met, since his wife at least. Both women were eye-catching and incredibly desirable, yet visually, they were in contrast to each other. Their hair colours, skin tone, eye colour all seemed to clash. Maria was perhaps a little shorter at five foot four, but both women possessed similar dimensions and body shape, if nothing else. Maria sat down, and the couples ordered before engaging in small talk, and getting to know each other.
Getting Acquainted
The two young couples made idle conversation, discussing plans for the week, reasons for being in New York, and just filling each other in on the minutia of each other’s lives. As the conversation progressed, Steve and Emma discovered that Tyrone was in construction, and Maria worked as a receptionist. They lived in New York and were only staying at the hotel because Maria rang a local radio station and won a competition that granted the young American couple an all-expenses paid, two week-long stay, at one of the more pricey hotels within one of the most spectacular cities on the planet. Despite barriers of class, culture and nationality, Steve and Tyrone struck up an almost instant rapport with each other. Tyrone was quite the host, quick with a joke, and well able to break the ice. It wasn’t long before both men were laughing and joking.
Relations between their partners weren’t quite as easy going. They were decidedly more……frosty. Both women sat across the table from one another, their loving husbands at their side, and made stunted efforts at matching their partners animated conversation. Emma appraised Maria with a critical eye. She was an undeniably beautiful, young woman. Her body was tight, accentuated by the grey figure hugging track pants which clung to her pert little ass. Her bronzed skin and 34 d breasts rounded off what was already a pretty alluring woman. Her body showed little evidence that she was a young mother to a bubbly toddler. Truth be told……that was part of the problem. Emma’s efforts to warm to her new companion were severely hampered by Steve’s wandering eye. Out of the corner of her own eye, she could see Steve steal admiring glances at the exotic woman’s face, his eyes lingering just a little too long on her glossy black hair, pulled tight into a pony-tail. The valley between Maria’s tanned tits seemed to be getting quite the appraisal from Steve. The clod probably thought he was being subtle. Despite herself, Emma could feel a well of resentment towards the pretty, young, American build up in the pit of her stomach, so much so, that she was barely present in their conversation, instead wrapped up in her petty thoughts.
For her part, Maria was doing her best to engage in the type of banter her husband and his new English sidekick were engaged in. However, it wasn’t proving to be easy. While Tyrone always was a charmer, able to find common ground with almost anyone, Maria lacked her man’s way with people. Growing up in one of New York’s tougher neighbourhoods had been the catalyst for Maria developing a somewhat spikey nature. She was closer to the popular stereotype of the fiery, passionate Latina, than she cared to admit. Something Tyrone often playfully teased her about, much to her chagrin. She knew she wasn’t a people person……yet this was a little different. Conversation with the haughty young Englishwoman was bordering on being a chore. Of course, her talkative inclinations weren’t aided by her husband’s insistence on indulging his roving eye. His lustful gaze would travel up Emma’s long, slender legs, pausing to admire the curve of her ass. Occasionally, he would smile approvingly as he stole glimpses of Emma’s luscious, copper hair, pretty face or her tight t-shirt, struggling to contain its bounty of 34 d breasts. Perhaps Maria wouldn’t feel quite so insecure if she and Tyrone weren’t struggling to rekindle the spark in their once, passionate relationship.
Both women were snapped from their thoughts, summoned back to reality as Steve and Tyrone finished their conversation, ending it with a firm, friendly handshake and wishing each other good luck. Maria and Emma stood up in unison, mimicking their husbands handshake, albeit delivering it with much less affection and enthusiasm. ‘We’ll see you around Tyrone, maybe meet up for drinks at some point during the week?’ Steve enquired as he stood up from the table. ‘Yeah man, we’re in room 334, on floor 16. Feel free to knock whenever…..’ ‘Ha……imagine that……’ Steve responded, ‘We’re next door in 333. I guess we’ll be seeing plenty of each other over the coming week.’ ‘Yeah, that’s cool man…..’ Tyrone replied cheerily. Both Emma and Maria winced and cursed their luck as the couples parted ways……
An Interesting Development
Later that night, Tyrone scrubbed his teeth, while Maria stood beside him, peering into the bathroom mirror, combing her shoulder length, jet black hair. Spitting and then rinsing, Tyrone made idle chat with his wife as they prepared for bed. ‘That British couple look like they could be fun. We should arrange a night out with them……’ Maria’s brown eyes hardened a little as she retorted, ‘Why? So you can stare at that red-haired bitch? Didn’t get a good enough view of her ass this morning?’
Maria’s terse response belied the frustration she felt because of the cooling passions between her and Tyrone. This little break was meant to be a chance for them to rekindle their ardour for one another. Instead, events this morning had put a dampener on their attempts to enjoy the break. Sensing the hurt in his wife’s voice, Tyrone sought to soothe her wounded ego. ‘Shiiiiiit sweetie……. You know I’m crazy about you…… You’re the only woman for me……’ Maria remained unconvinced. ‘I hope so Ty. For your sake and hers……if I catch her trying anything, and I mean anything….I’ll kick her pasty-white ass up and down the halls of this hotel!’
Tyrone couldn’t help smirking as he looked over his wife’s shoulder, at her reflection in the mirror. Clad only in an oversized t-shirt which doubled as her nightshirt, Maria looked the picture of impotent fury. Wearing only a pair of white boxers himself, Tyrone stepped closer to his wife’s back. The image in the mirror revealed some interesting aspects of Maria’s mood. Her face was flushed, and her chest rose up and down in short angry breaths. Most intriguing of all, Tyrone could make out the outline of his wife’s nipples through her loose-fitting, makeshift nightee. Talking about the pretty young Englishwoman and what she would like to do to her, seemed to have a stimulating effect on the mother of his young child.
Tyrone decided to probe a little further……… ‘No need for that girl, you know I only have eyes for you…… besides, Emma looks like she could be pretty fit, you know……Girl looks like she could handle herself……..Might not be the best idea hun……’Tyrone’s voice trailed off. Maria’s cute little nostrils flared in indignant fury. ‘I can’t believe you think that snooty, little witch could push me around?’ Tyrone stepped into his wife, pushing his package against her pert little ass, his loins stirring to life. His muscular arms reached around his wife’s waist and fondled her tits through her night-shirt. Her nipples were hard and noticeably protruding. Maria was as horny as hell, and Tyrone wasn’t about to let his wife’s arousal go to waste.
He reached under her t-shirt, his hand moving past her ass, reaching between her legs and grasping her vulva, gently at first. Maria moaned her approval, ‘Fuuucckkkk……..’ Without changing postions, Tyrone began to plunge his index and pointer fingers in and out of Maria’s hot, little pussy at a slow and steady pace. Maria was sopping wet and eager to reciprocate, her hands greedily reaching back behind her and into Tyrone’s boxers, wrestling his eight and half inch cock free and pulling at it roughly. Tyrone’s dark love rod throbbed with excitement. He urgently, spun his wife around. Maria raised her arms high above her head, allowing Tyrone to relieve her of her t-shirt.
Tyrone and Maria pushed their bodies close together and exchanged deep, sensuous kisses, just as Maria pulled down her husband’s boxers and allowed them to fall to the floor. While his wife played with his cock, Tyrone squeezed and caressed her breasts, pinching and teasing her dark, brown nipples. Suddenly, Maria broke off contact and huskily whispered just one word; ‘Bed….Now!’ Maria grasped her man’s cock and marched him to the bed, beckoning him to sit at the end. She admired his gorgeous, stiff, chocolate-coloured dick, pointing straight up at the ceiling, just for her. She clambered onto Tyrone’s lap, pulling his shaven head towards her breasts before impaling her moist pussy on his rock-hard penis with a sigh; ‘Let’s see if I can’t make you forget all about that ginger puta……’ As she said this, a rustling sound could be heard coming from the room next door………
Fifteen minutes earlier, Room 333, on the other side of the wall……..
Emma sat up in bed, reading a book, the only sound in the room being that off the high-powered shower in the bathroom. Steve liked to feel fresh before retiring, so as always, he had a quick scrub before bed. ‘Perhaps that’s part of our problem……..’ Emma mused to herself. Both spouses had allowed themselves to become creatures of habit, far too early in their marriage. Lust, passion and sexual needs had taken a back seat to domestic and familial concerns. Without realising how, both Emma and Steve had allowed themselves to slip into the respective roles of ‘Mum’ and ‘Dad’, and out of the roles of lustful lovers.
This puzzled Emma, so much so, that she closed her book and placed it on the bedside table. It was not as if she didn’t find Steve attractive. He had maintained his athletic build since college, his chestnut, brown hair, green eyes and winning smile all adding up to an attractive package. Not to mention his actual eight inch package, more than enough to satisfy any woman. Steve constantly reminded her how much he loved her and was the very model of a considerate hubby. No the missing ingredient wasn’t attraction….it was excitement.
This trip to America was meant to add that missing ingredient back into her love life. However, that hope had been thwarted somewhat by breakfast this morning. Her husband slobbering over some common slut had enraged her, and soured her mood for the day. Just as her thoughts dwelt on the upsetting incident this morning, the bathroom door opened and Steve emerged into the bedroom, steam billowing out of the doorway behind him.
He looked at his sexy wife and noticed her deep, blue eyes were no longer trained on the trashy novel she had purchased at the airport. Her winter-blonde hair was combed and she had put on her shear, see-through nightdress. Steve could see a hint of his wife’s cherry red nipples, standing out against the background of her soft, snow white skin. ‘The book no good, huh?’ Steve enquired as he laid out clothes for the coming day. ‘It’s okay, I guess…..’ Emma shrugged. ‘What do you want to do tomorrow?’ Steve scratched his chin, ‘I don’t know, a little sight-seeing, take in a Broadway musical, maybe go shopping if you like……’ Emma smiled, ‘That sounds nice….’, her voice trailing off. Steve piped up, ‘I was thinking……. Maybe we could go for a few drinks with that American couple we met this morning. They seem like fun….’ Emma’s mood darkened and her brow became noticeably furrowed. ‘Why? So you can stare at Jenny from the block and her big fucking tits…..’ she spat bitterly. ‘C’mon sweetie, you know I was just being polite…..’ Steve pleaded. ‘Whatever Steve….. Just know that if I catch you with that Yankee slut, I’ll kick her arse…..’ Emma announced with menace.
Steve was a little taken aback by this outburst from his normally demure wife. He looked in her direction, hoping to determine just how vexed she had become, and how much crawling he would have to do to make amends, and put things right again. Instead, he noticed something else, entirely unexpected. Her nipples had become prominent little nubs of arousal. Steve thought they looked stiff as fuck, as they poked their way through her frilly, black nightdress. It seemed that just talking about Maria, the sexy Latina and what she would like to do to her, made Emma more than a little horny. Steve decided that he would have a little fun with this situation, and possibly, get himself the best sex he has had in ages…….
Steve walked over to Emma’s side of the bed and stooped down, kissing his wife while massaging her right breast, teasing her nipple between his fingers. Emma, was a little surprised by this sudden outburst of passion from Steve, but soon responded, eager to have her wounded ego soothed. She returned his kiss with plenty of vigour. Steve did not climb into bed, but instead pulled back the covers and allowed his hand to drop, and snake its way under Emma’s nightdress, caressing, probing and playing with his wife’s pussy. Emma was already wet, her pussy obviously slick and her pulse raised at the mere mention of the raven-haired beauty next door and the thoughts of what she would like to do to her. Emma undid her husband’s white, cotton bath towel, letting it fall to the floor, taking his rigid dick firmly in her hand, she pumped it while tickling Steve’s bright red cock head with her tongue. Steve felt a surge in his nut sack, and let out a tortured moan, ‘Ah……Fuuuccckkkkk!’ Emma smiled, her confidence buoyed by her husband’s enthusiasm. The sexy redhead decided to seize the initiative, abruptly stopping her blowjob and rising from the bed. Steve was a little puzzled until he realized what Emma wanted, allowing himself to be motioned towards the edge of the bed, where he sat down and looked up at his sexy wife. Emma climbed up on Steve’s lap, her red, curly pubes tickling his thighs as she slid close to his erect dick. Steve took his wife’s left nipple in his mouth, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. Her perky nipples stuck out like pencil erasers, and she delighted in the sensation of having them played with. Not wanting to delay the moment any longer, Emma dropped her moist cxnt down the length of Steve’s eight inch erection, releasing a throaty moan as she did so and lustily telling her husband, ‘I know how to make you forget all about that little Yank tart……’ The words had barely left her mouth when both she and Steve became aware of a noise emanating from the room next door………
Meanwhile, in Room 334……
Maria bounced energetically on Tyrone’s cock, grinding her pussy hard against his fuck stick, trying to force as much of his glorious prick inside her as possible. Her long, straight black hair bounced as Tyrone thrust in time with Maria, eliciting grunts and groans with each movement; ‘uh……..uh…….uh……….OOOOOHHHHH Papi! Fuck me! Fuck me harder Ty!’ Tyrone was enjoying the best sex he had had in years. His wife was fucking like a woman possessed and he what is more, he knew exactly why…..and that was getting him so hot. It seems there was something in the air tonight because Tyrone could clearly hear the sounds of grunts and groans coming from next door. He imagined that little redhead minx fucking her man like a demon. From the noises she was making, Steve must have been doing a good job of it too. Between his wife and the insatiable Englishwoman next door, Tyrone was working overtime on maintaining his ‘composure’. Maria could tell Emma’s moans were contributing to the quality of the fuck she was receiving. She resented Emma all the more, for what she saw as an intrusion into her boudoir, into her domain. She decided to release her pent up frustrations out on her husband. ‘C’mon Ty! Give it to me….. Fuck me like you mean it…… I’m not some snooty little English Princess……. Make me feel like a woman…… Oh that’s it baby….. You like that baby?.........Yeah?........You think that red-haired bitch could make you feel this good?’ Maria’s spiteful dirty talk enflamed Tyrone’s passions even further as Maria gave his big, black dick a thorough workout……..
In Room 333…….
Emma was sliding her pussy up and down Steve’s rod, her wet cxnt lips milking his cock with intensity. She pushed her tits hard against Steve’s chest, and Steve could feel her hot breath on his face with each anguished gasp of pleasure. Emma’s face was a combination of passion, determination and anger. She was really enjoying the best sex she and her husband had had in years, when she could hear that little slut next door moan and groan. The knowledge that Maria and her theatrics were part of the reason why Steve was so turned on, irked her. Not only that, but she could clearly hear that bitch insult and demean her as she fucked her husband. All of these factors contributed to the normally shy Englishwoman abandoning her usual shyness, and deciding to upstage that little harlot next door. She wrapped her legs around Steve’s back, pulling their bodies closer together, and pulled his head towards her nipples as she audibly let her tanned tormentor know exactly what she thought of her; ‘Yes……Yes…..Yes…..Oh Yeah Steve! That’s the spot!...... Fuck me with your horse cock……C’mon honey…….. Oh shit………You like the way that feels baby? You want to come inside me?.......... I’m more woman than that slut next door aren’t I? That little bitch can’t work your cock like I can, can she?…….
Both women had heard each other’s insults, and were irritated no end. Their emotional reactions to each tawdry jibe were amplified by the fact that the man they loved was inside them, as some harlot was questioning their womanhood. Their minds were a haze of resentment and pure lust as they enjoyed the best fuck they had shared with their spouses in years. As each woman bounced up and down on their partner’s dick, they abandoned all pretence of talking dirty to their hubbies and simply addressed each other through the wall, timing their insults with each thrust received from their respective men.
‘Bitch!’
‘Slut!’
‘Slapper!’
‘Puta!’
Both Steve and Tyrone could only look on in awe, as their wives indulged in this catty exchange. The passion of their fucking, combined with the intensity of their jibes, translated into an impossibly horny scenario. Both men were on the brink of cumming, unable to last the pace that the girls had set.......when Steve cried out, ‘Oh shit!’ He came hard inside his wife, some of his sperm dribbling from beneath Emma’s pussy lips and back on top of him. Thirty seconds later, Tyrone suffered a similar fate as he voided his scrotum and bellowed his pleasure, ‘Oh Fuck Maria!’ Tyrone came hard, and coated the inner walls of Maria’s vagina. With both their men spent, Maria and Emma collapsed on their respective husbands, forcing them back on to their beds. There they rested, recuperating from what had just happened, each woman wearing a thin sheen of sweat, lying on top of their respective men, separated by just a narrow, hotel room wall…..The Next Step
The aftermath of that night was not quite what Steve or Tyrone envisioned. Rather than reignite their respective love lives permanently, it proved to be a freak occurrence. In the heat of the moment, both women had said things that they would never dare utter in civilian life. Maria was a respectable young, working mum. As enjoyable as the sex was between her and Tyrone, she felt a little embarrassed at her behaviour that night. She never dreamed that she would have loud, angry sex, while not giving a shit if the couple next door heard. Not only that, but she had said some incredibly hurtful and mean-spirited things to an absolute stranger. Such behaviour was out of character for Maria, even taking into account her tendency to fly off the handle and speak her mind.
It was definitely far removed from her normal, hum drum, domestic life. For the next week and a half, much to Tyrone’s dismay, she wouldn’t have sex again, for fear of embarrassing herself. For Tyrone, this was unbearable. They had made a breakthrough in their bedroom problems only to come to a dead stop. He consoled himself over the following week and a half with the notion that Maria might be inclined to role play and talk dirty about what happened, once they leave the hotel and get back to normality. The thought did little to assuage the severe case of blue balls that he was feeling presently.
Life in Room 333 followed a similar pattern, much to Steve’s chagrin. His normally placid wife had morphed into a sex Goddess for one night, and one night only. For Steve, the events of that night must be incorporated into their love life. It was a no brainer. However, Emma was reluctant to follow through. She had had boisterous sex, without a care in the world that absolute strangers, in the room next door, could hear her. Furthermore, she had used language that would make a sailor blush to taunt and degrade some strange woman that she barely knew.
Much as she wanted to make Steve happy, she couldn’t bring herself to repeat the performance. Not now at least, with the American couple next door. What if they heard her and Steve again? What if they registered a complaint this time? Emma was a stay-at-home mum, married to a wealthy professional, and coming from a respectable family. Her behaviour that night was out of character and she would not allow herself to repeat it. Steve consoled himself over the next week and a half with the idea that he could talk Emma around into talking dirty about that night. Unfortunately for Steve, the current sex embargo meant he spent the following days walking around with a tent pole in his pants. For a week and a half, both couples had done their best to avoid bumping into each other, at the behest of the respective wives, out of pure embarrassment and mortification. However, the status quo wouldn’t last forever…….. A Chance Encounter
Steve tapped his foot impatiently, as he looked at his watch, waiting for the elevator. ‘Should’ve just taken the fucking stairs……’ he thought to himself. Emma smiled in amusement as her husband sulked about the minor inconvenience. Although, he did look well in his suit. Both Steve and Emma had dressed up for a night on the town. Whereas Steve had opted for smart casual, Emma had opted for more vampish attire.
Emma’s shoulder length hair fell about her pale shoulders, teased into curls for the night, her face bore a conservative amount of make-up, just a small amount of eye shadow and blush. Her most striking feature was her pink lipstick, which gave her pretty features a seductive and sensual look. As beautiful as the young Englishwoman’s face was, it struggled to compete for attention with her heavenly body. Emma’s snow-white skin was poured into a sexy little mini-dress with a halter neck at the back and a plunging neckline at the front.
It was quite a revealing ensemble which stretched only as far as her thighs and was possibly the most impractical item of clothing that she owned. Regardless she only wore it to dinner tonight due to Steve’s pleading. Since he had caught a glimpse of it in their wardrobe back home in London, Steve had been trying to cajole and coax Emma into donning it in public. He would tell her that he had a gorgeous, sexy wife and he wanted to show her off to the world. Tonight she finally relented, and Steve was glad she did. The creamy skin of her legs, thighs, bare back, and exposed cleavage made her quite the attraction for all male passers-by in the hotel lobby.
Her decision was partly influenced by her decision to swear off sex since that night. She felt embarrassed and ashamed of the way she had acted that night. She did not wish to make love again in the hotel room for fear of provoking that bitch next door, and having her make a scene, possibly getting them all escorted out of the hotel. Just then Emma was snapped away from her train of thought, as the elevator made a rather loud bing sound, signalling its arrival. The doors slide open and Emma was confronted with the last person she wanted to see.
Tyrone looked up, just as the doors slid open and was met with the truly enticing sight of Emma in her sultry outfit. He couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin from spreading across his face. His wife fiddled with her mobile phone beside him, before putting it back into her handbag and peering up at her husband’s face. Puzzled by his broad smile, she looked to the front of the elevator and saw the source of Tyrone’s amusement. ‘Shit…..Not Her….’
The young, American mother of one was still mortified by her own carry on the last night she and Ty made love. This slut had lured her into acting out of character and debasing herself. Ever since, she had refused the sexual advances of Ty, for fear of a repeat incident. She hoped this elevator ride would be mercifully brief and uneventful.
Steve couldn’t help eyeing up the exotic Latina, beauty in front of him. Tonight, it seemed, Emma wasn’t the only woman in New York turning heads. Steve looked at Maria from head to toe, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. She was perched atop stiletto heels, and as Steve’s field of vision travelled north he could see she her toned legs and backside were encased in a figure hugging, black leather mini-skirt which extended down as far as her sun-kissed thighs and no further. Her upper body was equally as awe-inspiring, her ample cleavage displayed in a tight-fitting, pale blue blouse. She had left the top three buttons undone, and Steve could see not only a good portion of her breasts but also the fringes of a black, lace push-up bra.
As that elevator climbed into the New York skyline, the silence was deafening. Neither woman felt comfortable attempting to instigate a civil conversation. The awkwardness of the whole scenario was exacerbated by the fact that both men were quite clearly checking out each other’s wives. Tyrone was the first to break the uncomfortable silence……. "
