Room w View Ch. 03

"The offer is still open," she said and sucked me into her mouth while her tongue toyed with my shaft.

Calling on all my strength I stepped back. She handed me my boxers, I pulled them on and then finished dressing.

"I feel bad having you go away in this condition," Tiffany said running her hand along the outside of my tented jeans.

"Hey, I'm single. I'm used to dealing with this situation."

We all laughed. Each woman kissed me and we said good-night.

Within five minutes of being my apartment, I was in bed stroking hard. The orgasm was massive and accompanied by the vision of Tiff's beautiful breasts.

I spent the rest of the day sitting naked at my laptop researching paternity issues. Well, I also found time to review the pictures and video Dido and Artemis sent me. As darkness chased the light away I found myself missing them and my evening rendezvous before the window.

My thoughts slowly returned to Ferry. I wondered how it would be when the two of us saw each other again. Ferry, Artemis, Dido, Tiffany and even Brittany fought for attention in my imagination. Obviously, I was a confused man.

***

Monday in the office was less tense. Ferry seemed to have lost her angry edge. She was not back to her easy and warm self, but I no longer felt that daggers were piercing me every time she looked in my direction.

Around 3 we were at a point where lunch was possible.

Grabbing a couple sandwiches and cold drinks, we returned to our cubby.

"Nice job on that contract," I said. "Finding that reverter clause on the old deed is a home run. If we missed that, the whole deal could have fallen apart."

"Thanks," Ferry said.

"We're a good team, Ferry."

"In the office," she replied and tossed her trash.

"Can we talk about it?"

"Isn't the woman supposed to be the one to say we need to talk?"

"Usually, but I want to see if we can get past where we are." I looked at Ferry, who continued to avoid my gaze.

"We have a lot more work, Kyle."

"Let's finish and then we can have dinner tonight."

"I don't know..."

"Ferry, I really like you. I'm attracted to you. I think we could develop something between us. Let's not just dump it."

Slowly she met my eyes.

"Ok, dinner and we talk. No promises, Kyle, I am just agreeing to talk."

"Deal," I extended my hand. Ferry smiled and shook it.

We cleared up our assignments by 7 and walked outside. The temperature had dropped and the wind had picked up.

"Let's go to the Thai place around the corner," I suggested. "At least we won't freeze our asses off getting there."

In ten minutes we were seated at a quiet table in the back of the restaurant and were waiting for our beers to arrive.

"What a bitch of a day," Ferry said as she took her first sip.

"Couldn't put it better myself," I replied, "except as a man I can't use the word 'bitch' without being accused of using sexist language."

"That's bullshit," Ferry said with a smile, "we all call Martin a prick."

"True, true," I agreed and drank some beer.

We placed our orders and sat in silence, neither one of us wanting to begin the discussion we both knew was ahead.

"Ok, I'll go first," I said.

She nodded.

"Ferry, I apologize for maybe embarrassing you on Thanksgiving."

"Kyle, you did embarrass me, but that's not what pissed me off."

"What, then?"

She fidgeted in the booth, sipped some beer and looked around the restaurant.

Turning back to me she said, "I felt like I didn't know you. Like you had some secret life that you were hiding from me."

I tried to keep my expressions neutral. If you only knew, I thought to myself.

"Kyle, you seemed, I don't know, excited talking about exercising naked. And, then you acted like it would be no big deal if those women saw you naked. That's what really pissed me off. I felt like maybe we were heading in a special direction."

"I hoped we were," I said softly.

Our waitress arrived with our dinners. We stopped talking and began eating.

After a couple bites, Ferry put down her fork.

"Do you, Kyle? Do you want something special to happen between us?"

I swallowed and looked at her. I was again struck by how pretty Ferry is.

"Yes. Yes, I do. I want you very much, Ferry."

Ferry signaled to our waitress.

"Could you wrap all this up to go and bring our check, please?"

The waitress looked surprised since neither plate was hardly touched. She took them away and quickly returned with a bag and the check.

I paid and had to rush to keep up with Ferry.

She had hailed a cab by the time I exited the restaurant. I piled in after her and heard her give the driver her address.

She slipped her hand in mine and smiled.

The taxi pulled over in front of an old brownstone. I paid him and Ferry led me down a flight of stairs and underneath the stone steps leading to the ground floor. She unlocked the door and pulled me inside.

Turning on the light revealed a small studio apartment. To the left was an efficiency kitchen and table with two chairs. To the right was a seating area with three bean bag chairs, a small flatscreen TV and piles of books scattered about. Against the back wall was a double bed bracketed by two night stands. I saw two doors next to the bed assumed one must be a bathroom and the other a closet.

The room was clean, but obviously Ferry had not tidied up today. There were a pair of pink panties and a black tee shirt on the floor next to the bed. The sink held some dirty dishes and days' worth of newspapers were on the table and by the chairs.

"Why don't you use the bathroom," she said, "It's the door on the right."

I was about to tell her I didn't have to go when it dawned on me she probably wanted to do a quick sweep of the mess.

I hung my winter coat on the peg behind the front door and crossed to enter the bathroom. Since I was there, I used the toilet and washed my hands and face. I brushed my teeth with my finger. I took a couple minutes to examine all the things Ferry used to make her bathroom her own.

"Can I come out now?" I yelled through the door.

"Just a sec," she said.

I waited.

The door opened and Ferry stood in front of me dressed in a short silk robe.

"Ah, you've been busy."

"Tidying up a bit," she said.

"Love your housecleaning outfit."

Ferry blushed and said she needed to use the bathroom.

"Make yourself comfortable. There's beer in the fridge."

We exchanged places and she closed the door behind her. In a second she opened it.

"Uh, don't make yourself too comfortable. Clothes-wise that is."

She must have noticed the disappointment on my face.

"I want to do that, Kyle."

I smiled as she closed the door.

I was reading the front page of the morning paper when she reappeared.

"Hungry? I can nuke our leftovers."

"Ferry, I'm much more interested in you making me more comfortable."

Grinning, she stood in front of me and pulled my sports coat off.

Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it free. She tugged my tee shirt off and touched my bare skin.

"You have a nice body, Kyle."

"There's more," I answered.

I pulled her to me and we kissed. Our previous kisses were a little tentative and tender.

She crushed her mouth against mine and our lips seared each other. I slipped my hands on her butt and felt the tight package underneath the soft satin of the robe.

I ran my hands up her back and around to her front. I cupped her breasts, sensing she still wore a bra. As I squeezed each breast, her tongue plunged into my mouth.

We kissed passionately for a long time, our bodies rubbing against each other. My erection chafed against the inside of my pants as she ground into it.

I moved my hands from her chest and pulled the knot free on her robe. It fell open and I guided it off her shoulders. We parted long enough to allow it to float to the floor. My hands ran over the combination of bare skin and soft underwear. Everywhere I touched opened a new sensation.

Ferry tilted her head up and we kissed, our bodies tight against each other. My hands found the clasp on her bra. With the tension loosened, the material fell down her arms. Stepping back, I let the light garment fall free. I looked at her small and proud breasts. Tiny areolas and nipples standing erect caused a moan to escape my lips.

"Beautiful," I said.

"Thank you," Ferry replied with a smile. She knelt and unbuckled my belt. Opening my pants and easing down the zipper exposed my erection pushing against the silk boxers I wore.

Ferry eased my pants down and freed my feet from shoes and socks. Leaning in she kissed my erection through the silk, leaving a dark mark on the light blue material.

She eased the waistband past my tip and in a second, I stood naked in front of her. Running her fingers along my shaft, Ferry tipped the head to her lips and breathed across it. Her warm breath sent cool shivers up my spine. She licked me from top to the base and sucked a ball gently.

My arousal made me dizzy. I bent and pulled her up. I hoisted her into my arms and walked to the bed. Balancing her with one arm, I yanked the covers off and eased her onto the bed.

I quickly rid her of her black panties. Ferry had a wide strip whose edge met a vibrant tattoo. I stared and then laughed.

"Oh, god, you're laughing at me."

"What is that?"

"A dwarf."

"One of the seven?"

She nodded. I bent to look closer. The dwarf wore a wide grin and arched his back. His middle extended toward the thick, black patch. It was then I noticed that her pubic hair was shielding a large erection on the dwarf.

"Which one is he?"

"Happy."

I howled. "Yeah, I can see that now."

"Oh, how I wish I could undo that decision," Ferry sighed.

"What made you do it?"

"One word," she said.

I waited.

Grinning, she said, "Tequila."

We both burst out laughing, until I had to hold my sides.

When I could breathe again, I said, "Well, I guess that's better than Grumpy."

"Oh, I'd say that'd be appropriate once a month."

It took me a second, but then I got the joke. We both lost it again.

Finally settling down, I kissed Ferry. "I'm sure there is a great story to go with this little fella, but I am more interested in picking up where I was just a minute ago."

I gently spread her legs and crawled between them. I bent over her and kissed one taut nipple. Ferry squirmed under my attention. I fondled her other breast and then switched mouth and hand.

Ferry was pushing her chest toward my face. I let more of my weight rest on her until my erection lay along her damp pussy.

Slowly I broke away from her breasts and kissed my way toward 'Happy'.

The closer I neared my target, the stronger was the exotic scent. I nuzzled her soft, dark hair and let my lips settle on the damp spot between her thighs.

Using the tip of my tongue I gently licked the length of her slit.

"Oh, that's nice," she sighed.

I spread her lips and inserted my tongue as deeply as I could. I worked in and out and ran it up and around her clit. Ferry pushed her crotch hard against my face. I spent a long time on her clit and when I sensed she was peaking, I softly bit down.

Ferry grabbed my hair and pulled me tight against her. Groaning she clamped her thighs around my head and let her orgasm roll over both of us.

I moved my face to rest on her tummy.

"That was awesome. Now, I want you inside me."

A sense of panic swept over me.

"Uh, Ferry, you know I was not expecting this."

"Yeah, but it's a nice surprise, right?"

"A great surprise. You are so beautiful and I want nothing more than to make love to you."

"I sense a 'but' coming," she said.

"I didn't bring any protection with me,' I told her.

She looked at me and then grinned.

"What?" I asked.

"The asshole didn't take everything with him."

Ferry bounced over to the nightstand and pulled a package of condoms out of the drawer.

"Thank god for the asshole," I said "Maybe he wasn't all bad." I ripped open the foil package.

"I wouldn't go that far," said Ferry, but the look on her face said she was happy as I unrolled the condom.

Ferry guided me onto my back.

She climbed on top and ground her pussy against my erection. Bending she kissed me and lifted her hips. I reached down and aligned my tip with her opening.

She eased herself down and slowly took me inside.

Sitting up, Ferry looked at me. "I've waiting for this for a long time."

"Me, too."

"Your dick is big, Kyle. I like how it fills me. Let's fuck," she said and starting moving up and down.

We soon found a rhythm that worked for both of us. I used my thumb on her clit. She grunted with each thrust as she steadied herself by supporting her weight by extending her arms and placed her hands on my thighs.

Even with the condom, I felt her smooth insides. I lifted my hips to thrust deeper as she bore down on me. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return and let Ferry know.

"I'm real close," she panted. "Can you hold on a little bit longer?"

I used all my strength to delay the inevitable. Ferry leaned forward and pushed hard.

"Now," she cried.

I pumped hard and deep and within seconds we each discovered the sweet release we were working so hard to achieve.

Ferry kept moving through her orgasm and then collapsed onto my chest. I was still inside her and had not gone completely soft.

"I'm impressed that there is still life in that very attractive cock, but I need a rest," she said and slid off and snuggled next to me. Ferry rested her head on my chest and within a minute I heard her steady breathing. I pulled the covers over us.

With her in my arms, I thought about what just happened. I know I wanted to have sex with Ferry, but I'm surprised at how quickly we moved from hardly talking to enjoying each other in bed. I ran my hand over her naked flesh. Ferry looked great without clothes. She has a tight and toned body. Her small breasts are perfectly proportional and her butt is the stuff of dreams. I chuckled as I recalled the horny dwarf hanging around her pussy. I closed my eyes and thought that life was going really well.

That first night of passion was one of many.

We seemed to usually end up at Ferry's apartment. Our lovemaking stayed within fairly conventional bounds. Ferry was more comfortable relying on usual positions and comfortable places.

In the office, we remained focused on business. The most we ever ventured were small touches and caresses as we worked closely together.

One Saturday after a late night at the office and a later dinner, I took Ferry back to my apartment. We made love in my bed. After we were finished, I got up and went to the kitchen to get some bottled water for us. As I turned from the refrigerator, I saw Ferry behind me. She had pulled on one of my shirts and carried my silk boxers.

"What are they for?" I asked eyeing the boxers.

"I don't think you should be walking around naked," she replied.

"Why not? I certainly don't think we have anything to hide from each other."

"Well, I just think it's sorta gross to be running around nude."

"Ferry, I'm nude in your apartment."

"It's different."

"How?"

"Well, I just have one room, with just one window and this is a whole apartment. It just feels odd to walking around here, like in the kitchen, without clothes."

"I do it all the time."

"God, I hope you keep the drapes closed," she said. "You wouldn't want anyone to see you like that."

"If you only knew," I thought.

"Let's go back to bed," I said and tossed my boxers on a stool.

We made love again and fell asleep.

Ferry had to meet a cousin who was visiting in town. She was up early, showered and fixing her make-up while I lounged in bed.

"Staying there all day?" she teased.

"Maybe. I think I just might stay here until you come back and I can ravage you."

She smiled and worked on her eyeliner.

"I think you should get up and dressed."

"I may get up, but am definitely not getting dressed."

"Kyle, you can't spend all day naked."

"Why not?"

"It doesn't seem right, that's all."

Ferry finished getting ready and gave me an air kiss to avoid messing her freshly painted face.

"Talk to you later," she said slinging her leather bag over her shoulder.

"Not see you later?"

"I don't know how long my visit will take. I also need to clean my place, do laundry and other things. So, I'll call you and we'll see."

I waved and she left.

I grabbed my tablet and viewed the pictures from Artemis and Dido I had downloaded on it.

I enjoyed a long, slow masturbation watching them.

As I was cleaning up in the shower, I wondered what Ferry would think of the exhibitionist relationship I had with the mother and daughter. I was pretty sure the answer would be that she would not think highly of it. In fact, I bet she would be scandalized.

I dried myself and walked naked into the living room. I sat on the couch and flipped on the TV. I half-heartedly watched a football game, but my mind was on Ferry and how our relationship was developing.

She is truly beautiful and I enjoy sex with her. In the beginning I imagined that she could be the one. As I got to know her, however, it was becoming clear she would not understand the thrill of exhibitionism. I was still exploring that side of me and didn't understand exactly why it excited me as much as it did. The only hard fact was it did excite me—a lot.

Having sex with Ferry was fantastic, but I missed the excitement of my nightly rendezvous with Artemis. I stroked my dick until it stood straight up and then grabbed my phone and took a selfie looking down my naked body stretched out on the couch. I sent it to Artemis and Dido with the simple message, miss u both.

A minute later I received a reply from Dido. "miss u 2". The text was accompanied by a shot of her breast exposed as she lifted her hoodie.

"Yeah," I thought, "Ferry would definitely not get this."

Ferry called later and said she was going to stay home. We'd see each other at the office.

The next week at work was basically hell.

Martin was all over us, pushing for a major background report on a company our client was trying to acquire. Ferry and I were putting in 12 hour days and Martin was calling us on the hour to see what new info we had found and to curse our lack of progress. He wanted our memo and wanted it now.

On Thursday, I needed something to eat and the café had nothing left. It was after four and I hadn't had a bite all day.

"I'm going to run to the deli and get something. What can I get you?"

Ferry asked for a Greek salad while I was already salivating over the thought of a hot pastrami on rye with spicy mustard.

I called in the order on my cell and then handed it to Ferry.

"Martin's been calling us on my phone. You better keep it. If he calls tell him I'm in the library and give him an update. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

Ferry nodded. I had unlocked the phone and disabled the feature that re-locked after a minute of non-use.

"Thanks, but hurry, Kyle. If Martin finds out you left, he'll have our balls."

"Yeah, that would be bad. Worse for me, come to think of it."

"Absolutely," she said with a sly smile, "after all they belong to me." She reached out and cupped my balls. For her it was a major and rare display of public affection. For me, it reminded me how much I'd like to get laid.

It took me almost twenty minutes because of lines at the deli, but I burst into our cubicle holding the bag like I'd just won a gold medal.

"Food is at hand," I proclaimed.

Ferry stared at me. It was not a friendly stare.

"What's the matter?"

She looked at my phone. "You got a message."

"Shit. Martin called?"

Shaking her head, she said. "I thought it was Martin so I clicked on it. It wasn't 'til I opened it that I saw it wasn't from Martin. It definitely was not from Martin."