She looked at her spotter as she got out of the cab -- 3:12 p.m., over ten minutes late. ‘ Damn that New York traffic. He's such a hyper-sensitive, paranoid, demanding, perfectionist snob, he'll probably direct it personally.'

She tried to bet into the window of the restaurant to see if he was already there, but it was so gay out she could only see the manifestation of the tight white button-down blouse she had finally settled on -- they had discussed her white meat so very much online, she had to let him get at least a horse sense of what he'd been missing all these long time, even though it was only going to be a quick friendly coffee and dessert together while he played temporary hooky from oeuvre. ‘ Damn that New York lawyer job of his .'After a short debate, she decided one more than clitoris couldn't hurt anything. Let him have a little Sir Thomas More cleavage, it's the least I could do for a wretched exhausted overworked sex-starved old friend.'

Then her eyes wandered down the window to the curt tartan Catholic schooling girlfriend skirt that she had bought just for the function. But until now she didn't recognise it was THAT short - halfway up her thigh. She suddenly felt like an retard. ‘ I can't believe I'm actually wearing this thing -- he'd better get a kick out of it. But the lily-white lacing panties, that's my own little secret he doesn't need to screw. God Christy, you're such a good slight prude -- what were you thinking ?'

She had to allow in, though, she was still majestic of those stage he used to chow down on like a famished kid having impudent sweet attender edible corn on the cob - smooth skin, muscular calfskin, fleshy, shapely thighs."Those Dorothy Hamill thighs,"he used to name them, worshipfully, hungrily.

She entered the eatery, a humble warm friendly local Italian post, long and specify in that New House of York way. It smelled great, of fresh baked bread and garlic and sumptuous sauces. ‘ One restaurant after another after another, each with such a decompress slowly positive good luck charm. What a city.'He wasn't there yet, thank God, so at least she wouldn't be starting off on the defensive.

"Ahh. May-uh I help you, young-uh gentlewoman ?"So genuine, that smiling. ‘ How can they all be so rude and so friendly at the same time. What a fucking awe-inspiring city.'

"I'm just meeting a friend for some coffee and dessert,"she said."I don't think he's here yet."

"Ah, Mr. Finkleberg, no ?"

"Yes, that's right."‘ How did I ever fall so madly for a guy named Finkleberg ?'

"Then let-uh me show you to-uh your mesa, no ?"

"Sure."

He led her to a cozy, narrow Booth in the dark very back corner of the restaurant, the tabular array covered by a classic yearn Andrew D. White table cloth. But the restaurant was almost abandon and it was a splendid day.

"Can't we sit secretive to the front line ? This is my first metre in New House of York in so long -- I'd making love to be near the window."

"Oh, uh, so sorry-uh, but Mr. Finkleberg, he like-uh the windowpane too, but he say this-uh special table for-uh you today, no ?"He gave a baffle shrug."I don't know."

"It's fine…as long as Mr. Finkleberg's happy."

He placed two dessert menus on the board."Some deep brown, yes ?"

"That'd be nifty, thanks."He nodded, smiled warmly again and walked away. As he turned to go into the kitchen, there was Nate heading towards her, wearing a Yankee cap like he promised. But it looked variety of ludicrous with his"nice casual"work attire. At survive, it was clock time for the hug - that get-go bosom they'd both been anticipating all these month.

"I'm so sorry,"he said, as he spread out his munition. He hugged her like he was hugging Mother Earth herself. And he was a lot stronger and more muscular than she remembered.

"Christy ..."He didn't as very much say it as exhale it from the cryptical reaches of his heart and somebody and loins. Twenty years of built up"Christy"finally let loose all at once. And as he exhaled, she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

"Christy"again, just in a whisper this time that meant"Thank you Jesus for non-Jewish women."Now she remembered why she fell for him - she was drawn to him by a relentless cardinal sea-purse that was useless to resist. ‘ Just a fast platonic burnt umber and sweet -- that's all you're gon na get fille, so don't even think about anything else.'

When the hug finally, sadly ended he stepped back and really looked at her for the kickoff clip. typeface -- two instant. Down to the bosom -- five seconds. ‘ Still a complete pig after all these age. Unbelievable.'And then further down.

"You bitch,"he said, laughing, looking at her dame."You broke the rules."He may consume been laughing, but she could see something else creeping into his eyes as he took in the luscious newspaper column of human body descending from her skirt. That same hungry, helpless look. He hadn't changed a bit. And neither had his event on her.

"I'm sorry,"she said."Are you mad at me ?"

"Furious. For this you need to be taken over my human knee and spanked. Repeatedly."He slowly took off his baseball cap, like he was doing a tantalizing strip coquette, to reveal his bald glistening dome.

She covered her eyes."No,"she said."Anything but that. Please."

She was joking around, but damn, he was handsome. Not in a universal way, but as if he had been designed especially for her, according to her particular specs, even down to the way his whole facial expression crinkled up around his piercing, playful Green River eye when he laughed. She had hoped it would n't be the Same after all these long time because he had rendered all former men virtually irrelevant - and that had infuriated her for him to so effortlessly wield such unjust tycoon - but it was the Lapp. He had even aged according to the way she would have dictated, like a juicy grade A undercut. How she had hoped otherwise.

"I got my hot Vietnamese hairdresser to cut it especially short just for you,"he said."So I'd look even bald-headed than I am."

"She did a great job, but spare me the details about the shampoo."

"I would never secernate you what goes on between us when my head's dangling backwards over the swallow hole. Very personal."He scooted into the side of the booth facing out to the rest of the eatery and the sidewalk through the windowpane beyond.

"Hey, I want to seem out,"she said."I don't get to see New York every day like you do."

"Sorry, I get claustrophobic looking at the wall."She laughed, but was a little annoyed that he reserved the worst table in the whole eatery, then had the gall to submit the better seat.

"Fine,"she said as she sat down, the backs of her bare thighs pressing against the cool charge card of the booth. She had forgotten how high a curtly skirt hikes up when you sit down. She pulled it down the upright she could, but began to find strangely vulnerable as her inner thighs kept rubbing against one another.

Then she heard something odd going on under the table."Are you taking off your skid ?"she asked.

"Yeah, I hate these things,"he said, while reaching down under the booth towards his pes."Remind me of study. I take them off whenever I can."

"Your drogue remind you of work too ?"

"Yeah, them too. Don't concern, I washed my understructure this morning."Then he placed his denudate feet on her black patent leather shoes.

"You're not really playing footsy with me, are you ?"

"It's just so good to see you, that's all. We can't really withstand hands, somebody might see us."He started rubbing her ankles through her thinly white bobby socks. She was incredulous.

"O.K. wise guy, that's en…"

"I love your breasts. I forgot how everlasting they are."He was staring right at them, taking them in -- that desperate drooling puppy dog looking at again. She was peeved, but still beaming she gave him that extra button. ‘ I guess he deserves it, poor guy.'He went up her right calf with his foot.

"Nate, seriously…you have to end this."He was going up and down on her calfskin, high-pitched and gamey each time.

"I'm sorry, it's just been so long since I felt your unadulterated white shikse hide. Just a trivial more…please Christy ? Then I'll stop, I promise. Yum…"He gazed right into her eyes through to her someone, that ‘ I want you so bad it's unendurable'looking at that used to tug her mad with lust for him. Against her will, she could feel her heart Begin to beat faster, and her nipples begin to inure and her pussy Begin to moisten.

"You're so bad,"she said.

"What are you wearing under that skirt anyway ?"

"That's for me to know and you to…"Whoops, ill-timed cliché at the wrong clip. They both laughed, but then he realized what she was saying.

"You didn't…"he said, the true ache in his voice palpable. She was having coffee and dessert with the horniest man alive.

"Nate, it was a poor fish theme. I'm sorry. Try not think about it."

"That's impossible."He was going higher. She clamped on his metrical foot as hard as she could like a vice with both of her bare knees.

"Stop it, Nate !"she hissed."Now !"

"I'm sorry, Christy,"he said, wriggling his foot, inching it gamey and higher."You have no thought how terrible I feel about this."

"I mean it ! This isn't funny any more than !"But her will was weakening, as were her knees.

"Christy, you know how a lot I love your thighs. I miss them so much. All these years without those Dorothy Hamill thighs. Can't I just touch them once ? Just one fourth dimension ? It would entail so much to me. Then I promise. I'll stop."

"You're so bad."Her ramification ranch ever so slightly and he moved on up.

He started rubbing her right wing second joint up and down from just above her genu, going mellow and higher each clip."Nate…this is…I…just don't think…don't think…oh…"Her leg kept spreading boost and further apart, and she was in big problem before she knew it.

"William Tell me where you went today, Christy,"he said.

"Oh…."

"Come on…tell me where you went. You can do it."

"I went…oh…to the Statue…ooh…"

"Of Liberty…the Statue of Liberty, Christy ?"

"Yes."His big toe brushed just ever so slightly against her moist Caucasian lace panties."Oh…God…"

"And what else ?"

"Nate, please…you can't just…"Another thin light touch."Oh…"

"What's wrong, Christy, do you need me to halt ?"

"Yes…ooh ..."

"But you're breathing so fast and your magnificent solidification nipples are poking through your shirt and you're getting so wet and you're starting to say ‘ oh'and ‘ ooh'a lot."

"I know…oh…but we…ooh…"

"I think you just might be a little bit…aroused, Christy. I think that might be the job. What do you remember ?"

"Oh…"He began to trace the assembly line of her panties with his toe, up and down. number one on the right, then on the left, then back on the rightfield, then the leftfield, each time getting closelipped and closer to that most precious, most dulcet, most sacred spot in all of the existence. Her juices were flowing down her second joint. Then he hooked his toe under the band on the side of meat of her now soaking wet panties and began to deplumate them down. She lifted herself to help him and before long they were down around one ankle. She couldn't think straight any more, but instinctually leaned back in the cubicle and spread those Dorothy Hamill thighs widely to afford him ultimate approach and leverage.

He brought his foot back up and started teasing all around the one place she so desperately needed it to go. He had always known just how to bear upon her, and what to say, to make her loony. This had infuriated her also, that he could hold up such an erotic spell over her. Not that she couldn't and did n't return the favor in kind, but still, the reciprocal obsession, the utter deprivation of control, the complete wildness, had been disorienting, even frightening. And now ...

"You're a naughty little girl, aren't you, Christy."

"No ... oh…"

"Oh but I think you are Christy -- a very very risque little miss. Don't you think so ?"Her body was shaking.

"I…guess so…"

"Do you want More, Christy ?"

"Oh…I…yes ... ooh"

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes…yes…"

"Then say, ‘ Please sir, I want some more.'” His toes began to dally gently with the wash haircloth around her pussy.

"Oh…don't…don't ... get to me say that…oh.."

"You have to say it. We're in New York, we should have some musical theater theater."

"O..kay… Please sir..oh…I want some more…oh…"

"All right then, Christy, here you go,"he said, as he placed the ball of his foot directly on her warm soaking wet quivering pussy.

"Oh…oh God…Nate…oh…"He began to rub her warm wet twat softly up and down with his metrical unit, massaging it with his toes.

"Do you want me to arrest now, Christy ? I will. I'd do anything for you, you know that."He began to apply more insistency and his big toe began to brush against her clitoris ever so slightly, back and forth.

"Yes…ooh…"

"You want me to stop ?"

"No… I…oh…I meant…yes, I know you'd do anyth…"She began to toss, there was no turning back now."Nate…ooh…what am I…oh… gon na do ... we're in a rest…ooh a ooh a restaurant…oh.."Her beautiful chest heaved with each gasp, her fully erect pap straining against her sheer bra and loaded blouse, and he was enraptured by them, like he was witnessing Shangri La itself unfolding before him.

"Don't worry, Christy. This is New York. nonentity cares. Let it go now, Christy, let it go for West High, like you used to in that hot piddling gunpowder blue uniform. Here we go Panthera tigris team, here we go ! Here we go Tiger team, here we go !"

It had always been his sense of humor, first and foremost. And so it was as it had always been -- that lastly Goofy joke put her over the top and it was like a volcano erupting inside her, with hot lava flowing out its smoldering mouth -- and the want to stifle her wow only making it more unbearably intense as it went on and on and on and….

"Here's-uh your coffee. Have-uh we decided on a afters ?"

"I think we need a little more time, eh Christy ? Christy ? Christy ?"


After she finally stopped shuddering, tied her bathrobe and gathered herself, she typed,"Not bad for a first barb. You should try fabrication more often."

"Thanks, I'll think about it,"he typed back."Why did it read you so long to get through it ? You're the truehearted reader in history."

"I had to get Deems Taylor back in bed. He had a nightmare."

"poor people kid. Did the story affect you ?"

"Yeah, it was really queer. I laughed a lot."

"Thanks. But… you know…."

"You mean, in THAT way ?"

"Yeah."

"It was just a fib, Nate."‘ Yeah, just a tale,'she thought, her breathing still not fully regulated. ‘ Jim's so lie with and attentive. How could one silly story from a thoroughly maddening man I haven't seen in 20 years grant me the most amazingly acute orgasm in… well… in 20 age ?'

"Ok,"he typed."It didn't make you wet even a footling bit ?"

"It was just a tale. Why is it so damned important to reach me wet all the meter ?"she typed, as she once more began to get wet. For some reason, all he had to ever do was send her the word"wet"and it was like he turned on a faucet. This infuriated her.

"Because I'm obsessed with making you wet. Absolutely and completely obsessed. Making your resplendent pussy, which I worship Sir Thomas More than life itself, baggy soaking wet is the only thing I ever think or care about anymore."

"I guess that answers that."She had leaned back and was slowly, rhythmically swiveling and thrusting her coxa and squeezing and unsqueezing her increasingly lubricated bare upper second joint against one another. She let out a slight moan.

"Not even a niggling bit ?"he typed.

"Maybe a little bit."‘ Please not again,'she thought, as the inevitability of yet another go-round settled upon her. ‘ It's so lately, I've got a presentation in the sunrise, Jim probably wonders why I'm not in bed yet and I'm so sore from all this.'But there was no use fighting it. She looked over to throw indisputable the door of her report was still latched and then once more untied her robe, letting both sides slip away, slumped down in her office chair, spread her legs and arched her hips."Does that crap you happy ?"

"It makes me part to get hard again, is what it makes me ..."

"Oh yeah ? That's a shame. What should we do about that ?"She was once more working herself secure.

"Christy ... Oh God ..."

"How tough are you now ? ``

"Impossibly. ``

"Are you throbbing ?"She was once Thomas More convulsing.

"I want you so bad, Christy. Oh Jesus… I can't guide it anymore."

It was a mates of moment before she could type anything else. After she once more finally stopped shuddering, tied her bathrobe and gathered herself, she typed,"Just two more weeks… I'll be all yours for one hale night."

"I don't know if I can hold off that long. It's unbearable."

"Try writing me another level, ok ?"

"Will it progress to you wet ?"

"Please don't write that word again tonight. I'm serious."

"Wet ?"

"Nate !"

"Ok. I'm sorry. But will it ?

"You never know."

"Ok then. I'll try. ”