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coy again.
    “Yes, upstairs,” he looked at me like he was going to devour
me right there.
    “Sure, where are we going?”
    “Somewhere with a little bit more privacy.”
    It was as if I was looking the devil in the eyes. I didn’t
think my plan would work out this well, but it really was going according to
plan. Although something was tugging at my heartstrings, the thought of
pressing his hard body up against mine sent me into a wet-dreamed fantasy
world.
    “Sure,” I said.

4

 
    On the 78 th floor, Robert
Dorning opened the door to the presidential suite of the hotel. Shock. Awe.
Stunning, sweeping views of the Manhattan Skyline and Hudson River welcomed us
in the entry. The soaring, two-story presidential suite was lined with ceiling
to floor glass windows. It was captivating. No, it was breathtaking. In fact,
I’m not usually very impressed, and although I’ve been a guest to some of their
very lavish parties, this takes the cake.
    “What do you think?” Now he was the one being coy.
    I smiled. “Well, it’s okay, I suppose, if you’re into this
sort of thing,” I said in return, throwing him a devilish grin. As I walked
through the grand entrance into the suite, I was blown away by the decor and
sweeping views. For the first time, in a long time, I was actually speechless.
    “Yeah, you’re right. It’s okay.” He laughed to himself.
    I was still enamored by the place. I clicked along the
marble entryway, made my way across the expansive carpet in the living area,
then to the soaring glass windows. Next to me, there was a black grand piano
that had been situated adjacent to a very large, all glass and steel, spiral
staircase. “Wow.” Okay, I was impressed. I guess I should let him witness it a
bit.
    “That’s more like it.” He threw his suit jacket on the couch
as he drew closer to me, where I was still standing in complete awe of the city
beneath. From that high, the people just looked like little ants, scurrying
about their days, moving from one point to another. I could feel him eyeing me
up and down, and in my present state of intoxication, I was certainly not going
to dissuade him from doing so. I could see a partial reflection of him through
the soaring glass windows as he approached me, getting closer, and closer. I
could almost feel him breathing on me now.
    But he just stood there for a moment, eyeing me up and down.
I was busy taking in the expanse of the city when he pressed up against me,
almost in an instant. He placed his hands on the glass windows spread far apart
as he nestled his head into my neck, and pressed his hard member firmly against
me. I shuddered and trembled at the mere act of having him so close to me.
    I moaned a little.
    “Some view isn’t it?” he asked while still pressed firmly up
against me.
    “Sure is.” I moaned again. My left check was now pressed up
against the glass as he pushed into me.
    I didn’t know if I was too afraid to turn around, or I just
wanted to keep him waiting in anticipation, but we remained like that for what
seemed like an eternity. It was just me, and Robert Dorning, pressed up against
the soaring 30-foot high glass windows of the presidential suite on Fifth
Avenue. Who would have knew it? The whole world was down there below us just
going about their days, not realizing the scandalous nature of what was about
to occur on the very top floor of the hotel.
    “Can I get you another drink?”
    I didn’t want to spoil the mood, but I replied, “Sure, what
should we have?” I was hoping he wouldn’t say scotch, but whatever it is he
said, I would vehemently agree to.
    “In the mood for some red wine?”
    I was over the moon. “Red wine? Why, you just said the magic
words. I would love to have some red wine.”
    “Well, we have quite a selection of reds here.”
    Apparently, he had taken the liberty of arranging all of
this before our little lunch rendezvous, which made me realize that he had been
secretly planning this for