A Life on the Edge

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Ericrodman101))
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IC: Jade McAllister

The new coffee shop on 4th avenue's name was "Bean Counters". A funny play on words, that Jade appreciated with her patronage today. Normally it was a little out of her way from her high-rise home, but she greatly valued new experiences and plus she enjoyed watching people. She sat at a table in the corner with a clear view of the counter and the busy pedestrian traffic through the cafe's window.

Before her was a half-eaten scone and an Iced coffee concoction that had equal parts chocolate as it did coffee. Unusually she'd thrown on casual clothing today: A pair of high heeled boots and ass-hugging skinny jeans, a T-shirt she'd gotten from some concert she'd gone to in Milan last summer, an Italian leather jacket with a woolen scarf hang around her neck all of which was mind-blowingly expensive solely based on the designer's names on it all. Jade's dark brunette hair was tied back in a high pony-tail and sunglasses shading her eyes.

The iphone beside her Iced coffee lit up with new insta-posts from Mike her BFF. She looked at the pictures with a frown. Mike had turned down coming here with her. She was staying in with Lance her newest boytoy. She didn't want to resent her best friend for the happiness she'd found...but, fuck, she was making it hard as hell for her not to. Jade hadn't had a boyfriend or a good hard fuck in weeks. the longest dry spell she'd gone through since puberty had hit her. It was crazy, she was a certifiable knockout catch any guy would crawl over broken glass for the chance to jump in bed with her...and yet she'd found no one in all that time.

She put the iphone with a frustrated snort, and that was when she spotted him. He was in line to make his order. An asian boy, young, maybe a little too young. He was good-looking, always a plus, fit but not too muscular, very kissable lips, a cute tight butt in those pants, and strong hands. A dreamy smirk emerged on her face as Jade imagined what those strong hands could do to with her supple body.

She watched him lowering her designer shades down the bridge of her nose not hiding the fact that her gaze was sweeping over this young kid's body from head down to his sneakers mentally undressing him as she did.​

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

"Bean Counters". Shit. The harder you try to shake off business references the faster they pop up.

The business degree. And then the post grad financial stuff. Like a good little Asian American boy. Not a doctor or a lawyer, but business had satisfied his parents. Just not Ethan.

The line moved slowly. The coffee shop brimmed with chat. Out of habit Ethan looked for a clock. But he had no intention of going to class. Maybe the modelling agency would call back although he felt no confidence. David had encouraged him to model. To overcome your shyness, his lover had said. Your 'crippling shyness' actually. Thoughts of David and amateur dramatics and the past six months in Oxford made Ethan smile. The line moved up.

The agency person had asked his goals in life. In the preliminary chat before she'd posed him against the screen. Business grad. Post grad at Oxford. She didn't have to say clever boy. Look up, she'd said. More than once. Am I downcast, he wondered. Look up. She'd wanted his white cotton shirt open, then off. Nice flat chest, she'd said. Just the hint of a six pack. They like skinny Asian boys, she'd said. Not muscled.

And then the underwear shot. Am I overcoming my shyness, he wondered? Would David approve? The photographer's assistant had brushed his groin setting up the shot. Deliberately. He was older. Very camp. A perk of the job, touching the models. Ethan's cock hadn't stirred.

"Hey! Sleepy! What are you having?"

He ordered a large skim latte. His goals in life? Beyond the agency appointment and coffee and avoiding class? Tonight was a family dinner. Welcome back Ethan. Bring a girl, his father had said, his mother nodding over his shoulder. There were girls he could bring, but he hadn't asked anyone. He hadn't contacted anyone yet since his return. 'Your sister is bringing Jack,' his mother said. Whichever jock was Jack. Jock de jour, Ethan mused, smiling to himself.

He looked up, still smiling. There was a girl watching him over her sunglasses. Not a girl. A woman. Older than he was. Brunette. Ponytail. Black leather jacket and scarf, despite the warm day. He looked away momentarily, then back. She was still looking. Smirking. Very pretty in that unattainable Manhattan sort of way.

"Ethan," someone yelled. He collected his coffee. She was still looking.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

She watched him lowering her designer shades down the bridge of her nose not hiding the fact that her gaze was sweeping over this young kid's body from head down to his sneakers mentally undressing him as she did.

Jade continued checking him out her interest in the boy peaking. He was a little too much on the young side for her normally, but perhaps that had been her problem. She normally preferrred men older than herself by at least a few years or more, but none of those had ever worked out well for her. Her last lover had been her tattoo artist April and they'd had a lot of fun together for a good year or so until she started pressuring Jade to start taking their relationship seriously and settle down with her. In other words become mind-crushingly boring and utterly vanilla.

As if!

Watching this boy's rather timid reaction to getting sass from the harried cashier at the counter when he was caught daydreaming made her start to think he was indeed a virgin, or at least someone with little to no experience talking to girls. Maybe it would be fun to take this kid under her wing and show him the way...her way.

That would show stuffy old 'hey let's get a little house in the suburbs and start acting like a real couple sharing a mortgage and driving a minivan around" April wouldn't it?

Ugh...hell...and no!

"Ethan," The Barista called out holding his order for him. When he went to retrieve it their eyes met again.

Jade gave him her patented trick of chewing her bottom lip and followed by an entirely suggestive smile before leaning back in her chair to sip from her iced coffee. Her tongue rolled over the end of the straw in a fashion that was also full of sexual innuendo.

As he chose a table she noted he was sitting so he could look right at her.

How fun...the adorable little virgin boy was playing along.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

Ethan felt her eyes follow him across the room. For an instant he wondered if he should look for a vacant table nearer to her. But if he’d misunderstood or if she was just teasing him? No, better to sit further away, but still somewhere he could look back. If he wanted, of course.

He stole a glance as he sat. She’d lowered her sunglasses and was looking, just as intently, over the top of the expensive designer rims. He felt himself smiling. Would she notice? Would she think he was smiling at her, with her, because of her? Did it matter? People smiled. They looked. A coffee shop like Bean Counters was a meeting place, a pickup joint even. And he was an attractive man. He knew that. Sometimes people stared, or stopped him in the street even. And he was flattered.

Ethan raised the coffee to his mouth and stole another glance. The woman chewed her bottom lip and smiled even wider, not even hinting now, but fixed on him. Should he smile back? And then she did that thing with her tongue and the end of the straw. He thought she’d done it while he was crossing the room, but this time her intent was unmistakable. The straw was…well…a visual metaphor for a cock…there. He’d thought it now. And why not? He wasn’t a virgin. He’d had male and female lovers. Not many, but enough to know everything was in working order and he liked sex. He just wasn’t very good at making the first move.

Ethan’s phone buzzed. His mother texting. Bring a girl tonight. Jesus! If she was so keen maybe he should text back and tell her to invite a girl. But that would be pathetic. Yeah? He ignored her.

He liked sex. He’d had lovers. Sex. Lovers. The words seemed so old fashioned. His friends liked fucking. They had fuckbuddies. One night stands. Lovers were a stage you passed through between fucking and finding the one.

His phone buzzed again. The agency. They wanted him back for another session. For a campaign. Ethan realised he’d pumped his fist in the air, and instinctively looked for the woman. She was still looking, rolling her tongue over the end of the straw again.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

Jade gave him her patented trick of chewing her bottom lip and followed by an entirely suggestive smile before leaning back in her chair to sip from her iced coffee. Her tongue rolled over the end of the straw in a fashion that was also full of sexual innuendo.

As he chose a table, she noted he was sitting so he could look right at her.

How fun...the adorable little virgin boy was playing along.

She frowned when he looked away to pull out his phone and look down at it rather than her. She continued watching him as he typed a quick response. She took a little sip of her drink as he did. He continued looking down at his phone rather than at her, but she noted the change in his demeanor from concerned to suddenly ecstatic. She suppressed a giggle when he triumphantly pumped a fist in the air that earned him more than a few curious looks from the coffee shop's other patrons around them. However as true New Yorkers they returned to their own lives once the moment of their curiosity passed.

He didn't look up at him instead the boy looked up straight at her for her reaction. Jade gave him a "come fuck me" look as she rolled her tongue over the end of the straw again. Then she turned her gaze from him gesturing her head towards the restrooms making her suggestion fairly apparent to even a virgin boy like him to grasp.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

As soon as he looked back at the woman after the fist pump Ethan knew he was hooked. The fist pump had been instinctive enough, but looking for her reaction was just too programmed. He wanted to see her reaction, to know she was genuinely interested in him, to see where this would lead.

If only he felt more in control. More purposeful, more able to make things happen rather than just going with the flow. It was shyness. He knew that. And yet he could strip off for a modelling shoot. He could pick up a guy in a bar, although it was Oxford and no one knew him there. And David had done most of the picking up.

But this woman? So out of his league. Older and dressed like she owned the place and everyone in it, and knew it. So deliberately provocative just in the way she flashed her eyes and flicked her tongue and seemed to capture the light slanting in from outside which made it look like she was under a spotlight. He felt the same, exposed, as if his clothes were transparent and he was essentially naked, but invisible to everyone except her.

He knew then that he wanted to be naked with her. Without knowing her name or who she was or what were her intentions. Her intentions. Ha! He sounded like his parents. Everyone had intentions in their world, when in Ethan’s world everyone just wanted to enjoy today and move on with their lives.

Naked. With this stranger. This female. He remembered how David had picked him up in the bar, all softly spoken and charmingly British, how they’d drunk and talked and leaned against each other, and later that evening, fucked in his flat while the rain and the bicycles thrummed outside. Should he walk over, introduce himself and try to remember what David had done in order to seduce this woman?

Ethan decided to do it. Take the lead. Stand. Walk over. He looked up only to find she was doing the hard work for him. That look in her eyes, the tongue, the tilt of her head, towards…the restrooms. Jesus! He leaned back in his chair, his cock hard in his fitted jeans.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

He didn't look up at him instead the boy looked up straight at her for her reaction. Jade gave him a "come fuck me" look as she rolled her tongue over the end of the straw again. Then she turned her gaze from him gesturing her head towards the restrooms making her suggestion fairly apparent to even a virgin boy like him to grasp.

Jade watched him carefully as she slid her iPhone into her designer Italian leather clutch and got up from her chair leaving the iced coffee half-empty on the table as she made her way towards the cafe's restroom. To do so she'd have to walk right past the table where virgin boy sat.

This was bold, aggressive even. She was getting that thrill she always had when standing right on the edge before jumping off unsure how the consequences were going to land on her. Afterall, she didn't know this boy, and had no idea how he was going to react to her advances. But fuck yeah, it made her wet and horny.

So, as she came up to him, she made certain to look him in the eyes conveying her intent between them. Then she came up to him and her fingers trailed over his thumb and the side of his hand to his wrist. Looking him in the eye she leaned in and whispered to him seductively, "Follow me."

Then she kept walking towards the restroom ass swaying in her tight jeans with every step. She didn't look back at him to know if he was following after her. He hand reached the doorknob for the restroom and she slipped inside.

Now, came the waiting game.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

For all his bravado, now that the woman was walking towards him Ethan’s confidence waned. She was coming straight at him. He leaned forward, pushing his erection under the table. She maintained eye contact all the way across the room, her hips swaggering in her tight jeans, her ponytail swinging.

What will she say? He wondered. What will I say? All thoughts of taking the lead evaporated and his attempts at composing smart sassy lines in his head became garbled mush. What had he said to David? What had he said to the three girls he‘d fucked? Three. Jesus! Three girls and two guys this side of virginity. At 22!

She was alongside him now. Ethan wondered if he was drooling. The whole world was now just this leather and denim clad blur in his peripheral vision. Would she speak?

And then her finger was brushing his thumb. It etched a line up to his wrist. He feared looking down in case she’d left a burn mark there. So he looked up as she leaned in and said ‘follow me’, in just the sort of seductive whisper he’d imagined she’d use.

Follow her. She was behind him now. He imagined the swish of her ass, the click of her heels, the turn of all the other heads in the cafe as they followed a beautiful woman towards the restroom door. Had any of them heard? Had they guessed what passed between them?

His cock hurt, trapped inside his jeans, hard as fuck. He knew he had to follow her or flee. And maybe one time he would have fled. Denied himself. Always the good Asian American boy. The pretty mummy’s boy. Not that his mother knew he‘d fucked two guys, or three girls for that matter. But she must have guessed. After all, his younger sister….

Follow me….stop over thinking, he thought, and get up. Now. You want this. You want her. You want…

Ethan stood, feeling every eye upon him, and turned, catching the restroom door closing. He followed.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

"Follow me."

Then she kept walking towards the restroom ass swaying in her tight jeans with every step. She didn't look back at him to know if he was following after her. Her hand reached the doorknob for the restroom, and she slipped inside.

Now, came the waiting game.

He didn't keep her waiting long. Behind her the door stopped it's motion closed allowing him to slip in after her.

He followed after her....good boy. This was going to be fun.

She turned to look at him in the face and smiled, a lusty, hungry smile.

He was tall, and lithe, and close-up was even more handsome. He could be a model. God knew, there was plenty of them struggling from one shoot to the next day after day in the Big Apple.

She pushed him against the door and pressed her body against his. She could feel him her breasts smushed against his chest and the obvious tent in his pants poking her in her lower belly.

He tried to say something, but she stopped his words with a finger over his lips. She looked into his eyes as she traced a fingertip over his bottom lip. Then she claimed them with her lips pressed to his in a heated kiss. Her hand drifted down as they continued to kiss with racing intensity. Over his shirt against pecs, down over a flat stomach and further. Her tongue slipped past his to tango between them as her hand covered the tent in his pants pressing a palm against it. She gave the erection he was sporting there a good rub through the fabric to introduce herself to it properly.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

Ethan followed the woman into the restroom. The door shut behind him reassuringly, muting the noise of the cafe. She turned and faced him, inches away, smiling broadly. She had beautiful teeth and lips and for a brief moment he pictured them closing around his cock.

The woman was pushing him against the door now, pressing herself into him, the mounds of her breasts an echo of his cock. Her finger was on his lips now. He could draw a part of her inside him, taste her if he wanted. But everything she did pre-empted him, dragged him ever deeper into her embrace, into her vortex as if all he could do was stand here inside the cafe restroom, flat against the door and be ravished.

Ideas of shyness and surrender flashed through Ethan's head, jostling with the sensations of her scent and feeling her body exploring his. He wanted this, whatever it was. He wanted her control, wanted to experience the power she possessed and was willing to exercise. Wanted her to kiss him, bite him, undress him, feel his cock, his balls, with her fingers, her mouth. Wanted her to use his body, offer him her body, to not think about any of this, but just to do, to act, to respond, to be her toy. She'd invited him here, he'd followed, and now he was hers.

The woman was kissing him, her tongue inside him, exploring his mouth thoroughly, as she might explore real estate. Opening all the cupboards, turning on all the taps, flicking all the switches. He sucked on her, her tongue tip wagging at him, inside him, like an admonishment to back off and let her do the work, the seeking, the overpowering. Her fingers were inside his shirt, against his firm chest, sliding down the vee between his breasts, circling his navel, and beyond. She was rubbing his cock, her whole palm covering him like a codpiece. Ethan willed her to open his trousers, fetch his tool out, kneel, examine him, taste him, check him out, take ownership, move in....

And then someone knocked on the restroom door.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

He tried to say something, but she stopped his words with a finger over his lips. She looked into his eyes as she traced a fingertip over his bottom lip. Then she claimed them with her lips pressed to his in a heated kiss. Her hand drifted down as they continued to kiss with racing intensity. Over his shirt against pecs, down over a flat stomach and further. Her tongue slipped past his to tango between them as her hand covered the tent in his pants pressing a palm against it. She gave the erection he was sporting there a good rub through the fabric to introduce herself to it properly.

She was a witch here, weaving him under her spell of lust and basic animal instincts. Jade continued leading him down the path not giving him a moment to reconsider the fact that neither of them had so much as introduced each other. They hadn't even told each other their names. No, it was far hotter not knowing anything about this boy. It stirred new fantasies and thoughts. She hadn't had a lover in a while...maybe this boy...maybe she and him could make this a regular occurrence whenever she needed that particular itch scratched. She wasn't into the heavier shit of a relationship, that's where it always blew apart in her face before, but rather a semi-regular hookup sounded ideal to her.

She pulled away to give them both a chance to catch their breath before laying kisses down his chest and stomach until her knees planted on the tile of the bathroom floor. There she reached up to undo his pants and pull out her prize. There she'd take his cock in her mouth and complete her proper introduction of herself to it.

A knock came from the other side of the door. "Excuse me, you in there, we know what you're doing in there. If you want that you should get a room in a hotel or something. Not in my coffee shop. Get dressed and come on out."

"Busted..." She exclaimed with a sigh before looking over her erstwhile lover. He looked positively fuckable, so she added with a sound of exasperation, "...Got god damned cock blocked."

To the manager of the cafe she said out loud, "Alright we're coming out."

"I'm not letting you get away just yet." She took her lover boy by the hand and opened the bathroom door and strode out with him in tow. They walked out into the coffee shop to find the manager with his arms crossed.

"There's a time and a place for that, this isn't one of them." He asserted to her. "I'm going to have to ask you two to please leave."

The other patrons of the coffee shop had stopped having their own conversations they were all watching. Some whooped and cat called others gave judgmental 'Oh my god, they were doing it in there...' She just gave her most winningest smile and told the manager that they were leaving and set out for the door without a single thought towards what the people in the shop may be saying/thinking about them.

Once they were outside she turned to him, "Hi, my name's Jade. What's yours?"

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

"Ethan," he said breathlessly.

He blinked in the sun. Ethan. Jade. He could still hear the barista calling out his name. Had she heard it? And then her fingers and her command to follow, the restroom, the kiss, the hand on his cock, the knock on the door, the long, slow walk across the cafe into the noisy street. But even as he pictured it, the recollection seemed to blur into a crazy mix of images and feelings.

Jade. He tried to focus. She stood close, too close to really see the detail in her shadowed face. People brushed past on the sidewalk, taxis honked, the automatic doors of the cafe opened and shut in his peripheral vision. The breeze made his shirt billow.

Shit! He'd crossed the cafe without even buttoning his shirt. Which made him think of his trousers. Ethan slapped his hands on his groin in case the zipper was down.

"My name's Ethan," he said, swallowing hard on the words. His cock was still hard, in spite of the interruption. He'd crossed the cafe with his shirt open and his cock hard, his hand in her hers, being led dumbly like a pet. Her pet.

He drew a deep breath. The giddiness in his head subsided a little. Jade's face came into focus. The beautiful dark eyes which had captivated him across the room, her long dark hair, the leather jacket, the cleavage...he wanted her mouth on his, her hand on his cock. Again.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

Once they were outside she turned to him, "Hi, my name's Jade. What's yours?"

"Ethan." His answer came soft with a little breathless like the whole thing had been a plunge into the deep end for him. She found it very endearing.

She had of course heard the barista call out his name earlier, but Jade wanted to hear him say it. She wanted to bathe in the rich timbre of the simple word in his own voice. "My name's Ethan."

He was still not fully put together. His shirt had been unbuttoned-some had apparently popped off when she got a little too aggressive with it, and it was clear he needed a little more time.

"I take it this your first time getting thrown out of some place because you were making out with a girl you just met, Ethan?" She turned and guided him to an alley beside the coffee shop to give some measure of privacy and get himself a little more squared away before walking down 4th Avenue.

She had noted that despite all that he'd just gone through his boner had not diminished even without direct stimulation.

Interesting...he was still at full mast. He may be more her type of man than she had first thought.

"So," She said over her shoulder to him, "Wanna go somewhere more private? Somewhere we won't get thrown out of for getting down and dirty?"

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

‘…making out with a girl you just met.’ Jade’s talk just made Ethan harder. His precum was running like a tap, getting way too damp down there. He was pleased to be wearing dark jeans.

Ethan tried to reply, but the words caught in his dry mouth. So he nodded, agreeing, he felt, to anything Jade might say. Agree. Let her ravish me right here in the alley, he thought. Get down and dirty. Which made him harder still. Think unsexy thoughts….unsexy thoughts…

And then she asked if he wanted to go somewhere private, and unsexy thoughts were banished from his head. Do I want….? Nothing came out of his mouth again, so he kept nodding like a dummy. Any second this beautiful woman was going to decide he was a brainless imbecile.

Still talking, Jade made off down the alley towards the light at the far end. Ethan followed. Walking made his cock soften a little, even as he watched her ass stretching her jeans. He walked a little faster, catching up with her, taking her hand.

”Ethan Kang,” he said, his politeness training kicking in automatically. “Pleased to meet you Jade.”

He smiled when she stopped to acknowledge him. So pretty. And breathtakingly assertive.

”And yes, I want to go somewhere more private.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

"So," She said over her shoulder to him, "Wanna go somewhere more private? Somewhere we won't get thrown out of for getting down and dirty?"

She led him down the alley past some piled up crates smelling of coffee beans and a dumpster that had a variety of less pleasant smells coming from it. Looked like the coffee shop was overdue on getting its trash taken out. she led them down the alley to the next street over. Here was an intersection and streetlight with a crosswalk.

"Ethan Kang," He said politely like a proper gentleman. "Pleased to meet you Jade."

Jade was used to being treated like a total skank by people, so much, she never allowed it to faze her, but this, his words touched her here. She stopped and turned to him giving him a shining smile. "Thank you. I could tell you were the right one to come on to when you were in line."

His smile was just as brilliant but leading to more primal hungers, "And yes, I want to go somewhere more private."

"Then follow me and you'll get that blowjob I was about to give you before we got busted in there." She said leading him across the crosswalk and down the street, "My place is only a block away."

As they went she asked, "So tell me, Ethan Kang, what do you do for a living?"

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

Jade turned, smiled and thanked him. Her face was even more beautiful when she smiled. Ethan wondered how old she was. He couldn't tell and he didn't want to guess. Jade was a woman who looked after herself, and not just for men, he could tell that much. She seemed as proud and independent as she was assertive. So different to women like his mother. And his sister? He wasn't sure. Eleanor was uninhibited, but was she assertive? He'd never called it that. With his sister it was more availability, if that was the right word. He didn't like thinking of her as a slut, but he couldn't think of another word for it.

Slut. So what was Jade? A woman who knew what she wanted and took it. Took him. Somewhere private. Jesus!

Ethan had gone back to David's apartment after the older man picked him up in the pub. He'd surprised himself. But David hadn't really been assertive. A meeting of minds, Ethan considered it. Two tentative minds, exploring. Their love making had been very tame. Unlike the earlier man, his first gay encounter, an incident Ethan tried not to think about. And as for the three girls he'd fucked in his life, he put that down to experience. They'd been great and he'd been adequate. Or so he hoped. They'd come back for more so he guessed he was OK in bed.

But Jade. 'You'll get that blowjob...' Ethan wanted his cock to go down, if only to make walking easier. And prolong his inevitable orgasm. Thank Christ Jade only lived a block away.

Only a block. Maybe she used the cafe to pick up guys. Maybe this was a scam. Maybe she would rob him....no. He was the stronger physically at least. Should he watch what she offered him to drink?

He followed her out of the alley and over the crosswalk into another busy street lined with expensive apartments. Why would a woman who lived in this neighborhood rob young guys? Ethan shook his head at his own silliness. She'd picked him up. He'd followed. She'd promised him a blowjob. He might get more. If she offered more, he'd take it, he promised himself.

"What do you do for a living?" Jade asked. It was an OK sort of question. A natural question. A pre-blowjob sort of question, he guessed. He was half Asian. Everyone he knew on his father's side asked that question before anything else. And on the American side.

"Grad student," Ethan said. "Business." How fucking boring. "And modelling," he added. Should he say underwear modelling or save that for later?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

As they went, she asked, "So tell me, Ethan Kang, what do you do for a living?"

"Grad student," Ethan replied.

"Really," She said as the started heading down Sixth street for her building. This was the ritzier part of town. Close to famous Wall Street and Park Avenue. The rent to live anywhere in this area must be just simply ridiculously high, but she wouldn't know that. All that had been set up by Daddy's money people. She barely knew just how much she had in the trust fund, but money had never really ever been an issue for her. So it had to be all good, right? "In what?"

"Business," He said with a resigned air before adding, "And modeling."

"Really," She said with a life, "I have quite a few friends in the fashion biz and modeling. Maybe we know some of the same people."

Any answer he could give was interrupted by their arrival at her building. She strode into the lobby where the man at the desk waved to her as he buzzed them inside. "Well, good morning Ms. McAllister. Good to see you with a new gentleman friend. It was depressing to see you mope around after the last one."

"Morning, Tyrone," Jade waved as she led Ethan over to the elevators. "Oh, Ethan's just a friend. How are the wife and kids. Did Aida get her braces yet?"

"Just last week, gotta wear them to straighten out her teeth," He shrugged, "Thinks it's the end of the world for her popularity in school. You know how kids are these days."

"Uh-huh," She said as the elevator door and she pulled her and Ethan inside. "Take care, Tyrone." She hit the button for the fory-eighth floor. The elevator door slid closed and it gave a lurch as it started its ascent.

Jade could've hung around and talked more with Tyrone. He was right and she'd been moping around alot lately, but she was starting to feel a little frisky again, and could only think about that boner Ethan was sporting when she'd been feeling it up in the coffee shop restroom earlier.

Now that they were finally alone she turned facing him. Stepped up close to him until she was pressed against him an arm wrapped around the back of his neck. "Now, where were we..." She leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a scorching kiss. Her other hand snuck in between their bodies to cup and feel up that boner again.

The elevator kept ascending the building, floor by floor. At any time it could slow down and stop to let on any of the other tennants. Being caught again was a real risk, but that was what made it so damned hot to her.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

So Jade had friends in modeling. Not that Ethan was surprised. He expected she'd modeled herself.

He followed her into a swish residential building, all glass and chrome. Ethan was intrigued by her banter with the guy on reception. A new gentleman friend? How quaint was that? And she'd moped after the last one. How long ago? And how many before that?

Ethan's mother would have been appalled at his thinking Jade a slut. She never used the word, although she called some things slutty. He was being slutty now, she would have said, going home with a girl you've only just met.

Jade pulled Ethan into the elevator. He glanced at their reflections in the mirrored walls. They looked like models, like beautiful people. So many questions. The last guy. Moping. Her age. Why him? But did any of it matter? Where they were going, where he was going would probably be just today, just a quick fuck, she fellating him, he boning her, cumming once or maybe twice if she had a few hours to kill. A bored rich girl in a flash apartment. Put it down to experience, Ethan thought. These things happen in the big city.

She was kissing him. Pressing her lips hard onto his, her hand on his crotch. Ethan guessed they were so close to ground zero now that a boner didn't matter, just so long as he could get these tight jeans off real quick.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

Now that they were finally alone she turned facing him. Stepped up close to him until she was pressed against him an arm wrapped around the back of his neck. "Now, where were we..." She leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a scorching kiss. Her other hand snuck in between their bodies to cup and feel up that boner again.

The elevator kept ascending the building, floor by floor. At any time it could slow down and stop to let on any of the other tennants. Being caught again was a real risk, but that was what made it so damned hot to her.

Her hand was getting well reacquainted with the tent in his pants. Nice size too if she was of any judge. Her other hand grabbed his wrist and pulled over to her ass and-

They felt the elevator slow down. She pulled away from the kiss as it came to a stop on the twenty-second floor. She spun around to face the door as it slid open to allow on an elderly woman with a cane, a little miniature dachshund in her handbag stepped inside.

"Morning," She smiled to the old woman making sure to stand between her and Ethan.

The old woman returned the greeting to them both and then pushed the button for the lobby. That meant she was on the ride all the way sixteen floors to the one her place was on before heading back down to the lobby so she could get off.

They stood the three of them together facing the elevator's door with cheesy elevator muzak playing as it began its ascent again, interminably slowly.

Jade glanced over her shoulder giving a Ethan a conspiratorial wink before reaching out with her hand, and slowly slowly slowly pulling down the zipper of his fly. Once fully open deft fingers slipped inside and immediately encountering his erection underneath the fabric of his underwear. She began rubbing his length surreptitiously with the old woman completely unaware of what was happening between her and Ethan right next to her.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

An old woman got into the elevator at 22 and pushed the button for the lobby. Christ! Just two buttons illuminated. 48 and L. For a moment Ethan had visions of banging Jade in the elevator, an idea crazy as fuck for sure as it was the middle of the morning. But he was hard, Jade was hot, she was kissing him, rubbing his crotch. So his expectations were as wild as his arousal. And now? All the goddamn way to 48 with the old lady and her fucking handbag dog.

And then, Jade, who'd turned away from him to stand between him and the old lady, turned her head and winked, then reached a hand down to to his trousers. Thank Christ the doors weren't mirrored like the rest of the elevator. Jade found his zipper which she pulled down, ever so slowly. Even over the mechanical sounds of the elevator rising, Ethan was sure he could hear the unlatching of the zipper, tooth by unmistakably metallic tooth. And then when she had his flies open, her fingers were inside his jeans, first drumming on his swollen cock and then, as if finding his measure, stroking him, slowly and deliberately, mound to cock head and back again.

Ethan found himself breathless and then caught saliva in his throat, coughing loudly. None of which caused Jade to cease what she was doing.

"That's a nasty cough, dear," the old lady said. "Have you got something to suck on?"

Ethan coughed again, placing a hand over where Jade's hand was mostly inside his jeans now. If anything the touch of his own hand caused Jade to stroke him even more strongly and much as he was enjoying her attention, it felt like being groped in the presence of his grandmother. Only one thought to divert Jade from making him cum in his underwear in an elevator with an old lady present and to take his own mind of what was seriously becoming inevitable, occurred to him. Ethan reached across Jade with his free hand, turning as he did so and risking exposing what she was doing.

"Does your dog like to be patted, madam?"

His hand hovered over the old lady's handbag. The dog, sensing a threat perhaps, snapped at him. Ethan pulled his hand away sharply.

"Oh no dear," she said, turning and smiling as she shoved the dog's head back down inside the handbag. "He's a vicious little bastard, pardon my language. He belonged to my dear departed sister who made me promise not to put him down. But he does remind me of her so."

If Ethan hadn't been quite so confused he might have laughed at the vicious dog reminding the old lady of her dead sister. And Jade, completely unfazed by the exchange, was cupping his cock head in her palm, her hand tightly wedged inside his jeans, squeezing his engorged organ with authority. He willed the arrival of the forty eighth floor.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

Jade glanced over her shoulder giving a Ethan a conspiratorial wink before reaching out with her hand, and slowly slowly slowly pulling down the zipper of his fly. Once fully open deft fingers slipped inside and immediately encountering his erection underneath the fabric of his underwear. She began rubbing his length surreptitiously with the old woman completely unaware of what was happening between her and Ethan right next to her.

For a time they stayed like that her surreptitiously stroking his rod in his pants, and poor Ethan trying desperately to not give away just what was happening, and the old woman supposedly oblivious to what the two of them were doing right beside her. The floors began to go by, one by one, at a seemingly remarkable slow rate.

Jade was surprised, but very pleased at what she found hidden in his pants. It was quite impressive actually. She had picked quite the stud muffin in Ethan Kang to have some fun with today. This was going to be good.

Ethan was struggling to stay stone-faced and she smirked mischievously as he coughed. She was merciless with her hand stroking over the big cock in his pants. He tried to hold it in, but inevitably that only made it worse and soon an audible cough burst out from his mouth.

"That's a nasty cough, dear," the old lady said. "Have you got something to suck on?"

"Oh, I have quite a few things for him to suck on in my apartment." She sniggered at that turning to face him as if in concern for his health, but mostly to better shield what her hand was still doing to his member inside his pants.

"Does your dog like to be patted, madam?" Ethan bent down a little to reach past her. She heard the minature dachsund snarl and nip at his hand. He recoiled from it saving his fingers from getting gnawed on.

The conversation between them continued for the last few floors, as Jade's digits did their magic over the grand canvas of the hard cock in his pants. But finally, the elevator reached her floor at the top of the building and came to a stop. Reluctantly her hand pulled out of his open fly and she turned towards the door just as they were sliding open. She strutted out of the elevator calling back to him, "Come on, this is where we get off."

She sniggered again at the unintentional double entendre.

"Oh and Ethan," She pointed down to his crotch, "You're fly's open."

She could tell the old lady was putting two and two together now, and she chuckled gesturing for him to follow after Jade. "Don't worry honey, I was young once too."

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

Ethan followed Jade, puppylike, from the elevator to her front door. The old lady’s banter echoed in his head. ‘I was young once.’ And all the other crap. He wondered what she thought of the two of them, of Jade, her hands inside his jeans, rubbing and fingering his cock in an elevator, not just in front of her, but on CCTV too probably. One for the guys in the control room. But then, if he knew Jade at all after only an hour, or could make an educated guess, he expected the guys were well used to her antics.

So his flies were open. And now she raced on ahead of him, just when he was getting used to being stroked by a woman in public. Maybe he should take his jeans off right here in the hallway, if only so he could tell her he dealt with the open fly problem.

But Jade was already stopped by a door and was fetching her key from her handbag. Ethan sauntered up to her, trying to appear relaxed and unconcerned, even if his cock was tenting his underwear through the open flies. And oh so painfully. All he wanted to do now was get inside and strip off the tight jeans.

He snuggled up behind her, put his hands on her hips and his head on her shoulder, smelling her again, her scent, her breath, maybe even her sex if that was possible. Was she aroused like he was? Was she wet? He ran a hand down her side from underarm to waist and then round to her crotch, pushing his fingers between her thighs as he nibbled the skin above her collar.

”So this is where we get off,” he whispered, surprised at his own bravado, not to mention his prescience at remembering her line from the elevator.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

The conversation between them continued for the last few floors, as Jade's digits did their magic over the grand canvas of the hard cock in his pants. But finally, the elevator reached her floor at the top of the building and came to a stop. Reluctantly her hand pulled out of his open fly and she turned towards the door just as they were sliding open. She strutted out of the elevator calling back to him, "Come on, this is where we get off."

She sniggered again at the unintentional double entendre.

"Oh and Ethan," She pointed down to his crotch, "You're fly's open."

She could tell the old lady was putting two and two together now, and she chuckled gesturing for him to follow after Jade. "Don't worry honey, I was young once too."

He was following after her like an eager little puppy. He wasn't the only one feeling a little eager to get down to some real naughty business. Jade was done teasing him, done with the foreplay to the actual foreplay. She wanted a good fuck now. After her breakup with her last lover...well she wasn't looking to get involved or take it slow and cautiously. She wanted something quick and easy and done just as swiftly, and hoped the young stud she had following after her would give that to her.

She bounded down the hall from the elevator. Three doors down she stopped and pulled out her keys to open the doorto her condominium apartment. Her key stopped just before being inserted into the keyhole as Ethan came up to her snuggling in close to her. She groaned in lustful need as he assertively took hold of her by the hips. Jade could feel his head over her shoulder taking a deep breath of her scent in heat.

"Heh, you're getting a little frisky," She laughed but her voice was a little thick with growing arousal. Her panties must be soaked through right now. She shouldn't be so surprised she'd been basically promising to him that he was going to get lucky with her, and here he was acting like it was a sure thing, but she had enjoyed seducing the timid trembling virgin boy inside the coffee shop's bathroom.

Still, she had no issues against Ethan finding and embracing some of his alpha maleness.

His response was to slide his hand up her side up to where he could feel the strap of her bra and the underwire of the bra's cup and then back down in front of her between her thighs. She gasped out loud as his strong hand grabbed her crotch through her hip-hugging jeans. "Mmmm...now you're definitely getting into the right spirit of things, Ethan."

The key found the hole and hurriedly unlocked the door just before she felt his teeth nibble at her neck sending shivers all the way down to the fingers pressing against her sex. Briskly she grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

Her apartment was a large one even for one of the top floors. She had more square footage here in a condo she lived in all by herself than anyone living in the heart of Manhattan could ever even hope to dream of. It was all paid for by daddy's money of course. The kitchen was spacious with a butcher block cabinet and loaded with tons of top-notch cooking gadgets and utensils and cookbooks from when she had binged watching cooking shows on the food channel and decided to become a cook. Although she had yet to even crack open one of the books or pull out the expensive waffle iron she had collecting dust on the counter. Past the kitchen was a dining room with real imported mahogany dinette set and a living room with real italian leather furniture and a large flat screen TV on the wall she barely ever watched. Beyond that was an expansive and impressive view of the New York skyline. Tucked in one corner was a piano and guitar both she'd started out learning to play but haven't even practiced on either in years. Likewise in the opposite corner was an easel with an old and unfinished painting of said New York skyline. She should really get around to finishing that someday. To the left was the hallway to the rest of the apartment.

She turned to him and leaned against the wall. "Now, Ethan, I think we're both a little overdressed, don't you?" With that she pulled off her scarf and dropped it onto the floor.

 

[ericrodman101]

IC: Ethan Kang

After being a little assertive in the hallway, Ethan backed off inside the apartment. And what an apartment. The studio room in which he lived would fit in the space between the piano and the wall. The books, the leather furniture, the flatscreen, the fancy kitchen. He realized he must be looking open mouthed and goggle eyed. And all the while she'd been pawing him, sliding his hands over her, letting him feel her up.

So how did Jade come by all this? And did it matter? Did he care?

"...I think we're both a little overdressed, don't you?"

Ethan turned back to Jade, hoping not to have seemed too interested in the room and not her. He watched as she let her scarf fall to the floor. What should he do now? Undress? Undress Jade? Offer her an article of clothing so as to be a little less overdressed? He smiled. Jade leaned against the wall, her body swaying, her mouth beckoning. The scarf was simply not enough. Still, it was her place. She'd invited him. Maybe it was only polite to let Jade take the lead.

"You choose," he said, leaning in with his whole body, placing his hands on her hips and kissing her lightly on the lips. He liked that he was a little taller than she was, and leaning forward like this, how he could cast his shadow across her. "What would you like me to take off?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Jade McAllister

She turned to him and leaned against the wall. "Now, Ethan, I think we're both a little overdressed, don't you?" With that she pulled off her scarf and dropped it onto the floor.

Ethan had entered her home and was staring amazed at the expansive size, and the impressive view of the city from out of the floor to ceiling windows. To her words he turned to look back at her. Damn he was hot. Jade stood leaning against the wall staring at him. She was horny as hell, so maybe her judgment was not unbiassed, but Ethan right now looked positively edible to her. She licked her lips in anticipation as he stepped closer to her.

"You choose." He said simply leaning in, looming over her. staring into her eyes like the smoldering hunk he was under the awkward virgin.

"I choose?" She repeated to clarify as he placed his hands on the wall to either side of her head and press into her personal space. Their bodies separated by a bare few centimeters of neutral zone between them.

His voice was a sexy rumble thick with arousal making her positively drip for him as he continued, "What would you like me to take off?"

Everything. Now. No...better yet...you right now having undressed like five seconds ago. Yes please!!! No, Jade, play this cool. Reel him in and don't let him get away until he's shot at least one load down your throat.

She smiled, smirked really staring smokily into his eyes. "Let's try this." She reached out and began undoing the buttons of his shirt one after another. Seconds later she was spreading it open revealing the lean, muscular body underneath. Her palms pressed flat against his chest fingers splayed as they explored every contour. She pushed the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms until it fell joining her scarf on the floor at their feet.

She spread her arms out and arched her back. She still had her leather jacket, her T-shirt, and her bra on, but she presented them for him with a playful wink, "Now you do one of mine."