This noon, I step into Val’s penthouse, a soaring sanctuary of glass walls framing the city’s glittering skyline. My work drops me nearby, so I seize the moment with my childhood friend of fifteen years. Val opens the door, radiant smile lighting her round face. We air-kiss. ‘Hey, Lolo, not too far?’ ‘Right next door.’ She leads me to the sleek kitchen, marble counters gleaming under recessed lights. We chat idly over gourmet salads she whips up. I devour her with my eyes: 5’7″, athletic curves, those perfect ass cheeks straining her low-rise jeans and navel-baring black tee. Simple BCBG chic—rose tattoo on her right shoulder, navel piercing glinting. She bends for a pan, flashing black panty lace. My cock twitches. Imagination races. I crave wrapping her tight.
‘Tête en l’air!’ she laughs, snapping me back. Lunch passes mundane. Clearing plates, coffee brewing—or champagne fizzing in crystal flutes, bubbles teasing my tongue. She bends to load the dishwasher. Jeans slip low, black thong framing her flawless cheeks. ‘Black suits you ravishingly,’ I blurt. She spins, eyes sparking. Banter escalates. Slips, thongs, manscaping. ‘Prove it,’ she challenges. Heart pounding, I unbutton. Pants drop. She perches on leather stool, smirking. Shirt off, I’m in socks and briefs, bulge evident. ‘Show me properly.’ She drags me to the spa-like bathroom, vast mirror reflecting us. Fingers hook my waistband. Smooth pubis gleams. ‘Eye for an eye.’
The Privilege
Naked now, I strip her tee, revealing pert breasts in lace bra. Jeans peel down, black thong atop shaved mound. She shimmies it off, offering her bare pussy. Lips brush her ass as I kneel. Rising, my rigid cock nestles between her thighs. Mirror gaze locks. Hands claim her hips, tits. Nipples harden under my pinch. She strokes me firm. Kisses ignite—tender to devouring tongues. ‘I’ve wanted this,’ she whispers. Kneeling, she savors my smoothness, tongue swirling glans, finger probing my ass. Deep throat pulls moans. Bedroom beckons, silk sheets cool against fevered skin.
She sucks deep, hand pumping. I taste her slick folds, fingers plunging pussy and rosebud ass. She rides my face, then impales on my cock. Slow grinds build to frenzy. Flip her doggy against floor-to-ceiling windows, city oblivious below. Thrusts pound her core, finger circling anus. She guides me to her tight ring. Gland pops in, inch by inch. Brutal rhythm, cries echoing. I erupt deep inside, jets flooding her. Collapsed in afterglow, champagne refills sweat-slick lips. Shower steams marble walls, bodies entwined under cascading jets. Phone buzzes—work calls. Dressed, I promise more. Secret sealed in luxury’s hush. The discretion of elite walls protects our fire. To be continued.
