The elevator hums to the penthouse summit. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame the city skyline, twinkling like distant diamonds. Stéphanie strides ahead, her low-rise jeans hugging hips that sway with purpose. No words. She unlocks the door. Inside, polished marble floors gleam under recessed lights. The entry stretches long, luminous, flanked by a spa-like bathroom and a kitchen bar of smoked glass and chrome. Beyond, the salon bleeds into the bedroom, a king-size leather chaise longue half-unfolded, Egyptian cotton sheets rumpled. Air scented with oud incense, subtle, expensive.
She shrugs off her coat, kicks off heels, bare feet silent on cool stone. Stands facing me, eyes locked, challenging. White top clings to her 90C curves, bra outline faint. I shed my jacket. Approach slow. Part her lengthening hair, Twilight-naïf like Kristen Stewart. Lips brush her neck, soft as cashmere. Right hand slips under her top, traces low waistband, palms her firm ass through denim. Left hand strokes her flat belly. Nibble earlobe. She inhales sharp, statue-still.
The Privilege
No kiss on lips; this is transactional. Unhook bra through fabric, slide it free. Hands cup her breasts over the top, knead slow. Firm, responsive peaks harden. Face impassive. Unzip jeans, peel down thighs. Kiss inner legs, salty skin. She steps out, statue in hallway. Circle back, devour ass cheeks, tongue tracing cleft. Heart-shaped perfection. She arches fleetingly, resets neutral.
Lead her to wall. Kneel. Tug white string down, expose shaved slit, tight, inviting. Hands roam up, seize tits. Plunge mouth to pussy. She jolts. Tongue parts lips, flicks clit. Fingers probe: thumb in cunt, middle at rosebud. She quivers, juices flow. Pinch nipple. She gasps, orgasm rips, sliding down wall, eyes averted, blissful void.
She rises, pads to salon. Naked on bed, doggy, face buried in pillow. Lubes nearby, condom tossed blind. I strip. Her ass lifts higher, brown pucker winks. Coat fingers in gel, warm, slick. Index probes, then middle, ring. She muffles groans.
The Excess
The leather chaise creaks under us. Gland nudges anus, slips. Retry with gel. Breach: plop. She cries into silk. Inch deep, hilted. Rhythms build, pounding raw. She bucks, breathless. I claim her, conqueror in this glass aerie, city oblivious below.
She pivots, supine, ass propped on pillow. Eyes dare. Re-enter hard. Thrusts piston, her gaze defiant. Soften: thumb circles clit tenderly. She writhes, orgasms shatter, back arched, eyes rolled.
Withdraw slow, savor. She gestures up. Kneel over tits. Hand strokes, peels condom. I erupt, painting cleavage thick ropes. Ultra-sensitive bliss. She rises, sucks clean, swallows pearls. Eyes meet mine. Beatific smile cracks her mask. Silent ‘bye,’ eyes close.
The Discretion. I dress reluctant. Slip 200 euros on nightstand, beside crystal decanter. Slip out. Penthouse seals secrets in glass walls, city lights fade as I descend. Heart races. Hers? Ours? Unknown.
