I hang up the phone in our sprawling penthouse, ear buzzing from endless chatter. Clock strikes nine. Late for Julie. Dash to the marble-clad bathroom, steam curling like secrets. Door ajar. I burst in. Marie-Catherine, naked, water droplets tracing her curves. Eyes widen huge. She screams. I flush crimson, bolt out, stammer apologies to the polished teak door. Shame burns. Saw my roommate of three years, bare. Regret hits double: no knock, and her image fades fast from memory.
Silence thickens the air scented with jasmine bath oils. Her voice slices it. ‘William?’ I crack the door. She’s wrapped in Egyptian cotton towel, perched on tub edge, legs crossed. Eyes normal now. More sorrys spill. She laughs. Why? ‘I covered up. You didn’t.’ Glance down. Naked. Damn phone distraction.
The Privilege
‘Towel first?’ I plead. She grants mercy. Wrap plush fabric around waist. Explain: shower before date. She smirks. Usually boxers. Forgot this time. She giggles harder. ‘You charged in like a bull, naked as day, cock hard as stallion.’ Dignity crumbles. Embarrassed.
Mention date. Long dry spell. Called erotic line to ease tension. ‘Wanking to phone whores?’ Yes. ‘Save cash. Tell me when you’re horny. I’ll calm you.’ Stunned. Repeat? She grins. ‘You heard. Or liked it.’ Admit now’s the moment. She laughs, shoos to shower for date.
Drop towel, dive under rain-head shower, city skyline twinkling through floor-to-ceiling glass. Quick scrub, shave, splash vintage cologne. Dress sharp, yell bye. Penthouse door clicks shut.
Hours later, drunk stagger home. Limbs rebel. Grip brass railing up steps. Pound door wild. She opens. Crawl in on marble foyer. Helps to leather divan, soft as sin. Water glass, tender gaze. Shoes off. ‘Bad night, Will?’
Spill it. Julie’s dad recalls my baseball window smash. Ex-girlfriend drama. Her childhood flame back from Cali whore-fests. She beds him. I drown with bar zombies. Car locked.
She strokes hair, guides to bedroom. Undress, keep boxers. Slip under silk sheets. Forehead kiss. Crave hug. She leans. Squeeze too hard. She topples on me. Laughs at booze breath. ‘Brush teeth first.’ Shower off smoke stink, pajama bottoms. Return. Angelic sight: petite brunette asleep in my king bed, nuisette slipped, curled against chill, city lights haloing her.
Slide beside, arm over, fix strap. Sleep claims.
Morning. Early run despite hangover. Gulp milk, shower sweat off. Towel waist, back to bed. She’s there, tousled.
The Excess
‘Bonjour, sleepy.’ ‘Fit for drunk?’ ‘Massage your aches?’ Oil from bureau, Paris luxury. Shoulders first, slip straps. Neck. She melts.
‘Your turn.’ Prone. Her hands: shoulders, back. Towel off, kneads ass. Flip. Finger hushes. Thighs, calves, feet. Kisses trail: neck down. Turn. She’s kneeling, smile wicked, eyes fire.
Arms up. Peel nuisette. Feast eyes on perfection, etch memory. Pull close. Kisses tentative, then feral. Nails rake back. She pushes. Fall back.
Recedes. Mouth engulfs throbbing cock. Kisses tip, slow suck. Hair veils glory. Stop, flip her. Tongue lips her slick pussy, circles clit. Hands knead firm ass. Gasps build, hips buck.
Rise, tongue trails: navel, nibble pert nipples. Fierce kiss. She shoves down. Straddles, sinks on shaft. Slow trot builds. Eyes lock, then hood. Head back. Rhythm hers. Bites shoulder as I erupt, pleasure tidal. Collapse.
‘I love you.’ Whispered. ‘Repeat?’
‘I LOVE YOU! Passionately, madly!’ Etch words eternal.
‘I love you too.’ Penthouse walls of glass seal our secret, skyline witness to bliss.
