Portmanteau – A New York State of Mind: Part 2

Then He Kissed Me.

How Grant found lasting love with Beth.

Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The New York Times business section bullpen was rather busy for a Saturday afternoon. Wall Street had been volatile this week, so every reporter was hard at work trying to file a story by the 4 PM deadline for the Sunday paper. Ethan Reese was running a grammar check on his article when two colleagues walked through the writers' bullpen.

Aryanna and her boyfriend Wecks chatted with fellow reporters, then stopped off at Ethan's desk.

"Busy week for you finance guys," Wecks smirked, "try being on the sports desk. It's like this every day. The only thing harder is being in the game itself."

Wecks was a tall, handsome sports reporter who played lacrosse in college for a D1 program and liked to make sure everyone knew it. Aryanna smiled and reached for a pen on Ethan's desk.

"Do you have a post-it note?" she asked.

Ethan handed her a post-it pad while hitting the send button on his computer.

"The weekend has begun," Ethan proclaimed and started to organize his desk for a quick escape.

"Hey, me and Jazz are going to Happy Hour at The Yard House," Wecks declared.

Wecks called Aryanna "Jazz" after princess Jasmine from the Aladdin movie due to her exotic Persian looks, from her voluptuous body to her brown almond-shaped eyes, but those descriptions were just skin deep. She had a pleasantness about her, like walking outside on a warm summer day. Time with her was as wonderful as good weather.

"Sounds great. I'll meet you guys down there, Ethan replied.

"Great," declared Aryanna.

Wecks took Aryanna's hand and started leading her out. With her free hand, Aryanna casually handed Ethan a folded post-it note. "See you at The Yard House," she said with a coy smile.

Ethan held the yellow note watching Aryanna as she left. She was wearing an oversized sweater hiding her voluptuous tits. The top stopped short enough to allow an unobstructed view of her skintight yoga pants, which showed every detail of her legs, perfect hips, and insanely tight ass.

The phone rang, and Ethan grabbed it. Taking a few notes, he hung up and reached for his jacket. Only then did he remember the post-it note.

Unfolding it, he read the following: Can we have sex?

Ethan froze. He looked around to see who might have noticed his reaction. No one. He then stuffed the note in his shirt pocket and stood. His heart was racing, and his breath was short. He needed a drink of water fast. He went to the water cooler and filled a cup.

He took the note out of his pocket. Certainly, he had read it wrong. He looked again: Can we have sex? Confirmed.

He drank back the water and put the note back in his pocket again. Then took it out one more time just in case he had read it wrong the first two times. Can we have sex? It still read.

The Yard House was packed as usual with the young crowd from the Times. Drinks were flowing, and the conversations were about work. Ethan entered and looked around. He knew a lot of the crowd, so he made sure to chat up people as he looked for Aryanna and Wecks. Finding them at a large table with several other reporters, Ethan slipped into the seat across from Aryanna.

The waitress came by to get Ethan's drink order. "He's going to have the elderflower paloma," Aryanna shouted, "One for me too."

Aryanna wrote for the infamous travel section of the Times and always knew the right thing to order.

Wecks sat down next to Aryanna, nursing a beer. "Did she order you a fru fru drink?" he asked. "Always orders something I can't pronounce, but if it's not beer, it's not going here," he said, pointing at his stomach. "Hey babe, Kenny's got Knicks tix, so I'll be out late tonight. You cool about it? Sure, you are."

Aryanna smiled as she played with her thick black long hair.

"No worries, I've got a project to work on, so, yeah, enjoy."

Wecks then turned to talk to his crew as Aryanna looked across at Ethan, trying to get a read.

"The thing you asked about, the question," he began, "I think it could work."

Aryanna smiled and nodded in approval. "Great, I've been thinking about it since New Year's Eve."

New Year's Eve was several months ago. The paper was throwing its annual New Year's event in a hotel ballroom outside Time Square. The drink was flowing, and the clock was getting close to midnight. Ethan's date, Bettina, was deep in conversation with her friends as Ethan excused himself to find the bathroom.

"Hurry back," she said, "ball's about to drop."

The men's room had a line, so Ethan headed down a few corridors until he found a less crowded bathroom. As he exited, he noticed Aryanna leaving the women's room nearby.

"I see you found the secret bathrooms," she said.

"I think Wecks won't remember tonight, Ethan replied. He's been hitting those IPAs pretty hard. Oh, look, it's almost midnight!"

They began to walk back to the ballroom when they could hear the countdown in the distance almost completed 4; 3; 2; 1 Happy New Year!

Aryanna held out her arms. "Guess it's just us at midnight."

The two embraced in a friendly New Year's hug followed by a polite peck of a kiss. The kiss lingered. Not for just a second, but longer. Much longer. It quickly went from a genial peck to open mouths with tongues exploring and arms intertwined. Ethan closed his eyes and imagined himself in some exotic place with Aryanna. Finally needing a moment to breathe, they parted lips and pulled away, both embarrassed.

"I don't; " she began.

"We both had a lot to drink tonight," Ethan chipped in.

"Yeah, crazy night," she concurred.

It wasn't as if they didn't enjoy the moment, just that this was the moment after the moment. The moment they both knew things between them might never be the same.

The two returned to the party to find their dates, each blissfully unaware they had gone missing. Later as Aryanna danced with Wecks and Ethan with Bettina, they exchanged glances across the room and never spoke of the moment again until now.

Ethan got up from the table and went to the bathroom. When he came out, Aryanna was standing nearby using her phone. Looking across the bar, he could see Wecks and his crew deep in some basic conversation.

"Tonight," she said. "I made a reservation at the Plaza. Nice room, sorry, courtyard view only, no park."

"I could care less about what's outside the window," Ethan replied. "Isn't the Plaza kind of pricey?"

"Not if you work for the travel section of the Times," she smiled. "Meet me at Harry's New York Bar on the ground floor of the Plaza at 11."

Realizing they might be missed at the table, Aryanna headed off, intentionally rubbing her ass across Ethan's crotch as she passed. He let his hand caress hers as she drifted away.

By the time Ethan returned to the table, Wecks and Aryanna were standing to go.

"See you on Monday, guys," Ethan offered.

Aryanna smiled and waved goodbye as Wecks pulled Ethan close and spoke in his ear, "Dude, get your game on. There is definitely some skirt in here you can bang tonight. Just gotta make a move. Am I right?"

"I will. I promise."

What a douchebag, Ethan thought as he watched Wecks put his hand on Aryanna's ass, pushing her out the door.

Ethan went home and showered. Whenever he thought about the yellow post-it note, his cock became erect. Grabbing some lotion, he thought about masturbating to keep from cumming too soon later. What if they wanted to go again? If he masturbated now, it would be three ejaculations in a night. Unsure what to do, he resisted the urge and spent too much time deciding what to wear.

Ethan arrived early at Harry's New York bar at the Plaza and ordered two Palomas, then waited. It wasn't a long wait as Aryanna entered the bar looking stunning in a skintight pink rib knit crepe dress featuring a cutout back, despite a modest hem below the knee. The dress was classic body-conscious, with its figure-hugging seductive style showing off all of Aryanna's curves.

"Grab the drinks," she beckoned, "I booked us a couples massage for like right now."

Ethan threw cash on the table, took the drinks, and followed Aryanna to the elevator.

"I've never had a massage," Ethan said.

"Then you are in for a trip to Heaven," she smiled and pressed the down button to go to the spa.

"I was already planning for a trip to Heaven."

"Don't you worry. When we get to that part, the real Heaven will feel like the New Jersey Turnpike."

Inside the elevator, Ethan could not help but consume Aryanna with his eyes. Aryanna reached over and planted a wet open mouth kiss leaving slight pink lipstick stains on his lips as she pulled back.

The doors opened, and Aryanna took Ethan by the hand into the spa. The masseuses welcomed them by guiding both into the same dressing room, where they were asked to disrobe and put on large privacy towels.

Aryanna pulled up her dress like taking off a tight t-shirt. Her body was voluptuous, with dark skin betraying a possible Middle Eastern heritage. She wore a pink lace bra and a thin strap thong. Ethan could not help but stare. She undid the bra and pulled off the thong leaving her completely nude.

She was curvy and delicately soft with wide hips which rolled into a fantastic ass that curved to perfection with an onion shape. Dark areolas and pert, dark brown nipples punctuated her large tits. Despite their size, they remained pleasantly upright.

Her vagina was perfectly hairless, revealing a long slit with large pouty cunt lips. The tip of her clit was just visible like a water-soaked pearl, wet and engorged in anticipation of the evening ahead.

Ethan quickly undressed under the watchful eye of the raven-haired goddess. He was in great shape, having not missed a workout in over two years. As his pants came off, Aryanna couldn't help giving a slight nod of approval at his length, which went from average to erect in real-time. His cock was not the stuff of porn movies, but it was more significant than what Wecks sported or any other she had seen in person.

A knock at the door reminded them the clock was ticking, so they toweled up and exited.

Lying face down on side-by-side tables, they faced each other while the masseuses did their work. For Ethan, the feeling was exactly as Aryanna described, except for the fact his erection never went down, making it slightly uncomfortable.

Rolling onto their backs made it evident Ethan was ready to burst. Ever the professionals, the female masseuses worked their magic up and down their bodies while new-age music played and sandalwood incense burned.

After an excruciating eternity for Ethan, the massage was coming to an end. The masseuse moved her hand to his pulsing cock, giving it a tug and preparing him for a happy ending.

Aryanna sat up. "He's fine. I'll take care of him," and gave Ethan a suggestive wink.

In the dressing room, the two donned full-length luxury robes and slippers, placed their clothing and shoes in a Plaza shopping bag, thanked the masseuses, and headed to the elevator. They could hear the thunderstorm outside as they entered.

Aryanna leaned back against the mirrored walls, still relaxed from the massage. The elevator began to move and then stopped and went dark.

Inside the hotel, emergency lights came on. Outside at least five city blocks were dark as the storm intensified.

Ethan pounded the button. "No, no, no, no," he exclaimed. "Not now, not now!"

In the darkness, he felt a hand reach into his robe and slide across his chest.

"This was my opportunity," he said, defeated.

"This is our opportunity," Aryanna's voice whispered from the darkness, and her hand slid down his abs to his cock, which sprang back to life from her touch. Gently stroking his manhood, she let her robe open and slid her left leg between Ethan's, continuing to work his shaft.

Planting deep soft kisses on his neck, she worked her way down his chest, spending a few extra moments tickling his nipples, then went to her knees while holding his cock with two hands. She licked gently around the head, then up and down the shaft. Ethan tasted of essential oils and smelled wonderful.

The elevator had a small red safety light allowing Aryanna to see enough of Ethan's face to know she was hitting her marks. Increasing tempo, she began to bob up and down on Ethan's cock, holding it deep in her mouth and using a swallowing technique that increased suction. As she released, her tongue would flicker as Ethan's cock pulled back, then just before he could leave her mouth, she would tighten her mouth into a small "O" shape and start the process again.

Aryanna was getting more aggressive when Ethan pulled his cock out.

"What's the matter?"

"Turn around," Ethan commanded.

Aryanna obeyed and dropped her robe, revealing her perfect ass. She then lifted her leg and placed it on the handrail making her ass and cunt available to Ethan from behind. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her wanting cunt from behind.

Immediately she began to flood, her juices dripping across Ethan's face and chin. Her tight bleached rosebud opened and closed as her body undulated from Ethan's passion.

"I love the tongue," she moaned. "Wecks won't go down on me. Thinks it's dirty. Oh, God, I miss this."

The statement raised the bar for Ethan, and he added fingers to the probing. Aryanna took her leg off the handrail and placed her hands on the elevator's mirrored wall like she was about to be searched. Ethan rose up behind her taking his cock in hand, and guided it into her waiting vaginal opening from behind.

"Yes, please keep," She could not finish her thought as the rigid thickness of Ethan's cock pushed into her tight opening across the slick walls of her moist canal, stretching her from within.

Pushing her ass back to Ethan's body, she could bring his cock deep into herself. Keeping one hand on the wall, she reached back to pull her ass cheek open, giving Ethan unfettered access. Aryanna then brought her hand down to her cunt, using the tips of her fingers to massage her engorged clitoris in a circular motion.

Ethan pulled out and turned Aryanna around, bringing his mouth to hers. Her pendulous tits pressed tight against his chest as he ground his hips into hers with his rigid tool pressed against her belly.

She was a little too short to fuck in this position, so Ethan used his powerful arms to lift her off the ground. She opened her legs as he lowered her onto his rock-hard cock. Pushing her ass against the mirrored wall, he could see the top of his cock sliding in and out. With each thrust, Aryanna's well-oiled back and ass slapped against the elevator's mirrored wall.

With his body doing most of the work pinning Aryanna to the side of the elevator, Ethan took his left hand and placed two fingers just inside the bottom of her vulva and began to massage the fourchette of her vagina. Aryanna could feel an electric energy building from within.

"What is; What are you doing?" she moaned. "Keep; keep at it. Don't; stop. God, please don't stop."

The folds of her vagina were engorged, and Ethan could feel the pleasant friction it created against his thickness.

Moving his lips from her mouth to her tits, he found a bead of pheromone-rich sweat around her nipples and savored the salty taste as his tongue orbited her dark areola and then bit lightly on her nipple, giving her a slight jolt of pleasurable pain.

"I'm gonna cum," she moaned.

Ethan could feel the swell of his semen building in his balls.

"Please; harder," she demanded, "harder!"

The elevator shook from their aggressive pounding. Aryanna's eyes closed, her head went back, and she began to convulse with pleasure as her orgasm emanated from a place deep in her body, traveled to her clitoris then shot through her body like a shockwave. Her mouth agape, she tried to scream with pleasure, but no sound came out.

Ethan could feel her orgasm shuddering through her body as his load of semen blasted forth, filling her vagina with his liquid heat. Even while lost in her orgasm, she could feel the culmination of the friction spurting out in long ropes and filling her moist cavity.

They remained motionless as their mutual orgasms faded away. As Ethan gently lowered Aryanna to her feet, they embraced in a passionate kiss. Ethan pulled back, and the two stood face-to-face, naked and sweaty, looking into the other's eyes with a passion that seemed to go beyond the sex.

The moment was broken as the lights came on and the elevator jerked.

The two scrambled to put on their robes, tie them around their waists when; Ding. The elevator doors opened to reveal the hotel lobby.

Aryanna quickly pressed 28 again. The doors were about to close when a hand reached in, causing the doors to reopen. An older couple entered. He was a distinguished-looking handsome man, and the woman was stunning in a black-tiered halter dress carrying a Bloomingdale's bag.

"Twenty-eight," the woman requested.

"Already pressed. That's our floor," Aryanna remarked.

The doors closed, and the elevator started to move.

Ethan and the older gentleman noticed nothing as they kept their gaze on the floor indicator, each seeming uncomfortable sharing an elevator with strangers.

The woman looked right at Aryanna. "Come here often?" she asked with a wry approving smile.

"Whenever I can get off," Aryanna replied with a slight wink of her eye.

"Couple's massage?" The woman queried. Aryanna nodded in the affirmative.

"Grant, I'm getting a massage tomorrow. It's going on your tab," she said to her handsome partner.

"Make sure they use the German Sandalwood oil. It feels like bliss," said Aryanna.

"I can see," said the woman smiling with approval.

Aryanna noticed the woman's gaze and turned to look at the wall, noticing her massage oil body imprint, then turned back to her and gave a subtle but pleased smile showing pride in her impromptu wall art.

The floor indicator hit 28, and the doors opened. The older gentleman pulled his companion in one direction while Ethan pulled Aryanna the other way. As the two women exited, their arms brushed against each other, creating a brief skin-to-skin moment. Each woman looked at the other as the skin on their arms goose bumped.

As the other couple walked to the left to find their room, Aryanna and Ethan walked to the right.

"Do you think they suspected something?" Ethan asked.

"I hope they did," Aryanna replied, looking for her room.

Arriving at the door, she used her phone to open the room. Before punching the final digit, Ethan kissed her deeply with passion. She responded by wrapping her arms around him, drawing him in. Aryanna pressed the last digit on the phone, the door popped open, and they entered. Ethan was instantly impressed with the large suite.

"You get this kind of room comped?" He asked.

Inside the bathroom, Aryanna was wiping Ethan's cum from inside her and down her legs.

"Anytime I want," she replied. Order us some room service. Get a couple of club sandwiches, the lobster bisque, and get me an affogato.

"An affogato?"

"Espresso poured over soft serve ice cream. It's better than sex."

"Hey, really? Ouch."

"Correction, it's better than the sex I had until today," she replied.

Ethan smiled at the compliment and placed the order. While speaking on the phone, he noticed movement in the window of the room across the courtyard. Focusing in, he could see it was two people deeply engaged in a sexual act.

She was plastered against the window as the man's face was buried in her ass. Whatever he was doing was working wonders on the woman. Then Ethan realized who they were   the couple from the elevator. Ethan was caught up in seeing people having sex. Knowing who they were, even if it was just from a brief elevator ride, made the moment voyeuristic and enticing.

Aryanna came out of the bathroom.

"Did you order?"

"Yes," Ethan responded, keeping his gaze out the window, very much distracted.

"the blackout put them behind, so it may take some time."

Aryanna came over to see what he was looking at. She watched in silent approval.

"The elevator people," Ethan whispered.

"I can see," she replied. "Wow, he's really going to town on her."

The two continued to watch in silence, then Ethan took the initiative. Standing behind Aryanna, he pulled up her robe, revealing her perfect exotic ass. Then, taking his lead from the man across the courtyard, he placed Aryanna's hands on the window, got on his knees behind her, opened her perfect ass to reveal her clenched starfish, and began to circle it with his tongue.

Aryanna buckled as her knees weakened. Ethan continued working her from behind, mirroring the moves across the courtyard. Her ass clenched and relaxed, beckoning Ethan to probe further. Aryanna kept watching the other couple but found herself lost in bliss more than once.

"Oh, I think they see us!" Aryanna panicked.

Ethan stood to see the nude couple still engaged yet staring across the courtyard directly at himself and Aryanna.

The woman was wearing her black dress, which fell back down when the man surfaced. Then like a magician preparing his assistant for the next trick, he undid her top, which fell free, exposing her tits. Taking his place behind her and holding her with one arm, he proceeded to lift her dress, revealing her vagina, and then probed it with several fingers. The woman slid down on the fingers to maximize her pleasure.

Ethan followed as well. With Aryanna's tits exposed, he opened the front of her robe, exposed her hairless vagina, and began a gentle insertion of his fingers. Like her counterpart, Aryanna melted into his probing touch.

Ethan decided it was time to take the lead, dropped his robe, and pushed hers to the floor. Putting her hands on the windowsill, he stood behind her and gently entered her from behind. Across the way, the other couple followed their lead this time. Both women pushed back against their men while keeping their eyes locked on the other.

Aryanna motioned to Ethan to pull out. "I'm going to make her cum," she stated and stood in front of the window, first massaging her tits, then fingering herself with one, then two, then three digits, occasionally stopping to lick her fingers and taste her pleasures.

Across the way, the older man stroked his cock, as did Ethan, while their women remotely made love to the other. Feeling an orgasm wave coming, both Aryanna and the other woman increased their hand play. Working the nub of her sweet spot, Aryanna could feel the orgasm coming as she bucked forward supporting herself on the window sill.

Across the way, the woman had just experienced the same sensation. Both women continued to look at the other with a post-orgasmic calm. Aryanna blew the woman a kiss. Across the courtyard, the other woman mimed, catching it in her hand. Both women turned away from their respective windows toward their men.

Aryanna turned to see Ethan stroking his cock gently, having enjoyed her remote sexual tryst almost to the point of finishing.

She lay back on the bed, propped up on her elbows. Using her finger, she beckoned Ethan toward her. To further entice him, she opened her legs to give him the perfect view of her hairless mound, her labia glistening from her exudations. She then tipped her head back and started Kegeling, causing her cunt to pulsate and her anus to pucker. With each Kegel, more and more silky nectar would form on her labia.

Ethan crept forward onto the bed, burying his face deep between her legs and exploring her dell with his tongue. Aryanna began to coo with delight. As he manipulated her clitoris, she attempted to sit up and watch. However, the waves of pleasure weakened her, and she fell back, writhing from pleasure.

"Oh, God; so good," she whispered between loud moans. As Ethan increased his licking and nibbling, she clutched his head to enjoy the ride better. Ethan worked his shoulders under her legs, then moved his face right and left across her vulva, causing Aryanna to arch back in pleasure. She grew rigid as Ethan pushed forward, lifting her ass and legs off the bed and allowing him more access while putting pressure on her flowing cunt.

"Get inside me," she pleaded, not wanting to cum again without deep penetration.

Ethan picked himself up, pushed his body forward, and slid himself deep inside her in a single motion. His entry was fast, aggressive, and abrupt, causing Aryanna to let out a long guttural moan and several quick panting breaths attempting to pace her pleasure.

Ethan drove deep with his hips. Aryanna reacted by rolling her legs back, allowing him even deeper penetration. She could feel the warmth of his cock well within her. The two began to rock in rhythm together for several minutes.

Ethan slowed the pace and pulled his cock out, giving it long strokes as he admired the exotic beauty who lay before him. He rolled left and lay next to her, still stroking himself, and she took the hint to climb on top. Straddling him on her knees, she guided his rod inside her, watching with pride as her pronounced cunt lips gripped him. She was slick, and he slid in deep without issue. Sitting atop him, she could feel him filling her with his warmth and began to move her ass up and down in a slow twerk milking his cock with her cunt's grip.

Bringing her hands to his mouth, she bade him to lick them moist, then brought her wet fingers to her dark nipples and massaged them. From Ethan's perspective, looking up at this goddess, he could feel the pre cum sensation begin to well up in his balls. This was decision time, push her off and extend the session, or ride it out and experience an orgasm.

"Please cum inside me," she whispered.

She made the call, and Ethan was only too happy to comply.

"I can't last any” Aryanna could not even finish the sentence as her third orgasm of the night plowed over her with a greater force than the first two combined.

Ethan, who was well on his way to cumming, could feel the walls of her inner passage tighten in a vise-like grip, followed by her uncontrollable orgasmic muscle spasms. He gave one last push, punctuated by a rush of heat leaving his body and entering Aryanna's deepness, filling it and marrying their genitals together for a brief moment.

With this orgasm, Aryanna tipped her head back as she bit her lower lip and froze in silence, unable to scream, moan or even groan.

The moment passed. The two remained connected, unable or unwilling to move for several minutes.

Rolling off Ethan, Aryanna looked up at the ceiling savoring the moment. Despite three orgasms, she absent-mindedly found her hand massaging her cunt. This wasn't an attempt at a fourth-round; she was simply nursing the long lingering effects of the strongest orgasm ever to rock her body.

A gentle knock at the door, and a low voice announced, "Room service."

Ethan sat up and grabbed a robe.

"You know what? I'm famished. You?"

He opened the door, signed for the meal, and rolled the cart to the couch.

"Join me? I mean, it’s room service at the Plaza. Added to what we just did, and this might be the best night of my life," he quipped.

Aryanna put on her robe to join him at the meal. She sat next to him, leaning in close.

"It is for me." She smiled.

"What is?" Ethan queried.

"The best night of my life," she answered.

Ethan took her face in his hands and brought their lips together. The kiss was a simple closed-mouth kiss, a gentle resting of his lips on hers. It was soft as if they had kissed a thousand times before, just enough to confirm the feelings they were experiencing were mutual.

It was almost noon as the two walked to the elevator only to see another couple waiting for it to arrive   the older man and woman whom they rode up the elevator last night and with whom they shared and voyeuristic sexual session.

Ethan and the older man sported wry grins as the two women embraced warmly, like two friends seeing each other after a long separation.

The elevator arrived; the ladies entered, followed by the men. All members of the voyeuristic four-way rode in silence. Ethan couldn't help looking at the older woman who, hours ago, masturbated herself to orgasm with Aryanna. Then his view shifted to Aryanna, the most perfect person he had ever seen or met. The moment overwhelmed him, and he reached out and held her hand. He opened his mouth to say something when the elevator doors opened with a ding.

"Jazz!" A loud voice proclaimed from outside the elevator doors.

Looking out into the lobby, Aryanna's eyes went wide as there stood her boyfriend, Wecks, who was highly agitated.

With her left hand, Aryanna pushed Ethan back into the elevator pressing several buttons, then rushed forward and embraced Wecks, who was taken aback.

"Wecks! How did you find me?" she asked.

"I tracked your phone” he sneered, "and it took me to this hotel where apparently you spent the night."

Aryanna was at a momentary loss for words stalling for the elevator doors to close and carry Ethan away. They finally closed without Wecks getting a look inside.

"So, who were you here with? What was going on? Who do I have to kill?"

That would be me," a voice proclaimed.

Wecks turned to see the older woman from the elevator who stood by Aryanna's side.

"All me. Hi, Beth Lewis, Aryanna's aunt. I got this fabulous room at the Plaza and did not want to waste it alone. So, I called my favorite niece to enjoy it with me. Girls' night, so to speak. It was tantric! Left me so relaxed."

Wecks was confused. "Who are you?" he stammered.

"My Aunt Beth; from”

"From Bentonville, Arkansas. I don't get up to New York too much, but when I do, I treat myself," Beth gave Aryanna a little squeeze to sell the story, "and my niece too."

Aryanna took a moment to turn the tables. "Are you spying on me? Did you follow me?"

Wecks backpedaled. "No, I was just looking for you and; I got worried. You didn't answer your cell. What if you had been kidnapped?"

"And held hostage at the Plaza hotel? There are worse ways to go," Beth chimed in with a touch of sass. "Ary, hon, got to run. Much love, dear, and we'll do this again very soon."

Beth pulled Aryanna in for a hug and took the opportunity to whisper in her ear, "This is one of those moments in life where you have to think about yourself. Follow your joy, and the universe will reward you."

Beth pulled back and walked away. In the distance, the man she had arrived with joined her as they left.

In the elevator, Ethan bolted out the door, finding himself on the 8th floor. Pressing the down button did nothing, so he ran for the stairs. Racing down the stairs two at a time, he was in a sweaty panic as he descended.

Outside the hotel, Wecks was guiding Aryanna to a cab, talking about the Knicks game he was heading to later in the afternoon. Aryanna resisted his tug on her arm. He looked back at her, perplexed.

"Come on, Jazz, get a move on."

"Wecks; " Aryanna began.

"Cab's here. Meter's running, Jazzy, let's roll.

"Wecks; no," she blurted out.

"Well, I'm not taking the subway, so it's a cab or you walk. Get in Jazz."

"Wecks, I'm not getting in the cab with you."

"We'll split the cost," Wecks replied, very much oblivious to the direction the conversation was heading.

"We need to see other people. We need to not be together anymore," Aryanna said with a strength steadily building.

"Where is this coming from? Your Aunt from Alabama?"

"Who?" Aryanna said, confused, then remembered Beth's intervention. "No, not her, me. It's coming from me."

"Get in the cab, Jazzy. We can discuss it over lunch," Wecks said offhandedly as he tried to push her toward the cab. She resisted with enough force the cab driver could see this fare wasn't happening.

"You want I should go?" the cabbie chimed in.

"Get in the cab, Wecks. Go to your game, go to your friends, go find someone who needs you more than I do."

The gravity of the situation was now sinking into the thick jock.

"You're breaking up with me?" he said, bewildered. "Me, Jazz?"

"It happens every day, and people get over it every day," she replied.

"Well, it never happened to me. How do you know I'll get over it?"

"Because you will, and I already have. Go Wecks. Please go. Also, my name is Aryanna, not Jasmine, not Jazz."

"But you like me calling you Jazz."

"No, it's you who likes calling me Jazz which is the easiest way to summarize everything wrong in our relationship."

Wecks entered the cab alone, still bewildered at what had just happened. He wondered how Aryanna could let herself leave him. He knew she would be miserable and lonely, but she was the one who chose this. Wecks watched Aryanna standing alone outside the Plaza hotel. In the distance, he saw a man running.

Wecks smiled because he knew the guy. It was Ethan from work. Nice guy Ethan, kind of a dweeb, not much fun, good guy, though. Wonder why he's here?

Of course, his opinion changed in an instant when Ethan ran up to Aryanna, wrapped his arms around her and planted a deep passionate kiss that she returned with even greater passion.

The cab sprinted out in traffic with Wecks looking out the rear window like a puppy dog being taken from its mother.

And Then He Kissed Me

Well, he walked up to me

And he asked me if I wanted to dance

He looked kinda nice and so I said, "I might take a chance"

When he danced, he held me tight

And when he walked me home that night

All the stars were shinin' bright

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The Long And Winding Road

Grant sat at his computer, staring at the document before him. This was it. This was the end of a commitment he started 25 years ago. By entering his initials, it would all be over. Time to create a new chapter of his life, he thought. Hesitating for a beat, he hit the send button. Time to move on.

Clicking his way through emails, Grant was about to sign off when he clicked the Facebook icon on a whim.

Not much for social media; Grant had not visited this page in a long time. His profile filled the screen. His photo was outdated and still had him snuggled up next to Melody. I've got to change that picture, he thought.

Glancing at the friend request section, he saw a handful of names he didn't know or didn't care to know; but at the bottom of the list, initiated more than two years earlier, was Beth Lewis.

Beth was a close friend in college. Despite close calls, she and Grant never managed to time relationships right. Their past was filled with sexual tension, but the result was never more than the friend zone.

After graduation, she got married and lived nearby. They remained close for a few years, then lost touch about five years ago, not for any particular reason, just time and distance. Grant smiled and clicked ‘Accept’ on Beth's request. As he prepared to sign off, he received a Facebook message from Beth.

Two years? It takes two years to respond to my friend request?

Despite being alone in the room, Grant flushed with embarrassment at getting called out. I don't do Facebook often, Grant replied. Sorry for the delay.

Forgiven, she replied, adding in a winky face emoji.

Grant then corresponded with Beth back and forth, catching up on their lives over the missing years. He knew Ted had died a few years ago, but she was unaware Melody had left him about the same time.

After almost an hour of back-and-forth messaging, Beth suggested they meet in New York City as it was the midpoint between their homes. He was in Westchester; she was in New Jersey, so a Manhattan meet-up would be perfect. She suggested they catch a Broadway matinee and then dinner so they could make their respective late trains home, and a date was set for two weeks ahead.

It was a warmer than average fall afternoon as Grant exited the cab at Times Square and almost immediately got a text from Beth: Got caught up dress shopping at Bloomingdales. Almost there.

Grant took in the city's vibrant energy. It was only moments until he heard his name called and turned to see Beth walking toward him holding a Bloomingdale's bag.

A radiant woman in her mid-forties, it was an understatement to say Beth looked sensational. Dark hair with a fair complexion and violet eyes, she possessed a girl-next-door quality with a mysterious smile of unpredictability. She was a one-of-a-kind natural beauty.

She wore a black tiered halter dress exposing her shoulders and toned arms. The top of the dress covered her torso and terminated in a cloth circle around her neck like a collar, She was holding a sweater in her hands.

Grant had dressed business casual and suddenly felt out of her league.

As she got closer, he couldn't help noticing her small tits were pleasantly outlined by the snug top. Grant could tell she was braless by the bare back and the hint of her nipples silhouetting the black cloth.

What a 'guy' move, he thought to himself, sexualizing a woman even before saying hello.

Beth smiled and walked toward him, her arms out for an embrace that they each held for too long a time.

Walking toward the theater, they played catch up with covering the missing years. Ted had died of a heart attack despite being young. Beth blamed his sedentary lifestyle and poor eating habits. She took over his Ford dealership but was a BMW owner and wanted to leave the car business. Grant could tell she seemed liberated, and while she was in no way celebrating Ted's death, most of her conversation was about the new adventures she had embarked upon. Grant brought her up to speed on the end of his marriage to Melody, who had left him five years earlier. He never saw it coming, although, in hindsight, he admitted the signs were everywhere.

After the show, they found a small bistro to seat them without reservations. Grant had forgotten how well Beth could light up a room and how she had no fear. With plenty of time before their trains home, they moved to a small booth at the bar and ordered cocktails. After several rounds, the conversation became far more informal, and personal opinions became less filtered.

"Confession time," Beth stated in a firm tone. "I was not a big fan of Melody. Not at all. She gave off a vibe. Not sure what. Something was off."

"Maybe next time you give me the heads up when your spidey sense is tingling," He replied. "I thought Ted might be gay when I first met him. I wasn't sure what to make of him marrying you."

"Jury's out on him. His browser history left many questions. Big dick pics. More men than women photos. Fantasy stories about cuckold stuff. Not sure whom I married. Well, it's in the past anyway," she said, swirling her cocktail olives and kicking back the drink.

"So how was it we never had a thing? she pressed."

"Timing," Grant replied. "We had at least three dates planned, and something always came up. I can't even remember what."

"You stood me up at the Rocky Horror Picture show. I was pissed off," she said with a mock frown.

"I remember the night in question. By the time you finally accepted my apology, you had a boyfriend," he replied. "That's on me."

"Yeah, you missed the window big time.

To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 3 parts, for Literotica.