Sunday, June 26, 2005

Ms. X or Anonymous Sex

I never did find out her name so I'll refer to her as Ms. X.

It was a hot and humid summer evening as I walked into the Upper East Side building of this woman that I have been seeing on and off for 3 or 4 years. From the door this petite dark haired woman with vaguely Eurasian features who is struggling with a key looked back at me "Oh, could you help me with this?" she asked.

"Wow, do you have to go through this everyday?" I asked as I began fiddling with the key. The door opened.

"Thank you," she said, "But no, not every day, I am cat sitting and I come here once every two days." As she walked I noted her lean legs, short skirt, red flowery top and those ubiquitous blue Adidas sandals. Very nice.

In the elevator she pressed the button for the 6th floor, which is the same floor as my friend. Immediately my mode changed. The last thing I wanted was two women on the same floor. However half way up she looks at me and says as she presses 12. "Oh what floor are you going to? Six I guess" she says.

"Wow, are you a mind reader?" I ask as the elevator door opens.

"No, it's just that I live on 6 in my own building."

We laugh and chat more, the chemistry is palpable, I don't know what it was, but I just said. "Well, I'll ride up with you and help feed the cats"

Our light hearted banter continued. Never once did she indicate unease. The cats were hungry, so we fed them. Then we were at each other. I dug a condom out of my pocket, pulled my jeans to my ankles and I took her from behind over the side arm of the couch. She did not undress either; I just flipped her skirt up and pulled her thong down.

It was raw animal sex. She came first, and howled again as I came loudly. I pulled out grabbed some Kleenex in which to wrap the condom. "Bye," I said, zipping up as I walked to the door. I threw the used condom in the trash hatch next to the elevator then went down to my date.
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