Usually my friends and I do brunch once a week, seeing as this weekend one of our friends was going to commit social suicide (get married to a magnificent cunt), we decided on drinks at Brandy Library to celebrate his demise and keep the tradition of our weekly gathering.

Despite not having any strippers there, the place was filled with whores, perhaps not professionals, but gold diggers alike.

I was the last to join the group as I was kept back at work for an extra hour. By the time I got there, my buddies were multiple drinks in and slurring, a pleasant surprise was the grouping of what seemed to be a pack of Jersey girls (easy ass) seated a few tables over, complete with the big noses and overdone makeup. As I settled into my seat, drink in hand and being caught up on the conversations gone by, I noticed her, behind the gaggle Bon Jovi fans.

There she stood, I would venture to say she was 5′10, long legs that could probably be wrapped around you twice and subtle breasts that would convert any ass man. Utterly confused, not knowing what I should do, I made my way over to the bar and asked if she were hungry.

I assume she was taken back, we were at a bar and I asked if she were hungry instead of asking if she wanted a drink. In what I think was interest to see where I was going with this she said yes. I closed out my tab and left for Benihana.

Side note: Now I know what you are thinking. Why Benihana? Any douche could have taken her to Gyu-Kaku or something of the like. But I figured she had the world and more offered to her more times than I care to count and she is probably sick of it.

Stunned that I would take her from Brandy Library to a run of the mill hibachi spot, pleasantly surprised, she said she was relieved that I wasn’t taking her to Bond Street or Cipriani’s like all the other Bankers and Lawyers that pursued her.

If you have ever been, this place is for the masses, nothing special about it, other than the teppanyaki. A few bottles of saki, some fried rice and meat, we were laughing our asses off when we glanced over the subject of sex.

Obviously I perked up when she said she always wanted to be watched but didn’t think she could have a third person in the room watching her.

With that these simple words rolled out of my mouth, “Would you say you’re adventurous?”

Taking a moment to deliberate over her answer she asked what I had in mind. And again I repeated myself this time gently squeezing the inside of her thigh. Where she said yes, but she still couldn’t deal with a third person.

I told her not to worry, there are multiple ways to get your fantasy.

Having done this before I called ahead to the Hilton Times Square for a room on the 4th floor, while watching her smile with the street lights glistening through the cabs window onto her lips, neck and chest. Inhibitions out the window we started making out in the cab, my hands running the course of her incredibly long legs and squeezing her ass.

Barely able to keep my hands off of her while we checked in, we finally made it to the room, the foreplay was on the walls, the bed and even in the shower. But the main event took center stage at the window facing Times Square, her nipples pressed up against the glass, with one leg raised onto the sill with me taking her from behind. I could see her reflection and she smiled more and more when she noticed people noticing her.

After a few more positions with her trying to dig her fingers into the window, my favorite being her facing the window with both legs spread open up on the sill reaching over her head holding onto mine (no pun intended) and me sliding in and out of her with varying tempo and direction, we took it to the bed where she continued to orgasm after orgasm.

She could definitely move. Dare I say she may have even taught me a few things.

The next morning, I awoke to her bringing in breakfast from outside, which I actually liked. We got dressed and went our separate ways.

After putting her into a cab and waiting for mine, I realized I failed to ask for her number. With regret, I hopped into a cab headed home to get ready for work.

It wasn’t until I took cash out of my pocket to pay, when I noticed a key card and a slip of paper that read, “9P.M. same room, Rahel – (917)XXX-XXXX.”

I assume when she went out for breakfast she got the room for another day.

Looks like I will be having some evening delight later on tonight.