Page 47 of His Wife

Andre is a very patient man, usually, but now he is tapping on his knee, growing more and more anxious with every passing moment. He thinks that maybe she made a duck from the club out of the window, but realizes how absurd this is, laughing at himself for even thinking it. Two women walk out of the bathroom, and then a single female walks in. Then two more exit, and he grows more anxious. When Leigh finally steps out of the bathroom, her face obviously touched up, the makeup once again flawless, he catches his breath and suddenly doesn’t know what to say.

He clears his throat, loudly, bringing Leigh right in front of him. She knows that he wants to talk to her, which makes him relax a little bit. At least she can read his signals, or maybe she also wants to talk to him. Whatever the situation, he needs to say something. All of his usual German arrogance fails him now, and he just looks at her, up and down. Andre is really looking at her like she is a piece of meat; meat that he would like to tenderize over and over again.

“I’m Andre,” he says at last, pulling himself together.

“Leigh,” says Leigh, looking him over too. He is very tall, and she thinks of what she read just that morning, about the only true indication of the size of a man’s cock being his height. Her eyes start to fall on his groin, but she catches herself before they land there. There is something interesting about his eyes too, so she holds his gaze instead, not wanting to tempt herself with the possibility of this man who speaks in an accent she can’t quite place. All she knows is that he is European.

“You are very beautiful!” he says, his eyes on her breasts again. Leigh knows that she wore this top for a reason, for just this kind of attention. But now that she is receiving it, she cannot help but think that this was probably not the best idea. Her top really leaves very little to the imagination. So little in fact that she feels like Andre isn’t undressing her with his eyes, but rather that she is already completely naked. Strangely, this doesn’t make her feel the least bit uncomfortable, and she lets her eyes fall on his groin now.

“Thank you,” she says, after a long pause. There seem to be unnaturally long pauses between the times that they speak, and this has everything to do with the building physical tension between them. They are both incredibly attractive people, and they are both incredibly attracted to each other. Leigh plays a game in her head very quickly, where she needs to decide if a man is going to be a one-night stand, or if he has boyfriend potential. She really cannot make up her mind with Andre, so she decides to leave it in his hands.

“I’m staying at the Crowne Plaza in Manhattan. Visiting from Germany!” he says, letting her know where he is from, the penny dropping in Leigh’s head suddenly. She actually feels rather silly for not placing the accent, Germans being very distinctive, so that she should have known it immediately.

“Germany huh?” she asks, not sure how else to respond to this obvious invitation.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks eventually, a growing problem in his pants.

“What about your friends?” Leigh asks, for no real reason.

“What about yours?” he asks back.

“I’m sure we could sneak out. My friends will leave as soon as they realize I’m not here anymore. I think they are actually hoping I pull something like this!” Leigh would rather explain herself in the morning. She doesn’t have the energy for the reprimanding looks she will get tonight.

“Have you ever been on the back of a Harley?” Andre asks her as they literally sneak past their friends and leave the bar.

“It will be my first time,” Leigh says, feeling an instant thrill between her legs!

Chapter Six

The ride is everything Leigh expects, and more. She is pressed up so close to Andre that her clit brushes up against his lower back. She wants to move herself away from him, just a little bit, but she can’t. Her arms are wrapped tightly around him; partly from fear, mostly excitement, and so for the whole ride she really is stuck to him.

She wishes that she didn’t have the helmet on, but he insists. He doesn’t have a helmet on, having only one, so she’ll be the lucky one, if they are to have an accident. She knows, somehow, that they won’t fall. Andre just seems to be in total control of the beast between their thighs.

When they pull into the hotel, she needs to take a minute before she can get off the bike. She manages to dismount, and when Andre jumps off the Harley, he looks at her, asking, “Are you okay?”

“I am, very!” she responds, never having experienced such a thrill in her life. She puts ‘get a Harley’ on her mental to do list as soon as she is free of her parents, and then follows Andre into the hotel. It is a nice enough hotel, and the fact that it is near her condo, means that if she doesn’t like anything that happens in the room, she is just a quick taxi ride from home.

They get up to his room, and it looks very much like a tourist’s room. There is a suitcase on the bed, opened, with clothing strewn around it. She throws her eyes into the bathroom, and sees a toiletry bag on the counter, with most of the contents on the outside. He is really such a man!

Andre goes to the bar fridge, and opens it. Then he looks at Leigh, who comes over to the fridge and looks in. It is still fully stocked, and so she has quite a variety of drinks to choose from. He pulls a beer out for himself, and then looks at her again, waiting for her to say what she wants. “A beer is fine,” she says, although she absolutely hates beer. There is a bottle of champagne and also a chardonnay in the fridge, but she thinks that the admin of pouring her a glass of wine or bubbles will be a little too much right now. She really wants Andre to touch her.

He walks to the sliding door leading onto the balcony, opens it, and steps out into the night. She follows, looking over Manhattan, almost seeing it through his eyes. The view is stunning, especially at night with all the lights on. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” he says, as though she, too, were a tourist. He touches her waist as they stand looking over the city, and she feels electricity streaming through her body.

“Yes, it is!” she says, not really wanting to tell him that she actually has a better view of Manhattan from her own bedroom. She just decides to go with it, letting him take the lead in everything that is going to happen here tonight.

They have two sips of their beers, just two, and then Andre takes the bottle from her hand. He puts both bottles down on the table, an elaborate wrought iron structure, and pulls her to him. He has waited long enough, controlled himself as much as he can now, and he cannot resist putting his lips on her a moment longer. His lips are full, framed by the slightest hint of stubble. Leigh isn’t sure if this is done on purpose, or if he just didn’t shave this morning, but she likes it.

When his mouth lands on hers, her eyes close, and she melts into his kiss. He really is a great kisser, and when his tongue starts to snake into her mouth, she receives it easily. It is thick, it is long, and it is wet. She loves it, unable to move for a minute, unable to kiss him back, just for the moment. And then, when she catches herself, she is kissing him back, and they are such a perfect fit that they both feel like they could kiss one another forever.

They do kiss for the longest time. By the end of the kiss, Leigh is really wet, and Andre is incredibly hard. He cannot hide his erection either, it is just so present, so forceful, and incredibly eager to be freed from his tight pants. Leigh looks down at it, and she sees in the light coming out of the room that it really needs to be let out, to be freed. She looks him in the eyes, seeing the look of lust and longing, and so she just takes a deep breath and starts to work on his belt.

She unbuttons the pants and with the zipper in her hand, she pulls it down slowly, not breaking his gaze. She doesn’t think about it, working the zipper all the way down, and then she places her hands on his face. He bends down, kisses her thank you, and then pulls his pants down so that they sit below his butt, his underwear too, and his freed member almost breathes an audible sigh of relief. She isn’t sure what to do with it, with herself, but she feels that she has let him know that she is open to anything tonight, and so now she can relax and let him take the lead!

Chapter Seven

Andre bends over and pulls his pants off completely, and then stands to pull his t-shirt over his head. He is completely naked now, his boots having come off first to facilitate the removal of his trousers. Now he has to get Leigh naked, and so he starts with her top. It looks more elaborate than it really is, and it is just held up by a series of chords on the side. He figures it out quickly, and soon enough the top is off sliding it from her body and setting it carefully on a chair that sits on the balcony. He turns her around slowly, looking at her with adoration, and undoes her bra, gently pulling it off, even though it is such a sexy piece of underwear that he really thought of just leaving it on. But he also really wants to see her breasts.

He is mesmerized by her chest, and he cannot hold himself back from taking the ripe nipples into his mouth. One at a time, he sucks on them tenderly, losing his face in her chest but working at the same time on her leather trousers. He gets the button undone, the zipper down, and as he works her pants down her sexy legs, she kicks off her heels, allowing him to remove the leather completely.

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