The Client On The Sixth Floor Part II
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While you do not need to read the previous parts of The Client to enjoy this one, it will greatly enhance your reading experience.
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New York, New York!
Wow! No wonder they’d named it twice!! Mattie wrinkled her eyes against the glare from the sun as she stepped from the aeroplane. Simon’s hand was on her lower back, guiding her and, given how she’d slept for almost the whole flight, she was glad as she felt a little bit wobbly on her feet.
It was SO bright, no low winter sun here, not like the grey Glasgow streets, which seemed to be cloaked in a perpetual murky darkness at this time of year. She loved the feel of its rays on her skin and made a mental note to change into something more appropriate as soon as she got the chance.
Simon took her hand as they made their way towards Passport Control and Mattie found herself feeling rather unsettled, presumably because of the debacle before they’d left Glasgow airport. When the security guard had gone through her case to find her buzzing vibrator and the array of assorted sex toys she’d packed, it had been so bloody embarrassing! She felt her cheeks flush just at the thought of it. Next time she travelled, she would be sure to remove the batteries from anything that could vibrate, buzz, make noise or move! She glanced at Simon but he just smiled knowingly and rubbed his hand over her lower back.
The two had to separate when they reached the cubicles at customs and a young handsome guard took her through the immigration process.
“Good morning, Ms Black,” he flashed her a toothy grin, looking up from her passport. “Is your trip for business or pleasure?”
“Oh, it’s for pleasure, most definitely pleasure,” she purred, loving his thick, New York accent. As it happened, Mattie had always had a bit of a thing for accents and it crossed her mind that this was probably one of the reasons she had been so instantly attracted to Simon. His soft Irish lilt gave her goosebumps, among other things!
The man took her photograph, her fingerprints and then stamped her passport. “Have a nice trip, ma’am,” he offered, as she passed through and waited for Simon to complete his procedure.
After a few moments, he appeared at her side and they made their way to collect their luggage.
“Well, Mattie Black?” Simon smiled, stroking her shoulder, “What would you like to do first?” He looked at his watch. “It’s a little after 10am, so we pretty much have the whole day ahead of us. What do you fancy? A little sight-seeing, grab a quick bite to eat or shall we just go straight to the hotel?”
Mattie thought for a moment, “Can we take the scenic route to the hotel, get freshened up and then see what we feel like doing?” Then she added apologetically, “You know, Simon, I didn’t mean to doze for the whole flight. I hope I don’t get too jet lagged, I mean, I hope I can sleep tonight…”
Simon looked at her, arched an eyebrow and grinned, “Doze? You know, Mattie, you actually snored for the better part of the journey… It was kind of cute actually. Don’t worry, I nudged you when you got too loud!” He thought for a moment before adding, ”If you can’t sleep tonight, I don’t really think it’s going to be too much of a problem. I’m certain we’ll be able to find something to pass the time.”
“Snoring? Oh god!” Mattie thought, feeling her face go red. “He makes me orgasm with his fingers to relax me as the plane takes off and how do I repay him? With sparkling conversation and good company? No! I bloody well fall asleep and start snoring like a wee pig! Shit, What must he think of me? I’m never going to live this down…”
Simon noticed her discomfort but never said anything, he just smiled and pulled her closer, ruffling her hair a little, as they wheeled their cases behind them towards the exit.
Outside, the sun was splitting the skies and there was a long line of big, yellow taxis outside of the exit. Mattie was excited to see such a typically ‘New York’ scene and she practically bounced to the one at the front of the queue, dragging an increasingly amused Simon behind her.
He grinned, feeling rather lucky, “Dammit, this girl is so much fun, her enthusiasm is contagious.” He realised that he felt young, when she was around.
The driver opened the boot, trunk, they put their luggage in and then got into the cab. Simon gave the name of the hotel and asked if they might see some of the city en route. The cabbie was very obliging, pointing out things that weren’t in the travel books. The streets were busy as they drove and Mattie’s eyes soaked in every detail. She kept pointing things out to Simon and recognising landmarks. It was funny, she was quite well-travelled but she had never gotten around to visiting New York, although it all felt so familiar after many years of TV shows and movies.
They finally pulled up outside the impressive Ritz-Carlton Hotel. Mattie looked up, it was fucking huge! A young, smartly-uniformed man hurried over, opened the door of the cab and helped them to the foyer with their luggage.
“Welcome to The Ritz-Carlton, the best New York has to offer,” he said in a polite American drawl. “I hope you enjoy your stay,” he nodded to them and doffed his cap.
“Geez, everyone is so friendly!” This was not what Mattie had expected.
New York had such a terrible reputation for its rude and impersonal inhabitants, a bit like Glasgow she supposed, which was notorious for being a hard, tough city. You were fine though, as long as you knew which parts to avoid and she had always been able to take care of herself, she’d had little choice.
The interior of the hotel was very grand and while Simon checked them in, Mattie looked around, picking up leaflets and reading notice boards.
“Are you ready, Mattie?” His voice came from behind her.
He was standing smiling as he waited, savouring the sight of her, so childlike in her enthusiasm, yet so obviously a real woman, his woman, he hoped, at least he was certainly beginning to think of her that way.
“Yes!” She skipped over to him and took his hand in one of hers as they got into the lift, elevator. She grinned, thinking how similar and yet how very different the English language was in her city compared to this one and she made a mental note to try and think before she just blurted out her thoughts, to avoid embarrassing herself. Who was she kidding? It was just a part of who she was.
Simon watched Mattie with a fond smile. To him, this was old news, he’d visited New York so many times and had even lived here for a while. He’d often thought about investing in a small apartment for his frequent trips. It was lovely for him to be able to see the city afresh, through Mattie’s sparkling eyes. Her enthusiasm and excitement were giving him a revived perspective on the city he loved so much. He couldn’t wait, not just to show her around but also to show her off. He thought that he would take her out later and buy her something new to wear. The idea of dressing her up appealed to him almost as much as the thought of undressing her and he pulled her in close, arms around her lower back and kissed her passionately on the mouth.
“You are gorgeous, love,” he mumbled as the elevator drew to a halt at the 22nd floor.
As they entered the suite, Mattie’s attention was instantly drawn to the huge window which had a breathtaking view over Central Park. She dropped her bag, wriggled out of her jacket and almost ran over to the window, where she stood with her nose pressed against the glass, before putting an eye up to the telescope which was conveniently positioned on the sill.
“Simon, Look! You can just about see the whole city from here!! Come and see!” she said in a breathy, awestruck voice as she peered through the telescope. “Look at all the trees, the colours! It’s like a forest right here in the middle of the city! Wow!”
Simon had stayed in this suite, or one very like it, many, many times and he was used to the view by now. Still, he sidled over and stood behind her, nuzzling his nose into her neck as he took in the view that she was so excited about. He was actually more excited by the sight right before him, it was more demanding of his immediate attention than the delights of the New York skyline and one particular part of his body was starting to outgrow the skyscrapers. This piece of luscious Scottish real estate was something he wanted to move into, now! She pushed her bottom back against his groin and he reciprocated, feeling his cock stir, as her firm arse pressed against him. He moved his hands to her waist, sliding them round and onto her tummy.
“Mmm,” he sighed as his palms moved up her front to cup her breasts. Her nipples instantly began to stiffen as his fingertips pressed against them and she gasped, pushing her body back against him even more firmly, as he began to squeeze and roll them, through her dress.
She brought her arms around behind her, until her palms were flat against his buttocks. He clenched and unclenched them and the feeling made her giggle.
“Oh you saucy little minx,” he whispered into her ear, sliding his hands back down until they found the hem of her thin sweater dress, which he took hold of between his fingers and began to lift, revealing her bare thighs and panties.
“I want you, Mattie. Now!” He growled, acutely aware of his stiff cock which seemed to be desperate now to escape the confines of his jeans.
Mattie compliantly raised her arms so that Simon could pull the dress up and remove it completely. She stood in front of the window, wearing only cowboy boots, bra and panties. “Oh Simon, what if someone sees us?” she sighed, turning her head around.
“Is she really shy now?” He thought as his eyes studied the intricate ink designs on the taut skin of her back. He leaned forward and pushed his nose against her firm skin and inhaled. “Beautiful, she is fucking beautiful.”
He placed a hand on each of her hips as he sank to his knees behind her, pushing her forward against the window as he pressed his face into the soft fabric of her underwear, where her ass cheeks met.
“Fuck ‘em!” He mumbled, snuffling her knickers, “We’ll give them a show, the likes of which they’ve never seen before. Time for New York to meet you properly, Mattie.”
He moved his hands down the sides of her legs then around to the front, sliding them lightly up her inner thighs until he could cup her mound. Her body jerked and she inhaled sharply as he stroked the tender flesh. He began to move his fingers, finding the dip that was her cleft. She moved one foot, so that her legs were further apart and he began to move his fingers over the soft fabric, from the top of her slit to the bottom. As he pushed the satin against her pussy, he could feel her heat and just a hint of her moisture and sumptuous scent beginning to seep through.
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