Sex in the City - New York

by Maxim Jakubowski

  So once I was back on top, we got down to business.

  ‘You slowing down on me, Papi?’ she asked. ‘You must be getting old.’ She grabbed handfuls of my ass and held on. ‘I could do this all night long, Baby, but I guess I’ll take pity on you,’ she said.

  She stuck one finger just inside my asshole and used her other hand to pinch my nipple and I went off like fireworks. It wasn’t until then that I got to really appreciate the bed we were on. It had to be the most comfortable bed I’d ever been in and the sheets were crisp, you know, but comfortable and soft too.

  ‘What is it about this bed, Emmie, that makes me not want to get up ever? I know it can’t be just you!’

  Immaculata smacked me hard and laughed. ‘It’s the sheets, baby. These are really fine sheets. The bed’s nice too, but the sheets are the best you can get; real expensive, you know?

  ‘Hey, did you hear that? I thought I heard a door close,’ she whispered.

  I listened and heard voices in the hall. We gave each other the eye and, quickly, we got up and got dressed. Emmie ran her fingers through her hair, to smooth it out a little and, quietly, we opened the door.

  ‘Why, Ms Immaculata, what chu doing here and who be that fine lookin’ man you got wit cha?’

  ‘Oh, Percy, it’s you! This is my ... wait a minute, who’s that with you?’

  Percy laughed. ‘This is Shirley, my wife. I think maybe we all had the same idea tonight. You know, I don’t think we the only ones, either. I been hearin’ noises since we got here.’

  ‘Yes, I think you’re right. When we came in, this evening, we ran into Mr Williams and his boyfriend.’ With a wink she asked, ‘So what do you think? Worth the price?’

  Percy smiled and said, ‘I don’t know ’bout the price. Rich people got money they don’t know what to do wit, but it was pretty nice, I got to say. I’m gonna miss bein’ here. Who knows, maybe the new owners’ll want us to come back to work for ’em. Even if I have another job, they ask me, I’d come back. They ain’t nothin’ else like The Plaza, you know.’

  The service elevator arrived and as the four of us got in, Emmie said, ‘I’m not sure if they’d want you to come back if I told ’em what you were doin’ in their hotel …’ and laughed that throaty laugh of hers.

  I put my arm around Immaculata’s shoulders as we stepped outside and then remembered. ‘Baby, your hairpins!’

  ‘Leave ’em. It’s right that I leave something here.’

  Immaculata woke up next to Juan and snuggled briefly before quietly throwing back the covers on her side of the bed and walking to the window. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. October was the best time of year in New York. The heat and humidity of the summer was gone, leaving crisp, clean air. The sky was a deep, bright blue and so clear that the colours of the leaves looked almost fake. In the summer, the haze from the humidity hung over the city so that sometimes, if you were on the train when it went outside, on your way downtown, you couldn’t even see the buildings. But in October, the air was so clean that every line and window stood out in sharp relief.

  It was weird that the tourists flocked to Manhattan in the summer. The weather was disgusting and you couldn’t see shit. She’d look at the lines of people, with their cameras, getting ripped off, waiting to go up in the Empire State Building. To them it looked OK outside, but once they got up, they wouldn’t be able to see much of anything. It would be much better to come now. But it was even nicer that they didn’t, leaving the city to the New Yorkers.

  The Empire State Building, now that was a good idea. Maybe she’d go. Juan mumbled and turned over, in his sleep. Immaculata hadn’t worked in over two years but she still got up at the same time every morning. She didn’t need an alarm clock; her body’s clock worked just fine. Juan, on the other hand, would sleep through a nuclear bomb blast.

  With one last glance at the fall colours out her window, she turned her attention back to the bed and the sleeping man within. His leg was thrown over the top of the comforter and part of his muscular chest was bared. He looked good enough to eat. The more she thought about it, the tastier he appeared until she couldn’t stop herself. Back in bed, carefully burrowing under the covers she found her target. There was ‘Juanito,’ still soft and asleep. She began with gentle petting and stroking until the cock, unbeknown to its owner, began to wake up and swell with arousal. Once semi-ridged, she went down for a taste.

  As the cock grew in her mouth, she tested it with little nibbles and licks. Juan had been lying very still, too still. She knew he was awake so she grabbed his balls to let him know he wasn’t fooling anyone.

  ‘Oh, yeah, Mami, that’s nice. Just like that, baby.’

  ‘Don’t tell me my business,’ she said, pinching his exposed nipple.

  ‘Ow! Hey.’

  ‘Why do you think this is about you? This is for me,’ she said around a mouthful of cock. She slurped up saliva and pre-come. ‘I thought you looked good enough to eat, so I ate you. Now you just relax. I’ll let you know when I’m done. After all, I don’t have anywhere else I gotta be!’

  ‘¡Ai, dios mio! Jesus, Emmie, you’re killin’ me!’

  Immaculata continued to leisurely lick and nibble at the cock, which was now too big to fit all the way in her mouth. Her hands caressed the spit-slick taut flesh and kneaded the balls, feeling them begin to draw up. Should she let him come, or did she want to draw this out longer. He felt so good in her mouth and he tasted like summer – summer and salsa – hot, spicy and sweet. Just the thought made her groan around the flesh between her lips. It was that groan, more than anything, that brought him over the edge. She felt the familiar little twitch and brought her mouth down over the top of his cock just in time to catch his come, roll it around her mouth and lick up the last drop, as his climax ended, before swallowing.

  ‘Emmie, I can’t believe you, girl. What did I do to deserve you?’ She wiggled her way up his body to put her head on his chest while he caressed her long hair. ‘What a way to wake –’ he glanced at the alarm clock. ‘- the fuck? What happened to the alarm? Emmie, I’m late for work!’

  ‘Oh, Baby, you don’t need to go to work today. I shut the alarm. We can have a beautiful day together. Just look outside.’

  ‘Emmie, no. I gotta go. I can’t believe you. We got cement coming today. I can’t leave Ryan to do it all; it’s not fair. No. No, baby. You go enjoy the day. I gotta go to the site, Mami.’ He jumped out of bed and grabbed his cell on the way to the bathroom.

  Immaculata heard the shower start and Juan’s voice saying, ‘I’m sorry, baby. You go. You have fun. Ryan. Yeah, I’m late. No. I’ll be there, don’t worry. Yeah, yeah, I know, but I’ll be there, man.’

  It seemed like a long time ago, when her job at The Plaza dried up. Two years. It was weird; she thought she’d miss it. After all, she worked there forever. She thought she’d work there her whole life but things change. It was just like the city. It was always changing. Tearing stuff down and building new stuff. It seemed like no one wanted the old New York. The whole city looked like a construction zone. Well, it was good for Juan, she guessed.

  That day they made love on the fifteenth floor; that was the day that changed her life. She left those hairpins by the bed. It was kinda like she knew.

  The bathroom door opened and Juan, preceded by a cloud of steam, raced out. He was already dressed in his work clothes. He sat on the bed and put his socks and work boots on and gave her a kiss.

  ‘Not too late, Papi, you can still change your mind and play hooky with me.’ She put her hands under her breasts and squished them up and together. ‘Looks good, right?’ She wiggled them from side to side.

  But one more kiss and a ‘sorry baby, you have fun today’ and he was out the door.

  No, she didn’t miss work. She’d be perfectly happy if she never worked again. She started the coffee and took a leisurely
shower. Looking out the window again, it looked like the day had gotten even more beautiful. The Empire State Building was looking better and better but so was the park.

  No. It would be the Empire State Building! She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been there; probably years ago, back when her mom was still alive and had come to visit from PR. She put on her black leather jacket, grabbed her Coach bag and she was out the door. The 6 left her at 33rd and Park Avenue South and she strolled across town to Fifth Avenue and her destination. Not even the line outside the building dampened her spirits. It was kinda nice that other people had the same idea, too. And the line outside the building wasn’t all that long.

  Of course, once she got inside, it snaked around and around and went down a few flights to the basement, where it snaked around even more. Oh well, it was just one of those things. She’d come this far. Finally she got to purchase her over-priced ticket, decline the tourist picture for yet more money and get on the elevator.

  Once on top, she went outside to walk around. It seemed she’d been wrong; tourists did come to the city in October, after all. The sun was warm, the sky was crazy-blue and the view went on forever. It almost looked like you could reach out and touch the Chrysler Building, flashing in the sun. How could anybody want to live anywhere else? She took phone pictures and sent them to Juan.

  ‘Guess where.’ Want to meet 4 lunch?’

  Juan texted back, ‘Can’t do. Cement troubles. Have fun.’

  ‘Have fun,’ he said. She could do that. Back on the street again, lunch and toy shopping sounded like the plan. Once in Chelsea, she headed into her favourite toy story and browsed the shelves. There were rows and rows with boxes of vibrators in all sorts of pretty colours. She especially liked some of the ones made of blown glass. She saw the ones with the little animals that were supposed to hit your clit and remembered her old rabbit one.

  The sex with Juan had been like magic that night. That whole night had been magic. When they got off the train, back uptown, Juan had said they should get a couple tickets; maybe it was a lucky night. She’d never been much for the lotto but what the hell; it was like that guy said, ‘Hey, you never know.’ So they stopped at the corner bodega and bought five dollars worth.

  It had been a week later when she found the tickets at the bottom of her bag. She knew there was a way to see if you won anything online. After a few searches, she found the site and the winning numbers from the right game. It was the third set or numbers, the third game, and she thought, ‘See, we could have just spent three dollars. We didn’t need to spend five dollars.’ And then she said, ‘Oh, my god’ and whispered Juan’s name. She whispered it a few more times before she started yelling for him.

  ‘Baby, what’s the matter? You OK?’

  ‘Juan, we won.’

  ‘What do you mean, Mami? Won what? He’d looked down at what she was doing. ‘What do you mean, ‘we won?’ What do you mean? You don’t mean … Aw, c’mon. Don’t play like that.’ She just looked at him, her mouth open, holding the ticket. ‘Like, how many numbers did we get?’

  ‘All of them.’ He’d taken the ticket from her and compared it to the winning numbers. ‘¡Madre de Dios! How much?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ she’d said, ‘but I think it was a lot.’

  ‘A lot’ hadn’t even come close; they’d won almost two hundred million dollars.

  At first they didn’t do anything. She finished out her time at The Plaza. The last of the long-time staff went out for drinks on the last day and everyone cried. Then she went home and tried to get used to being out of work. They took a few trips; went to visit relatives in Puerto Rico, went on a cruise, then they came back home and worked on figuring out what to do with all that money. And a few months after that, they bought their apartment. They continued to rent uptown, until it was ready, but once that Israeli guy was done with all the renovations, they moved in.

  Emmie could have taken a cab but the day was so glorious she just found herself wandering uptown. Before she knew it, she’d made a sort of loop, back to the Empire State Building. She was starving and trying to think of where to eat when she remembered that Italian place. A friend once took her to this place. It looked like a pizzeria but it had the most incredible Italian food. What was it called? It had a name like that sports store chain, but different. She found it, tucked away on 37th Street and stuffed herself with the best lasagne in New York before stopping in at Saks Fifth Avenue for a little something for Juan, or Juanito, maybe both.

  Poor Juan. The man just didn’t know how to stop working. He’d been a construction foreman before they’d won the lottery and, instead of quitting and taking it easy, he’d ended up buying his own construction company. Well, he’d gone in with his best friend from the job, Ryan, and now they were partners in Winning Ticket Construction. He worked more now than he did before he was the boss. Emmie could usually get him to take some time off when she wanted to play, but not today. Cement. What was the big deal about cement, anyway? Whatever. She’d had a great time on her own. And she’d have a great time when he got home, too!

  Enough was enough. She hailed a cab at Saks. ‘One Central Park South.’

  The doorman opened the door to the private lobby. ‘Good afternoon Mrs Rivera.’

  ‘Hi Henry. It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?

  ‘Yes, Ma’am.’

  ‘Do me a favour, Henry?’

  ‘Sure Mrs R; whatever you need.’

  ‘Can you give me a buzz when Mr Rivera gets home?’

  ‘No problem, Mrs Rivera.’

  Immaculata took the elevator up to fifteen and unlocked her door. A lot of their friends had said they wouldn’t like living down here. It wouldn’t be like home. The people here weren’t their kind of people. She supposed that might be true, but living here was like being home for her. It was easy getting used to. She just slipped right in to the groove, like she’d been here all her life, which, she supposed, she sort of had. Everything was luck. It was all luck. ‘Who knew,’ she thought, as she looked through the fridge trying to decide between the steak in the freezer and the left-over Chinese. Left-over Chinese wasn’t too romantic, but you didn’t have to defrost it! And besides, She planned to keep Juan too busy to care much about food.

  She cut the tags out of her purchases and then tried them on. The beige push-up bra with black lace overlay really was stunning and the matching French tap pant was definitely sexier than a thong. Her signature bun was still neat and tight. She grabbed her new toy just as the intercom buzzed. Just enough time to settle herself on the couch and wait for Juan to appear.

  He found a semi-nude, almost better than nude, Immaculata draped over the couch in the living room. ‘What kept you, Papi? I thought you’d never get here! Do you like what I bought for you today?’

  Juan, tired to wipe the grin off his face. ‘I don’t think they’ll fit me, but they look OK on you. I guess you should keep them. What else do you have there? Is that some kind of candy?’ Juan plopped himself down and snuggled under her head and shoulder and leaned in for a welcome home kiss.

  ‘It’s an objet d’art.’

  ‘Art? I don’t know, Emmie; I think someone ripped you off if they told you it was a piece of art. It looks more like a fancy dildo to me.’

  Immaculata smacked his shoulder and laughed. ‘When did you get so smart? I thought it was pretty and you might like to play with it. It could be fun, don’t you think?’

  ‘I think you could be fun. But if you want to play, who am I to say no?’

  ‘That’s right,’ she said, and you better not forget it!’

  Juan swept her off the couch and carried her to the bedroom.

  ‘How was the cement?’

  Juan put her hand on his crotch. ‘I think it’s gettin’ pretty good,’ he said. He pulled his shirt over his head and undid his jeans. ‘Baby, you look so hot in those cute li
ttle panties.’ He put his hands on her hips and nuzzled the back of her neck. ‘Emmie, take your hair down for me?’

  It never ceased to amaze him that the removal of only a few hairpins could cause her long black hair to cascade down her back and over his hands. The smell was intoxicating. He hugged her to him, burying his face in her hair, and grabbed both breasts, squeezing them through the new bra.

  She was still holding the pins when he bent her forward and gave her ass a smack.

  ‘What was that for?’

  ‘It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Look at that view Mami! I think I’m gonna fuck you just like this so we can both look at the view. Our view.’ He ran his fingers between her legs and felt the damp lace. Pushing the delicate fabric aside, he stroked the close-cropped hair covering her slit and ran his other hand up her back to her neck, brushing her hair to either side of her body. Kissing her gently on the neck, he slowly inserted two fingers in her waiting cunt. ‘So sexy, Baby,’ he whispered. Little involuntary shivers ran down her body. ‘You want Papi to fuck you like this? From behind?’ His fingers never stopped moving in and out of her.

  He removed his fingers and slowly fed his cock to her pussy. Once their bodies touched, she began to rock back and forth against him, the hair on his balls tickling her ass with each stroke, until he grabbed her hips and pounded against her. Buried all the way inside, he stopped and said, ‘Emmie, look up. Look out the window.’

  She brought her head up and looked. The light was like blue gold. All the leaves sparkled on the trees in the park. The air was so clear, as the sun set, the park and the surrounding buildings looked like they went on forever.

  ‘I didn’t want you to miss it,’ he said as he began his slow pound again, working his way up to the bone-shattering fuck she loved so much. They fucked and watched the sun go down on the city. As the lights came on in the park, Juan flipped her over and finished in the way she like the best. She grabbed handfuls of his ass and worked her mouth over his nipple, licking and biting and teasing until he couldn’t stand it anymore.