I’ve only just realized sothing: in the relationship between Kimberly and , I always thought I was the one deceiving her... when in reality, it was her who had been lying to about everything all along. Sure, I approached her only because of a stupid bet and because, I an, the idea of fucking her doesn’t exactly disgust — but she... she’s a fucking Monster Slayer. And not just any Monster Slayer, but the very one who kicked my ass with absurd ease and left bleeding and dying all night in an alley in Long Island City.
Damn it, I really am an idiot...
Well, better not think about it now. I’m already on edge enough as it is, and the only thing I need right now is a small, innocent mont of distraction — a distraction called Mrs. Lunsford.
She’s a charming and refined woman in her fifties, always elegant and impeccable in both dress and speech, with long blond curls streaked with a few faint white strands. A natural beauty untouched by age, who has never tried to fight it with costic surgery or hair dye — just a hint of makeup.
I t her one night about ten days ago in one of those lounge bars in Manhattan frequented by bored rich won in search of vigorous fresh at to make them feel young again. That very sa night, we ended up together in her apartnt — a night during which she slept just as little as I did, and I’m a vampire, if you know what I an. I fucked her, and, quoting exactly what she told , «better than any other man I’ve ever had in my life — and believe , there haven’t been many,» and I have to admit she knows her stuff too.
The first thing I thought when I left her apartnt that morning was, this slut absolutely deserves to be fucked at least one more ti, and that’s why I called her again six days ago for a repeat of that night of wild sex.
Her response, cold and annoyed, was: «No, thank you, we’re not interested in investing in Kanzuro Industries stock. My husband handles those matters and, as it happens, in five days he’ll be at your Tokyo headquarters on business. Have a good day and good work.»
I imagine she said that because her husband was probably right next to her at the ti — to avoid arousing suspicion. Ah, that sly fox Mrs. Lunsford really knows how to handle excuses. I have no trouble believing she was telling the truth when she said she had many n in her life. In fact, judging by how quickly she ca up with that excuse, she probably even now, as soon as her husband leaves for work, lets herself go completely wild — and not just with .
She discreetly made it clear that her husband would soon be leaving for Japan and that she’d finally be alone — an opportunity I have absolutely no intention of letting slip by.
So yesterday I called her again, and this ti her tone was much sweeter and far more inviting — it was obvious that her cuckold husband had already left. For our second date we went for sothing a bit nicer — almost romantic — and so here we are, walking hand in hand along the evocative Mario Cuomo Bridge, imrsed in a thick blanket of fog that makes it impossible to see anything more than ten ters away at most, after dinner at a refined restaurant in the small, quiet village of Nyack, an hour’s drive from chaotic Manhattan.
Tonight it’s really freezing, much colder than usual.
Mrs. Lunsford is covered from head to toe by a long, elegant light-blue coat that probably alone costs more than my entire wardrobe — only her beautiful ice-colored eyes peek out between the thick scarf and the wool hat.
«Your girlfriend is really beautiful, Jace, I truly an it,» she comnts in a sweet, sincere voice, without the slightest hint of jealousy. «You know, these days it’s rare to see a girl who’s so charming yet at the sa ti so simple. She wasn’t even wearing any makeup and her clothes were very modest, and yet her beauty struck deeply. To be honest, I almost feel intimidated going out with you after seeing the kind of girls you associate with,» she adds, squeezing my hand, as if seeking reassurance.
«My girlfriend...?» I repeat, giving her a puzzled look.
«The blonde I saw you walking around with one afternoon in Long Island City,» she replies, snuggling closer to and taking my arm. «I was with my husband so I couldn’t stop to say hello — you know, he’s quite jealous and flies into a rage if he sees talking to another man — but still, I couldn’t help noticing how incredibly beautiful she was. You are too, of course, Jace. You’re really a gorgeous couple — both of you, one more beautiful than the other. Ah, blessed youth — what I wouldn’t give to be eighteen again...»
She must be talking about Kimberly. Well, how could I bla her? Kimberly’s beauty is sothing truly rare, and if even won admit it, then it’s an absolute, undeniable truth. Even a charming woman like Mrs. Lunsford can’t really compare to her. To be honest, Kimberly surpasses her in everything, despite Mrs. Lunsford having the huge advantage of being a mature woman — yes, if it wasn’t clear already, I have a very happy thing for won over forty, and yet Kimberly is the only girl I know capable of competing with them, and that says it all.
«Oh, don’t worry, she’s just a friend I went out for a drink with, nothing more,» I reassure her, putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close — even though, in fact, there’s nothing between and Kimberly, and that’s the truth. Or rather, there is so kind of relationship, but it definitely has nothing to do with love.
She tilts her head toward , resting it on my shoulder. Then she slightly lifts her eyes to look at and gives a faint smile.
«I’m relieved to hear you say that,» she murmurs in a thin voice, yet damnably warm and sensual. Her fingers slip free from mine and her hand slowly slides downward, gently resting on my thigh like a butterfly landing on a flower.
That alone — a simple touch — is enough to make my cock hard instantly.
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