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outfit. While the skirt did nothing to highlight her beautiful ass, the shortness showed off her beautiful long legs. I held the car door and watched her get in. As she sat down, the skirt rose even higher up her thighs. I looked back at the doorman and winked. He scowled at me. I wasn’t mad at him. While he was slightly older than me, I’m sure he had constant wet dreams about Brenda. There he was, opening the door for her as she came in and out of the building, smelling whiffs of her perfume and taking in the beauty of her youth and the elegance of her style. In his mind, he might have dreamed about her surrendering herself to him on the carpet in front of the building. Him delving into the lushness of her garden, shredding her skirt and taking her places only his mind could imagine. No, but that was not to be the case. Instead, he had to open the door for her to run into my arms, for me to take her places only his mind could dream of. Yes, and when I brought her back, he would be waiting there to open the door to let her in and wait again for someone like me to take her away again.

“So, what made you decide to call me?” she asked, lifting up her bare feet to lay them on the dashboard.

“Your smile,” I said, looking down at her legs.

“You’re funny.” She giggled. “You’re as interested in my smile as our president is interested in democracy in Iraq.”

I was trying hard to find a blemish on her beautiful legs but to no avail. Her legs were also lean and firm, the markings of a runner. “How many miles do you run?”

She looked at me. “Very observant. I run four times a week, about five miles every time. Are you concerned?”

“Concerned about what?”

“That you wouldn’t be able to keep up,” she said with that mischievous smile that nearly made me want to let go of the steering wheel and leap into her arms. Yes, even though this young woman was twenty-one, she had definitely taken Seduction 101 and maybe 202.

“I see that a nice ass is not good enough for you,” I said, knowing that she would know exactly what I’m talking about.

“A nice ass. Please, look around. Most black women and Spanish women have nice asses; even white women are coming up in that department. A nice ass might get a guy to fuck you a few times, but if that’s all you’ve got, he ain’t gonna come back.” Her chemically whitened teeth glistened invitingly. “We sisters can’t depend on our pussy to get a man. There are too many out there with that same thing. You’re a beautiful man. What does it take for you to make a second call?”

“You’re putting me on the spot here, aren’t you?” I asked, parking my car across the street from the South Street Seaport. The place was deserted, as expected. I came out the car and waited for Brenda to get out. She got out and crossed to the driver’s side. She slipped her hand into the crook of my arm and we started to walk across to the seaport.

“So, are you going to answer me?”

The gentle breeze bathed me with the exquisite scent of her perfume.

“Right now, what I look for in a woman is peace of mind. I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to fight. Looks are important but, as you said before, it’s not everything. I want sexiness, but intelligence also. I want strength but humbleness.”

The sound of her shoes hitting the pavement was like a time clock going on and on. We walked past the restaurant and ducked in a corner as we saw a guard passing on the other side. Her breasts rubbed against my chest; rushing even more blood into my already engorged penis. Even though the guard had long been gone, we stood in the corner, our bodies pressed hard against each other. I reached out and slowly removed her jacket. As I let her jacket fall to the ground, I reached down to part her quivering lips with my tongue. As they opened up, I sucked on them ever so gently, feeling her nipples hardening against my chest. She invited my tongue into her mouth and made a sensuous dance with it. I gazed into her eyes and her lust for me was never-ending. I kissed her forehead and traced her face with soft, fluttering kisses, eventually returning to the