Meeting Jai

 Sonia had met J. at a raucous birthday party for a mutual friend a few months prior.

Neither she, nor he would think they'd ever encounter one another in the future. But, they did.

She was a public relations executive working on the East Side of Manhattan. He was employed by an athletic franchise in Europe.

In fact, Sonia had seen J. on television while flipping past a sports channel before they had even met at their friend's birthday party. She knew all about him and his reputation with the ladies.

And, with attentions turned to her, Sonia would soon find out for herself if J. stacked up to the hype, which surrounded his prowess.

Springtime in New York City was a mixture of changing weather patterns and flowers starting to bud. Sonia's midnight chat on her computer to J. was sprouting seduction over the wires.

Sonia had on Miles Davis' Kind of Blue playing in the background on her end of the conversation. J. and she tapped away for a bit. Then, things took a turn for the tempting.

Miles gave way to ABBA, as the music was changed and Sonia returned in front of the web cam.

Aqua colored kimono draped around her was suddenly taken off. Sonia was going to make the most of her computer's web cam for J. to see. She could hear him licking his lips on the other end.

Wearing nothing beneath that kimono, Sonia's lightly blushed skin made J. blush slightly on his end of this encounter.

Curly shoulder length, blond hair brushed against medium sized breasts, as Sonia slightly swayed. Another sight of curls was glistening flickers of hair between Sonia's curvy thighs.

Softly she asked the great man of warm smile, "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, very much so”, that tickle of temptation in his voice came through the computer speakers to her.

Each laughed at the sexy situation of this long distance dalliance. He wanted to see Sonia when in New York again. And, without hesitation, the woman with not a drop of cloth on her flesh replied with affirmation.

From a web chat with one another, J. knew Sonia was a woman who knew how to entice and charm her way into a man's realm. And, soon his pants.

J. was going to be in the United States on business for his organization in the mid-Summer. Then would be the perfect time for him to make a stopover in New York City.

Sonia took down all of J.'s credit card information for booking and planning a hotel suite for the both of them when he would be arriving in New York.

August wind twisted around Manhattan, as Sonia prepared the hotel suite for her visiting lover. J. was driven directly from JFK Airport to a luxury hotel in downtown New York.

He was due at that hotel at 6:45 that evening.

Before J. came into the hotel suite with the bellman and his luggage, Sonia was preparing herself and other items for the arrival.

Changing into light pink bra and panties, she fluffed her hair for decadent presentation. Spritzing some Rive Gauche perfume upon shoulders and chest, an aromatic air filled that area.

Door key slipped into lock, caused a slight beeping sound from the entering bellman and his important hotel guest. Sonia stayed out of sight and waiting inside of the bathroom.

Sonia could hear J.'s mellow voice speaking with the bellman for a few moments. After five minutes passed, the bellman was tipped and he exited the hotel suite.

J. parted the sliding bedroom doors to find a quite pleasant surprise – Sonia standing there in pink panties and matching bra alone.

Pink was the perfect color for the blushing affair that was occurring between them.

J.'s smile was so light and generous, as he walked over to Sonia. Their hug was tight and much desired by both.

J. looked around the room and grinned, "So, you did this all for me?"

Slipping away from his grasp, Sonia shook her head and tapped a finger upon a silver-serving cart, "For us".

Dressed in dark suit with blue shirt and red tie, J. was an image of international flair.

He walked over to where she stood and removed covers from the three items on the cart. Strawberries, a silver bowl of whipped cream was nice to start. But, it was the bucket filled with ice and a half dozen bottles of Orangina.

No champagne for this day, for each wanted to be inebriated on one another alone. J. took off his royal blue jacket and was wearing a red tie with a light blue shirt underneath. His body was quite fit for Sonia's aroused eyes to view.

J. snickered, "You are a breath of fresh air, Sonia".

Slightly motioning towards him, Sonia placed hands on either side of J.'s jacket lapels, "And, J., you take my breath away".

His hands pressed atop hers, as he began kissing those manicured fingers with coral polish upon them. J.'s flight was tiring. But, being with Sonia revitalized this man in his 40's.

As he let her hands go, J. took off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair. The last thing he needed on his journey further west would be questions about the lovely fragrance upon that blazer.

Neither of them wanted to get a smell of Rive Gauche or her barely naked flesh onto that jacket of his.

After tossing that jacket over a chair, J's attention was completely on her. They kissed and Sonia placed her slim arms around J's neck. She pulled away slightly and went right for the strawberries. Running one through some luscious cream, this sexy woman popped it into his mouth slowly.

He liked it and did the same action for her.

Sonia couldn't believe she was with a man like J. But, thank the heavens she was. As this woman stood working to get that red tie off, his hands were like mercury all over her ass. She giggled to herself, wondering if in a past life J. had been a goalkeeper with such clutching hands.

Now, after she got that tie off him, Sonia started unbuttoning his shirt. But, he wanted to undress this lovely blonde first. J.'s golden fingers unhooked pink bra and it fell downward between them.

He smiled at this vision. J. was impressed by Sonia's blossoms. Burying his head between them, J. began kissing each breast. Soft strands of brown hair brushed against each nipple gently.

For Sonia, it was amazing in having a man of such command and control acting like a young pup. But, it was so much fun being with J. With her panties and his shirt taken off, they were like tornadoes of temptation twisting towards each other.

Sonia became a bit bolder, as she got him onto that bed and began unzipping his black pants. Tossing them across the room onto that chair where his jacket was, Sonia had J. lying on that bed in only white boxers and royal blue socks. Fabric was taken off of this man's flesh, as she prepared to be with him.

Nude in each other's anticipating arms, they made love. Strawberry to nipple and whipped cream licked off of Sonia by his tongue was just one of J.'s tricks in lusting after her. They made love in more than once in that 24-hour period.

As their final hours of an afternoon on that next day came, Sonia stood with a sheet wrapped around her while J. reclined naked on that unmade bed.

Berries gone and most of the cream devoured, there were empty Orangina bottles in silver bucket of melted ice.

In those final moments they spent together, Sonia rolled a pinky finger into some cream and placed it onto J's tongue. They kissed and J. remarked on her being his peaches and cream.

Sonia found the number thirteen lucky for her. It was that digit which corresponded with the letter of the alphabet that was the first letter of J.'s last name.

This event, which Sonia experienced with J., was bittersweet, for she knew their rendezvous was all too brief a period of time. J. would be off to his business transactions in California within hours. As for Sonia, she'd go back to her normal, yet unextraordinary life on the isle of Manhattan.

Man with the sunset smile from a balmy bay in Europe had changed Sonia's day and life. As for J., he'd relished the pleasure of a beautiful and poised woman's company.

He was suave and brash, but ever so tender in those playful hours between sunset and sunrise. She turned out to be bolder than any other moment in the past of her life.

In Sonia's soul, it was as if J. had reached inside of her and unlocked a small door within.

It was J. that unleashed a bodacious beauty onto a causeway of delectation and fulfillment. Amongst the berries, cream and Orangina; two bodies blended in blissful ignorance of a world outside of  hotel suite..