Chapter 8

February 1992: New York City

I hadn't seen Robert since November and I ached for him. He did call me a few times when he was able to get away and tell me what was going on. Job hunting wasn't going well. Pamela had tight reins on him now with the baby and he just couldn't get away. It made me depressed, but I had to deal with it.

Christmas came and went. I went home to Virginia, but he didn't. Instead his mother came to New York and they celebrated Christmas there.

The cold weather arrived and I went into a funk. I went out on a few dates, but I just wasn't into it. I yearned for Robert like never before.

Then something great happened - a few days before Valentine's Day, a package was waiting for me at my apartment. It was box wrapped in shiny red paper and a huge red bow. I quickly brought it in my apartment and tore off the paper.

When I opened the box, I smiled at the contents. Only one person would send me something like this. Inside was some of the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen and it was all red. There was a pair of sheer red panties that would barely cover my mound and didn't cover any of my ass; a red garter belt with sheer black stockings and a red pushup bra. My body turned to jelly as I looked at it all. That could only mean one thing - we was coming to see me. But when?

Then I noticed the note. It said that he had to go to Boston for a job interview this weekend. He was taking the train and he wanted me to go along. Along with the note was a ticket. He wanted me to wear this under my clothes, but the only catch was that we couldn't be seen together. We could ride in the same car, but not sit together as he was afraid of being seen. But once we were Boston, we were free.

I smiled and was thrilled. I would cancel all appointments on Friday and spend the day at the spa. We would take the evening train.

So I found myself at Penn Station on Friday evening wrapped in a long coat. Underneath were a short leather skirt and a black cashmere sweater. And under that was another story. I looked around for him at the station and spotted him near the newsstand. He winked at me and went back to his paper. A shiver went through my body.

It seemed like forever before the train came. Relieved, I boarded and took a seat by myself. I saw Robert settle into a seat at the other end of the car. I took my coat off and arranged myself with a book and tried to read.

It didn't go so good and I wondered how I would be able to last the four or so hours to Boston. So far he hadn't made a move to come see me and I wasn't sure if I should. So I waited patiently.

After about an hour he got up and walked past me. He didn't look at me, but a piece of paper fell into my lap. I opened it and it said: bathroom.

I knew exactly what he had in mind and my body trembled in excitement. I was close to the end of the car, so I heard him go into the single bathroom there. I waited about 3 minutes and then went over to the door. It was unlocked and I slipped inside. I doubt anyone noticed but by then I didn't care.

He was waiting for me and I flung myself into his arms and kissed him passionately. The bathrooms on trains are a little bigger than the ones on planes and there was plenty of room for us. We kissed long and hard and I felt myself melting into his arms. I didn't want anyone else - I wanted him and only him.

He broke the kiss and looked at me.

"God, you're so incredibly sexy, cuz. Don't ever change," he said huskily.

I laughed.

"I trust you are wearing what I sent you?" he asked.

"Oh yes," I giggled.

"Good, let me see it."

I smiled and pulled the sweater over my head and hung it on the door. He whistled as he saw my breasts come into view. The bra pushed them up obscenely and gave me huge cleavage. I could tell he liked it as I noticed a slight bulge in his pants.

"Now the skirt."

I reached back and unzipped my skirt. We were only inches away from each other, but he wouldn't touch me - yet. I let it drop and he licked his lips when he saw my pussy through the sheer panties. I turned around and showed him my practically bare ass.

"Wow... I have good taste, huh?"

I laughed and turned back around to him. He looked at me and there was a bit of mischief in his eye. I wondered what was up (besides him).

"I have a surprise for you," he said. "But I need to step out for a minute. Don't move."

"Oh, I won't," I said laughing. "Just hurry back."

"I will. Lock the door and I'll knock quietly when I come back."

He left and I stood there feeling very sexy and very, very horny. I admired myself in the mirror and primped my hair. I added more lipstick.

The minutes ticked by and I got a little impatient. I almost wanted to get dressed and find him, but I figured he'd be angry. I just thought it better be a good surprise. Maybe he was going to get us some coke - for old times sake. My mind delighted at this idea.

Finally there was knock and I opened the door.

"It's about-"

I stopped suddenly when I realized it wasn't Robert. Another man stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. He was smiling at me.

I tried to cover myself up.

"I... uh... this-"

"Oh no, this is the right bathroom," he said. "Your man told me to come in here. He said there was a sexy young slut in here needing some attention."

My mouth opened in shock. So that was the surprise, I thought. I looked at the guy. He was around forty with long hair pulled back into a pony tail. He was dressed sharply like a businessman and he was fairly handsome with dark features. His eyes were roaming all over my body and he reached out to touch my breast.

At first I wanted to shy away, but I knew that this was part of Robert's game. I had to go along.

"You have lovely breasts," he said as he squeezed one. "Why don't you take off that bra?"

I reached back and unhooked it and placed it on the sink. He grasped each one in his hands and squeezed roughly. It was just what I wanted and I moaned softly.

"Like that?"

"Yesssss"

He pinched my nipples and pulled them towards him. I gasped and he smiled.

"You like it rough, don't you?"

"Yes."

He bent his head and took one nipple into my mouth and bit it hard. He anticipated my scream and placed his hand over my mouth. I had forgotten where we were. He bit the other one and again his hand muffled my screams. But they were screams of passion, believe me. I was becoming so turned on by this.

"Take off those panties and the garter, but leave the stockings and the heels on," he said when he was done with my breasts.

I did as he asked and stood before him trembling. My nipples were rock hard and throbbed from the abuse. My pussy was tingling and I could tell I was very wet.

"Get up on that sink and spread those long legs of yours," he said roughly.

I hopped up on the sink and spread my legs for him. This was so exciting, I could barely contain myself. He was a tall guy and he had to get on his knees to face my pussy. He touched my glistening lips with his finger.

"Wet already, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Well, I'm gonna lick this beautiful pussy of yours anyways. But I don't want you screaming out, ok?