Sultry Girl Around the Corner


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fan Fiction, Celebrity, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Maré's venture with model friend, Sammie Pennington.

The weather wasn't breezy in the New York; heat wave hit the entire city like a fury from hell. It was Friday and by far the hottest day of the summer up to this point. Almost every hour on local TV, there was a warning about the intense heat outside. I felt sorry for people who had to work in that unbearable humidity. My home was comparatively cool and comfortable. Naturally, I thought about staying home all day long.

It was getting close to the sunset and I felt bored. Making up my mind to go out and get some air, I put on my red V-neck T-shirt with tailored Gap khakis and matching white / black – true red Air Jordan X sneakers. I left my apartment and met up with my friend La Vika. She was getting off the elevator.

La Vika was a dark-skinned Hispanic beauty with big green eyes and a great body. She had on orange bikini top and black shorts. La Vika's short black hair was disheveled that made her look wilder than ever, and her firm tits enticingly filled the bra cups. I got an instant hard-on.

"What's up, Vika?"

She backed me in a corner, and said, "Where are you going?"

"I'm about to drive around and get refreshed," I replied.

"When you come back, knock on my door so you can play with these." La Vika took my hands and cupped her tits with them. Her lips curved into a sultry smile.

"You betcha," I said, grinning broadly.

La Vika walked into her apartment, laughing slyly.

One thing I love about summers in New York City was driving around with the top down and listening to some music. Jay-Z's new album, Magna Carta Holy Grail, blared from my drop top Mars-red Porsche Carrera GT as I roared down the roads and streets of Manhattan. The breeze blowing on my head and the bottled water dried all the sweat and cooled the heat. Pretty women clad in crop tops or jogging in sports bra and tights were a sight to relish. I would honk at them just to catch them smiling and laughing. Yeah! I knew how to make a day, even without a partner around with me.

The bottled Poland Spring water had me ready to pee. When I walked inside Barnes & Noble Bookstore on 82nd Street and Broadway, I rushed to the bathroom, then washed my hands, and splashed cold water on my face. Getting relaxed and feeling elated, I was ready to roam around the well air-conditioned bookstore.

I sat at an empty table, in the Mezzanine/Performing Arts section of the store, drinking the bottled water, and reading The Rose That Grew from Concrete. As I looked down, my eyes on Sammie Pennington. She was a Caucasian beauty with smooth tanned. Her brown hair was long and she had cool blue eyes. That eve, she looked hot in her blue crop top and beach plum colored shorts. She did a photo shoot with me a few years ago.

"Hey, Sammie!" I called her out.

"Hi, handsome! What's up?" Sammie replied back, flashed a smile and waving a hand. She walked up the stairs and we hugged each other. I kissed her on the cheek and inhaled the mixed wafts of perfume and perspiration. Sammie was a girl who didn't age at all. She was as youthful and attractive as she used be in college.

"How are you? You look great and are still one of those women who don't look a day older than 20."

She batted her eyes and said, "Thanks! And you're still that college stud I used to stay close with, but shh, we can't tell others our secret."

We both laughed.

"This heat is scorching!"

"Yeah, too much already."

"I have my air conditioner on full blast. My whole apartment is cool and cozy."

"You need it! Too hot and cannot walk fast!"

"Exactly! I usually go out at 7 p.m. when the heat is not too bad."

"True. Noon is the worst time of the day!"

"It is! I feel sorry for the construction workers."

"Yes, they have no choices on days like this. I ducked into a Bath and Body Works store for some AC relief earlier." She giggled.

"I used to cool off in supermarkets and act like I was doing shopping."

"Why not? Or buy a cheap item like water and walk around for a while comparing prices." She said, smilingly. "It's too hot, so you gotta do it!"

"Yes, this weather is a killer! I rather go to an indoor pool than relaxing on the beach."

"Definitely," Sammie agreed with me.

"You know what I heard somebody say the other day that women are like chicken because their best parts are the legs, thighs, and breasts, and they are chased around by cocks."

Sammie burst into laughter. "Very funny," she said.

"Well, it is comical but a true saying. Anyways, I'm about to leave and I don't wanna get too comfortable in this store."

"Yeah, I'm ready to go too. Hey, if you're not in the rush, you can hang out with me, at my house. I live around the corner." Sammie suggested.

"Sure, I parked my car around the corner too. If you saw a hot red Porsche in the middle of the block, that's me!"

Sammie lived in a very elegant, redbrick, Georgian-style apartment house on 100 Riverside Drive that had a very attractive lobby. When we entered her apartment on the 20th floor, I was speechless! It presented a spectacular view of the Hudson River and Riverside Park. She had high beamed ceilings, the floors were hardwood, and her dining room was big enough to seat 10 people. I liked her collection of 1960s paintings that hung on her beige walls. Sammie always had an interest in images, films, and music from that decade.

"You have a really nice place, Sammie!" I told her. "I always wanted to live around this area."

"Well, I'll let you know when they have a vacancy in the building." She smiled.

"Thanks, I appreciate it!"

We got comfortable in her cool sunken oversized living room that included a decorative fireplace. She had True Blood, her favorite TV show, playing on the flat screen TV. Sammie poured two small glasses of what she called her love potion. I liked the smooth flavor of the drink.

"So how is your life, Maré?" Sophie asked. "You were such a lover boy with the girls."

"Not bad; I cannot complain." I continued. "Actually, I thought of seeing this girl in Tribeca tonight, but she is too wild and crazy."

"People, who are crazy, can be fun as long as no laws get broken." Sammie winked.

"You're right; they can be so much fun." I winked back. "How's yours? Life and routine, I mean. You were of the type that doesn't have any problems getting a date."

"Umm, things go lousy for me." Sammie spoke, smacking her lips. "I want sex and I'm not getting any. It's so frustrating!"

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