The sunset shone brilliantly in the clear sky, bringing a little darkness to New York City. I was riding a Citi Bike along the West Side Highway, taking in the view of the Hudson River and enjoying the cool breeze that blew my face. Riding beside me on a Citi Bike too was my date, Emily Ratajkowski. We met online and instantly hit it off.
Emily was a tall UK model with a small waist and a nice set of perky tits. I loved her curvy body and the big round ass. The red dress she wore, accentuated her curves precisely. Emily's long black hair cascaded over her shoulders and around her pretty face. I enjoyed staring at her big stunning brown eyes and full lips.
"Emily, this was a great idea to go on bike riding." I said. "I love every second of it. Last time I rode a bike was when I was 19. Some crook stole that piece. So I started driving cars because it's better than the MTA."
"Wow, somebody stole your bike too." Emily was shocked. "It happened to me, but I got it back three days later. Thank God! I enjoy riding bikes in the city. Once I rode a great bike, I could not imagine living without one. You took some amazing photos of me on this bike with your smartphone."
"The pictures we took around Manhattan need to be posted on our Instagram and tumblr." I boasted. "And baby! Our friends and followers are gonna love them."
That moment, two Caucasian cyclists in black spandex raced past us. The way the cyclists sped up the bike path I immediately thought of disgraced former professional road racing cyclist Lance Armstrong and Eddy Merckx.
"You can always expect some cyclists in spandex pretending this bike path is the Tour de France." I jested. "There is no gold medal waiting for them!"
Emily laughed. "You're right! They are crazy. That is the New York City for you. Everyone's in a rush!"
"Absolutely," I agreed. "I like moving at a fast pace too, and I hate slow-ass pedestrians stopping in front of me. They make me want to FUCK them UP!"
"I recently moved in that glass condominium building on 165 Charles Street." I told her. "I always wanted a place with some rejuvenating view of Hudson River."
"That is a nice building, yeah." Emily continued. "I loved the sleek glass and metal exterior, and I can picture you walking around naked on the top floor."
I chuckled. "You're right, baby girl! I am gonna invite you to my apartment soon so we can have a naked picnic."
We both shared a big laugh.
Returning the bikes at the 59th Street & 11 Ave. bike station in front of the John Jay College of Criminal Justice, we began walking up the street arm in arm. The air was thick with an erotic flare. We would do wild things like pulling each other into the shadows of a building to kiss and proceed with touch-on games. Obviously, we were really into each other.
"This eve was fun." Emily commented. "Our date wasn't one dull moment."
"Yes, we had good time." I expressed. "Riding bikes, eating Mexican food, and watching some flick. I really enjoyed a lot!"
"Hmm ... I really enjoyed the movie."
"Yes, Gravity was a great one," I acknowledged. "I normally don't watch space movies, but this one got some impressive special effects. Sandra Bullock and George Clooney have a nice chemistry onscreen. Have you ever thought of going into the space?"
"Oh yes, I'd love to go." Emily answered smilingly. "I longed to roam in the space when I was a little girl. It would be a thrill! I've been on several dates, but with you, it's special."
"True," I said, giving her a nod. "I was about to give up online dating but then I met someone as hot as you are."
"Wow, that's how I feel. I'm happy to meet you."
We stopped in front of her Upper West Side all-limestone high-rise and shared a light kiss. Even though I longed to make it passionate but it felt pleasantly teasing. Emily was such an amazing kisser. She had perhaps the best lips I ever kissed.
"Good night! I'll call you." I said as I was about to walk off.
"Wait..." She said as she grabbed my arm. "I never do this normally but I do want you to stay with me a little longer."
"Are you sure?"
We went upstairs to her fifth floor apartment. Emily's charcoal colored living room was huge with an incredible view of Central Park. She also had an impressive art collection that hung on the walls. I instantly recognized her self-portrait, which was the biggest painting. One thing we did have in common was our love for art.
"Let's take a shower together." Emily suggested. "I want my body to be fresh and smooth for you!"
"Cool!" I answered with a broad grin.
We walked to the bathroom and Emily turned on the shower. I could not wait to get out of my sweaty clothes. Undressing, I stared at Emily stripping down. She had a suggestive smile on her beautiful face. Staring at the fancied expression on my face, she laughed.
"You looked funny." Emily replied, removing her bra. "I had that rush to get home and finally take off my bra."
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