Sin City
Copyright© 2009 by Audrey Haber
Chapter 62
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 62 - A tale about Page 3 lifestyles and relationships set in Bombay, India, in the late Nineties.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Blackmail Cheating Cuckold Rough Torture Interracial White Male Slow
Merlyn loved San Francisco. She was surprised by how bright and fresh the city was. The way the streets sloped up to the clear blue sky, the cable cars with their quaint clanging bells, the pastel colours of the houses, the aromas, colours and sounds of the boardwalk and the oceanfront. She was also surprised by how many Asians and people of mixed origin there were until Steven told her that Frisco was only 55% white. No wonder it was one of America's most liberal-minded cities. It had to be, with such a varied racial mix.
Steven's work needed him to fly to LA for three days. She didn't mind. There was so much new to see. One night, she entered a lively bar near the Bay Bridge because it looked like it had a decent, mixed crowd. Only after she had been propositioned by three different women did it dawn on her that it was a lesbian-gay joint! She left quickly, catching a cab back to the hotel, where she exploded with laughter at her own naivete.
Steven returned from LA half a day earlier than expected.
After an excellent yet light lunch in an Italian bistro, they returned to the hotel, both visibly hungry for one another.
"A drink?" He headed for the bar.
"Whatever you're having."
He brought her a light, white wine that caressed her palette. He put on some music, jazz.
"If you'd like something more modern, I could change it." He sounded apologetic. "I'm sort of old-fashioned in my music tastes."
"No, please keep it on. I love Chet Baker."
He looked pleased. "That's one of his best, I think. The way he sings and plays the jazz trumpet are amazing."
She nodded. "I love 'She was too good to me'. The original version, I mean. Before the 1950's when he started his heroin habit and had to keep dodging the police in America and Europe, playing anywhere and anything."
He looked impressed now. "That's coming up. You know, I would never have figured you for a jazz lover."
She got up and went over to him. They close-danced for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle music, the wafting waves of bluesy bebop, and each other's presence.
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