The Window at the End of the Hall

There’s a window at the end of the hall on the 46th floor of her building. 

It’s a quiet corner with a view of hidden rooftop gardens and ancient water towers. I can see birds flying below me, the Hudson River flowing in the distance, and on occasion, I catch a glimpse of human life in another building as tall and still as hers. 

“Can we move there?” she asked as I pressed my body against hers. She pointed to a cabin nestled amongst tall swaying strands of bamboo. It sat on a far off  roof as out of place as we were, and it looked like everything she could ever want.

My hands moved up beneath her dress to find she was naked beneath it, and she sighed as my fingers touched her skin. 

“I could write in the garden as you paint the skyline from our bedroom. We could eat breakfast as we watched the flowers come up in spring and we could still order in every single meal.”

She pressed back against me as my fingers opened her, and I was hard against her ass as we whispered back and forth. She moaned when she felt my cock between her thighs and she pushed against me, rubbing her skin against mine. 

“We could raise children who could name trees and ride the subway with equal skill.”

I groaned as I slid into her and she leaned over further allowing me to thrust deeply inside her. 

“We could watch stars and people through a telescope, and I could sleep in a hammock when it’s too hot outside to move. We could fuck in the open air.”

A few snow flurries were falling outside as our bodies rocked slowly together, and we each got lost in our own fantasies as we fucked there at the end of the long hall on the 46th floor.  We moaned louder and breathed quicker with each thrust, and within minutes I was coming inside her and she was pressing her hands against the cold glass as she trembled and shook. 

“I didn’t expect to come that quickly,” I said as I zipped up my jeans and kissed the back of her head.

“We always come when we fantasize about domestic bliss.”

“Nothing like a hot apartment to drive us wild.”

“Well, also the fucking.”

“Yeah, I like that part too.”

Guy New York



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