Free Games with Friends by Stal Lionne Page B

the small shaved part of her perfect V so that the warmth of his fingers transferred to her skin and then made its way onto her, which turned on her moisture and opened her up enough to be ready for his entrance.
    After a few times though, and after a few dinners, there was no slow taking off of clothes, no touching before entering, only waiting for the first hint of wetness before he did his business and rolled over to start thinking about what was next for him in the day.
    Rather than go back to her desk, she went out to Madison Avenue and walked to Madison Square park enjoying the stimulation she received from the back and forth with Dominic’s game.
    She smiled and looked around at the others wh o seemed so free at the moment while lying on the lawn. A few women brushed back the hair of men lying in their laps.
    Amabel thought of what it might have been like to have Dominic out there – how he would find out that she wasn’t wearing any panties when he moved his head just right and rubbed against her while she looked up into the sun.
    Her mobile buzzed again, a new word from Dominic:
    Rules
    She played the word:
    No
    This time, a text came instead of a new word:
    I don’ t have the letters to say what I feel, but if you want to stop with the games, meet me at room 408 in the Chelsea Hotel.
    She didn’t need to think about it and was sick of looking at screens. Amabel moved quickly out of the park, the tops of her thighs providing her own foreplay as she walked out down 23 rd Street past all the people carrying their lunches back to their desks.
    Amabel picked up her pace crossing 7 th Avenue. The sign for the Chelsea Hotel was a half a block away and looked like a dream inviting her to take a break from computers and lose herself in one of the last vintage establishments left in the city of New York. The feel and weight of the maroon paint on the walls and the black sign with white letters standing in front of those old balconies eased the stress in her neck. The closer she got, the more she felt the muscles in her thighs relaxing. Her entire body was starting to open, as if the hotel was providing a strong grip around her waist, pulling her into a midday adventure.
    Finally at the entrance, even the people hanging outside looked like they belonged to an old New York that had been swept away in the name of family tourism. It was all so authentic, real and thick in detail.
    She sauntered up to the desk clerk, who was actually wearing a suit and tie, something that was lost among the men in offices still thinking they were 19 years old.
    “I’m su pposed to meet someone in room 408,” she said, throwing her voice into a deep accent of an old spy making sure nobody noticed who she was. “Were you told?”
    He smiled like he was playing th e game, then slid her the key across the front desk. The sounds of the metal against the wood vibrated down her arm as she moved her hands to grab them, but she regained her composure and vanished into the old school elevator that she had to open and close by the steel gate.
    The only other time she’d been in the Chelsea Hotel was when she was in her living room as a 13 year old watching the Sid and Nancy and wishing someone would love her that much but not hurt her as much. For now, she’d settle for the continuing excitement she felt between her legs since the first minute Dominic started up their game.
    As she got off on the 4th floor, the shadow from the old hotel sign blanketed the floor enough to cause a noir moment to fall across the path she needed to walk down to arrive at room 408. She walked down the red velvet lined halls and loved the way her heels felt sinking into the carpet just a bit until she found herself in front of room 408. Now some women might have had that moment when they thought to themselves – No, no this isn’t me. I better turn around and not risk work relationships . But Amabel Ignite wasn’t one of those kinds of women. She had been seeking