Manhattan Man Hunt Pt 15 ~ A romance sex story from sex story sites.

Then she screeched as Tristan's cock reached critical mass and she imploded around it into a dissolving mass of jelly only held up by the rigidity of the rod hammering into her as if he was a human pile driver. Her pleasure ululated through her lips and across the park like an Arab soldier's war cry as Tristan gave a deep chested sigh of ejaculatory satisfaction.

A woman was a woman was a woman but a classy woman was an act worth following. A lawyer, a top courtroom lawyer, for God's sake. Back home Anita would be a barrister with a wig and a gown, maybe even a QC, a Queen's Counsellor. Imagine the chances of screwing a sexy looking QC in a London park! It was about as likely as getting to play for Manchester United. How the hell could a man want to leave a marvellous madhouse like New York and go back to boring sanity?

Tristan looked down at the excellently contoured bottom still quivering at the end of his cock and gave the right buttock a friendly slap. His newly found and well learned friend giggled in her throat.

Unknown to both of them, they were part of a joined experience. A dozen paces away a man standing behind a bush and beside a tethered dalmation had been masturbating himself into his handkerchief as he listened to the sounds of the love making. When Anita and Tristan had finished, so had he. He dropped the handkerchief, untied his dog and quietly walked away until he'd gone far enough to feel safe in talking.

"Vicki, I'm going to call the manager of that goddamned hotel right now. He shouldn't be letting those dirty Britishers of his roam around in a park that's used by decent people."

Anita was curled up on top of the bench, her head in Tristan's lap, her body underneath the covering oilskin in a post coital glow that was like an unexpected re-run of a long gone but fondly remembered TV series.

"So I'm supposed to find a way of keeping you in the States, am I?"

"Oh, that's easily fixed. Just marry me."

Anita nearly fell off the bench, then realised he must be joking. "With the difference in our ages it would make more sense to adopt you."

"Whatever - as long as we're together. Why don't you let me move in with you for the rest of my ninety days on a no obligation try out and then I'll ask you again."

"Why would you want to marry an old hag like me?"

"For money. It's always been an overwhelming argument with my ethnic group. No Scotsman has ever willingly divorced himself from a regular supply of cash."

Anita moved her head and looked up at him quizically: "And what would you do with yourself if you could stay here - keep on walking dogs for obliging ladies?"

"No, no, I've a mind to get myself a leg up in the world. Twenty two legs if possible."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I've got qualifications from the Scottish Football Association as a coach and soccer seems to be catching on amongst women in the US as a sport. There's probably a ladies' soccer team somewhere in New York City looking for a fine upstanding coach to give them a hand."

Anita snorted with laughter: "Yes, and I can guess where they'd get the handling. And where would your wife be playing on the team?"

"You could be the goal keeper. You get to stop everything that the rest of the girls let through."

"Ha, what a great offer!"

"Eleven normal girls wouldn't tire me out as much as Toni would. There's a lady who's really eager to share out her beaver. And morally, she has first call on my services."

Anita's heart sank: "Yes, I guess she'd marry you even if you were having an affair with an entire soccer team on the side. So you'll be going back to her, I suppose, once she comes home?"

"I suppose I could, but I don't want to. I want to stay with you. You've got a fine sense of humor, Anita, and I think we've got things in common."

"Such as?"

Anita drew her legs up underneath the oilskin, away from the still falling raindrops, happily feeling like a little girl again in a contented and well protected world.

"For a start, to tell you the absolute truth, I don't like dogs much myself. I was only walking them to make a few dollars."