Manhattan Man Hunt Pt 3 ~ A romance sex story from sex story sites.

Anita chuckled, trying to keep from spilling the water bowl. Tristan carefully took it from her hands and put it down on the floor. "There, that should keep Beech happy for a while. Will it be OK if I come around at the same time tomorrow to walk him - or would another time suit better?"

"Oh - I guess this time of day would be fine. Would you like a cup of coffee, Tristan?"

"I'd love one, if it's no trouble."

"No trouble at all. Go through and take a seat in the lounge."

"The kitchen might be better, my shoes are a little dirty. Can I sit in here."

"Surely. Yorstan - I don't think I've heard that name before either."

"It's probably Norwegian. The Vikings owned the Orkneys until the fifteenth century. I suppose they must have been very desirable properties when the Gulf Stream was warmer than it is now. There are monuments on the islands that were already old when the pyramids were being built in Egypt."

Vikings! Anita had a sudden picture flash across her mind, an image of Tristan in chain mail and a sword in his hand, blood stained and triumphant in battle, seeking the traditional Viking booty of pillage and rape - the cup on the saucer in her hand rattled and she stared at it in disbelief.

'Get a grip on yourself, girl! This isn't happening and you're not going weak at the knees just because of some Scots hobo who happens to walk some stupid dog.'

"That's interesting. So how long have you been in New York?"

"Only a month. I was working as a crewman on a ferry boat between Stromness and the Scottish mainland but the company went broke. There wasn't much else in the way of jobs around and I'd been talking to a guy on the internet for a while who lived in New York. He said if I ever wanted to come over for a holiday I could stay at his place. So when I came to work one day and there was no job anymore I decided I'd come over and take a look at the big apple and see what it was like. A kind of a holiday before I went into serious job hunting mode."

Anita switched on the coffee maker and leaned forward on the kitchen counter. "So how come you're walking Toni's dog?"

"Ah, I'd have to be explaining that when I got here it turned out to terrible timing. The guy who'd invited me over happened to have a new girl friend move in with him almost the very day I arrived on his doorstep, which was not a convenient situation for anybody you'll be understanding, with him living in such a small apartment. The girl herself was very nice about it and asked me to stay on for a while, but it wouldn't answer. So I had a scout around with my guide book and managed to rent a room down in alphabet city on the Lower East Side. But what with having to pay rent and with all the attractions here in Manhattan I was soon running out of money and needed to find work. Except that being only a visitor I wasn't supposed to be working. It was a real puzzle, especially being so new in such a big place and wandering around as lost as Crocodile Dundee ever was."

"Oh, I see. Sit down, sit down."

Anita could have sworn she heard the antique chair groan underneath his weight as Tristan settled on it and leaned forward to scratch Beech's head. The dog whined with pleasure: it occurred to Anita that she might well do the same herself if given the same treatment.

"So what happened?"

"Well, I saw all these people walking their dogs and I remembered I'd heard once of people who were paid to walk pets for owners who were too busy to do it themselves. So I thought that maybe I could get a few dollars together in that way without the immigration people being any the wiser. I had some cards printed saying what a fine dog walker I was. Not having a telephone number I put my Hotmail e-mail address on them - and I bought myself a cap."

Tristan smiled and pulled out a knitted GI cap from his pocket: "Being that this is New York, I thought that if I had something on my head I could take it off as a sign of respect when I stepped up with a card and that it would show people that I meant them no harm - especially all those fine looking ladies like yourself."

'I'm a career advocate, you big handsome lug, and flattery is going to get you absolutely nowhere - except into my pants.'

"So what happened when you handed out the cards?"

"Oh, I was very nervous. I tried a couple of men and they seemed not so happy about the idea at all but the ladies were wonderful. Every single one of them smiled at me, would you believe?"

'Oh, I believe, I believe. The big dumb bastard is wandering around in a city full of women who'd kill to get their hands on a guy like this and he doesn't even realise he's raw meat in the jungle.'