Manhattan Man Hunt Pt 5 ~ A romance sex story from sex story sites.

"No, no, you're not weird. Toni told me about you - a hotshot lawyer she says. As smart as they come. Which means that you've probably got a whole lot of work to do and I'm keeping you from it while I'm sitting here yarning away. I'd better slip the field and I'll come back tomorrow night."

"OK, fine, I'll see you then, Tristan. And it's been fun talking to you."

'What's the matter with you, you mad bitch? Standing here gabbing away like a Sunday School teacher! Grab his cock and haul him into the bedroom before he gets away!'

Every movement she made seemed awkward as she opened the door for him. She'd dried up completely, something which hadn't happened since the first time she'd stood up in front of a judge.

'Say something, you idiot woman, no matter how stupid.'

"I'm sorry you're having so much trouble with the roaches. Maybe putting down lot of baits would help."

"It's not worth making too much fuss about. I'm only allowed to stay in the States for ninety days and I've used up quite a few of those already. But I'll be checking my suitcase carefully when I go home, just to make sure I've got no stowaways. Good night, Anita, and thank you for the coffee."

"You're welcome."

"Oh, and there was me almost forgetting. Toni said to tell you she'd be on the way to the airport by now but she's sent you an e-mail you should read as soon as you can."

"OK, thanks, I'll check it out later."

He was gone and she was staring at her reflection in the hallway mirror and wishing she hadn't been wearing her oldest pair of corduroy slacks and a blue sweater which looked as if it belonged in a welfare donation bin. As for that fat ass - well, maybe she should quit doing so much riding.

'God, I used to worry about looking like my mother but it's worse than that - I'm starting to look like my high school principal. A huge nose, those two beady eyes, this ridiculous hair parting that goes down over my forehead at forty five degrees - I look like a bald eagle wearing an oversize toupee!'

A face crumpled up into long lines of permanent sadness peered around the kitchen door and whined at her.

"Yeah, buddy, I know just how you feel. And you don't even have to get up in the morning. In the meantime I think we'd better find out what our mutual friend Toni is up to."

She went into her study, switched on the Dell and logged on. Yep, there is was with "Walking the dog" in the subject heading:

"Anita, hi,

I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest with you. I'm not going to Europe but back to Oklahoma to visit my folks. Pop's not too well at all and I've been telling the family I'd come back for a visit as soon as I could. Now the legal side of the divorce is all settled I guess this has to be the time.

I would have told you this before but it would have been really hard to explain the situation until you'd met Tristan. Now I don't know how you've reacted to him but when he came up to me in the street I felt like dragging him unto the nearest doorway. But in the end I did a lot better by getting him into my apartment as often as I could and once I'd shown him I needed exercising as badly as Beech does he went to it like gangbusters. We are talking serious sexual aerobics here - the first time was on top of the freezer box and I nearly defrosted a month's supplies of groceries on the spot. Honey, this guy is guaranteed road tested and I'll swear that I've never found anybody like him for laying down rubber on the old pink highway.