Pleasure: Twist

The Transporter

In this concrete jungle, I find myself surrounded by people as cold as the steel that lines my penthouse. I sit and drink alone, because that is what I am. Having enough money to buy a large island means nothing when you have no one to share it with.

I used to know love until it was taken from me too soon. I spent 7 years in love and bliss until one night, when my husband and I decided to celebrate our anniversary at a restaurant in the Lower East Side. We both had too much to drink, but I was being stubborn and wanted to drive home. I was so confident around him; my king, my alpha, my omega, my reason for every smile since I was 21. I gave our ticket to the valet and he drove my Benz to the red carpet upon which Jim, my husband, and I waited. We stumbled into the car laughing and giggling. Happy to celebrate another year.

"Sasha, are you sure you want to drive?" Jim said to me.

"Yes honey! It's a quick trip home. Close your eyes and when you open them we will be at the condo!" I exclaimed to him with such confidence.

That was the last time Jim's eyes were ever open again. I crashed the car on the freeway and I came out of the accident without a scratch, but Jim's soul expelled from his body when I wrapped our car around a light pole on the side of the highway. I haven't driven since.

It took me about three years to find the right one, but now I use a car service for my travels. I rather enjoy the consistency of a driver I can trust to cater to my every need. So I request Byrne every time and they keep him available for me.

Byrne and I have this untethered connection. I feel like I could share anything with him even though we rarely talk. His presence compliments mine so well. My authority and power doesn't intimidate him or make him falter like most men. It causes him to stand even prouder, with his breast poked out as he escorts me around.

Did I mention that he is handsome? His olive green eyes transition perfectly into his olive skin tone. His hair is that of a European model. His ears are so cute and little. His voice is deep enough to stimulate you, but loud enough to hear. His smile can be summed up in one word; Contagious. He is tall, not tall enough to be a skyscraper but the right height to make you feel safe around him. That and the fact that he is muscular. I can see his muscles bulging through his suit jacket. He is well educated, but still discovering himself; just as all 23 year olds are.

This morning, Byrne and I are heading to Queens. I have a meeting and I want to ride by some properties before lunch. During the ride to Queens, I stirred up a conversation with Byrne as I usually do, but something told me to reward him.

"Byrne what are you doing this evening?"

"I have no plans after work today. Why do you ask ma'am? I mean Sasha."

"Well then how about I send my masseuse to your house. You've been working so hard for me you deserve a good rub down."

"I don't think my place will be appropriate for your masseuse ma'am. It's a little on the messy side."

"Well I insist! If not at your apartment then how about my condo?"

"Well a..."

"I won't take no for an answer. Bring a change of clothes. How does 7:30 sound? We will even have dinner afterwards."

Byrne was at a loss for words. I could see his grin through the rear view mirror. He put his attention back on the road and I tried to distract myself from thinking about him.

07:03 pm - *phone rings* I answer

"Hello"

"Mrs. Lorenz, your driver is here. Are you ready to come down?" Asked the concierge.

"No no, please send him up George. Thank you."

I walked into my living room where the elevator stood, cold and broad, waiting for Byrne to come through the doors. I could feel a warmth coming from the cold metal doors as he walked out of the elevator and into my condo. His presence was so powerful and with each step he took closer to me, my body started to warm up as well.

The intensity of those olive green eyes and the pure youth of his smile drove me wild at this moment, more than ever before. Here I stood, a successful and powerful woman, feeling like a school girl on her first date. I haven't dated in so long. I don't even know if this is considered a date.

He walked up to me and gave me a big hug and said: "Hello" in his deep voice. The hairs on my neck rose!

"I'm so glad you made it! Come with me. I have Patricia in the next room. She's the best!" I told him as I grabbed his strong, yet soft hands and guided him to the masseuse.

I left him with Patricia for an hour while I checked on the chef and dining arrangements.

When Patricia walked out of the room, she let me know how much he enjoyed his massage. I asked her about how his body felt. She described him as firm in the right places and flexible. I felt my panties moistening up. I push my hair behind my ear gently and replied.

"Did he fall asleep?"

"Yes ma'am. He is up now drinking some water and getting dressed." Patricia said with a big smile on her face.

I signaled to the chef to prepare some wine. As i sat by the piano to drink, Byrne appeared in the room with a look of immense joy. His energy was more grand and vibrant.

"Do you play?" I asked Byrne as I headed to the bench.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Byrne said smirking.

"Perfect, have a seat! Lets see how you do with this one." I said with the hugest grin on my face.

As Byrne sat down, the chef arrived with a glass of wine for him.

I began to play and Byrne followed up. his key work was incredible. he touched every key so purposeful. He didn't just press the keys, instead, he touched each key to form an expression of beauty and art. This man is beautiful inside and out. I can see his muscles and firm chest outlined in his red sweater. He doesn't even need to read the sheets of music to keep up.A heavenly aroma filled the air as we continued to play and laugh. Dinner was ready to be served and so was I.

Byrne and I got much more familiar during dinner and became quite open.with each other. Deep thoughts and deeper stories filled the air as we indulged in the meal and each others minds.

We made our way to the balcony after dinner and were on our third bottle of wine. Every glass brought us closer and closer together. The staff let us know that they were leaving for the night and swiftly vanished into the night. As the night became chilly, we made our way to the fireplace in my library. We sat there for what felt like hours just talking and learning each others minds and generating electricity.

The longer we continued to talk the hotter it got in the library. It felt like the tension was manifesting into physical heat. I was ready to pounce on him but I was trying to control myself. I looked at him with my cat eyes as if I had my eye on a laser I was ready to chase. We exchanged gentle touches on each others bodies. 

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