A story based on Can Yamans Turkish dizi.
Ozgur Atasoy.
Rich, handsome, Club/bar owner and DJ lives in an exclusive rooftop penthouse in Istanbul.
He's a Player.
A lover of beautiful things and he can't resist one night stands with beautiful women...
Ozgur driving me home, bare chested, is just about the funniest, most ridiculously sexy thing in the world. And he does it with such style, like its normal. No big deal. Gave a girl an orgasm in my car. Now I'm taking her home, half naked.
In between the thundery episodes, where he looks up at the sky, he looks across at me. I attempt to hide my burning cheeks behind my hand, but he leans his head forward to initiate eye contact and tries to pull my hand away to see my face. When he gets a firm enough grip, he brings it up to his mouth and kisses my knuckles.
The rain has eased up slightly, from a torrent to a flowing fall, but the sky continues to be angry and noisy as we pull in to the apartments underground garage.
Ozgur turns off the engine and for the first time tonight, the thick brickwork around us, muffles the sound of the rain and everything gets quieter. "Ahhh, yes. Let's just stay here for the night." Hiding out with him does seem tempting. He's turned the worst date ever, into a very memorable evening. "I need a shower and bed. Shall I send Tesla down to keep you company?" I pick up my dress and sandals and open the passenger door. "Wait, I'll help you and you forgot this." He's holding up my red lace strapless bra. I gasp, taking it from him, quickly, and fold it into my dress. He leans back in his seat and turns his head to look at me. "You okay? Show me your chin." I stop and give him a gentle smile and tilt of my head, before looking away. It's cute that he's worried about me. "I'm fine. A bit damp, that's all." "That's to be expected." I daren't look at his face, because I know it will be grinning, cheekily. His door opens, and then he's standing on my side, his hand opened, palm up, waiting for mine to slot into his.
When he pulls me up, and closes the car door, he looks down at my bare legs and feet, then leans down and before I know what's happening, he's picked me up and is carrying me to the lift. "Ozgur, I can walk. You don't have to carry me. " "Actually I do. The floor is cold and dirty. You'll have to do all the button pressing."
He holds me like I weigh nothing. There's no strain at all in his body. My hand is around his neck, resting on his shoulder. His very solid muscular shoulder. I look down at his domed pecs. So big. When the lift doors open he steps inside. "It's okay now. You can put me down." He lowers the arm that my knees were hanging over, but keeps the one behind my back, where it is. The doors close as I press our floor. I tug the hem of the black shirt and straighten the neckline. Ozgur takes a lock of my hair between his fingers. "Sooooo...You should have a hot shower...and a hot drink...and I think that you should do it in my apartment because... You know...." "Teslas fear of the thunder?" He puts his forehead on mine. "Yeah. Exactly." My hand runs down his cheek, smoothing his beard to release his fragrant cologne. Our heads bend sideways and our lips gravitate towards one another's until they finally touch. Something wonderful happens inside me when Ozgur kisses me. I can't explain it and I can't tell him. He's probably heard it all before anyway. He knows the effect he has on women.
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