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One day Y/N was very upset with her life. She was so depressed that she decided to take her life. On deciding so, she thought to jump down the bridge into the sea. Just when she was about to jump, someone pulled her back. In the darkness of the silent night also she could see his beautiful face. His deep eyes had a strange spark, which was hard to miss even in the dark. He held her arm and pulled her away from the bridge.
Pulling her to the street he showed her people who had no place to live, no food to eat and yet was surviving in the hard way. She realized her mistake and asked him to forgive her.
“I am sorry I was so blind.”
But he just left. Next morning Y/N visited the bridge to find the man who had saved her from suicide.
He was nowhere to be found. After repeated visiting during the day, she decided to visit the place at the night. That night she found him sitting on the bench near the street lamp at the bridge.
“I know you have been searching for me,” he calmly said.
“If you knew it, why you didn’t turn up all these days?” she asked him.
“I didn’t want to give you another reason for a suicide.”
Y/N laughed listening this and said, “I have learned my lesson and I would never take my life again.”
Days passed and they became good friends. She took pictures with him to keep it as remembrance. One day Y/N proposed him telling that she has fallen in love with him. He got nervous and left without a word. She waited days after that but got no news from him. She didn’t know where he lived. Had no idea where he worked. All she knew was he would appear at the bridge someday.
Years passed and one day Y/N thought of looking at the pictures of him and her once taken years back. She was shocked to see that the picture didn’t have his face but only hers. She checked all the pictures and none had his face.
They were blank. She was bewildered and started enquiring madly about him with just his name and family name. Dean Winchester. No one knew him until the policeman at the nearby station, Victor Henriksen informed her that Dean was long dead. He had jumped off the same bridge several years before meeting her.
This was the same bridge where she had attempted suicide that night. She was shocked and broken. She thought of taking her life but she remembered him say that he wouldn’t want to be the reason for her suicide.
My friend and I pulled up at valet parking in the front of the Hotel Plaza in New York. It was a warm spring evening and the sun had just begun to set behind the mountains. The air smelled fresh and clean, an anomaly for the strip I thought. I smiled to myself when I noticed the valet sneaking a peek at my legs when I extended them and stepped out of Mia’s car. Maybe this would be a good night after all.
She smiled radiantly at me as I watched her walk around her car while hearing to her high heels click on the ceramic pavers as she joined me.
“Don’t worry,” she said, as she adjusted her short, red halter, cocktail dress, “I promise you’ll have a good time tonight.”
I forced the best smile I could, all the while thinking that I should be back at my apartment finishing my finance paper, or at the very least, studying for midterm exams which were next week. Instead of using the weekend to focus on academics, I had instead chose to max out my credit cards on a sleeveless, black lace, cocktail dress and black, Prada pumps, because I didn't have any formal clothes that I could wear to an event like this.
For the better part of a year, Mia had been trying to convince me to accompany her to these black-tie charity fundraisers that were held twice a year at the Plaza. It always surprised me that she got invitations through her work, because these events were fairly exclusive. I had spent the last several months listening to her rave about the last one she had attended, and she finally wore me down and I agreed to go with her.
Mia grabbed my hand and pulled me into the casino which temporarily put my academic concerns and financial woes out of my mind. While walking through the main casino floor, I was immediately mesmerized by the myriad of flashing lights and sounds of the slot machines. I could feel the energy in the room as the various gamblers tried their luck at the blackjack and craps tables.
Tonight seemed different though, maybe it was just me, but was everyone looking at us as we walked through the room? The hungry eyes on us reminded me how much I loved dressing up and showing off a bit.
We arrived at the door and Mia gave her invitations to the door man and we walked into the vast ballroom. I was shocked to see a full orchestra playing a catchy tune from the… I don’t know… 1950’s maybe? I had always loved jazz music so maybe this evening wouldn't be too bad after all. If nothing else, it was going to be different than the dance clubs on the strip that I usually frequented.
“Get some drinks and I’ll find a table,” Mia said.
Walking to the bar, I admired the extravagantly decorated room and I couldn't help but think that someone really went all out. Crystal chandeliers, crown molding, enormous flower arrangements on every table, beautiful silver flatware, and opulent white linen tablecloths. I started to feel a bit under-dressed for the occasion.
“Two Bourbon’s please,” I said, smiling sweetly at the bartender.
He instantly turned around and began pouring the drinks. I nonchalantly slid my fake I.D. back in my purse, happy he didn't question my age.
While waiting for the drinks, I scanned the room again, admiring the beautiful dresses that some of the women were wearing and noticed that more of the older women chose longer, more formal evening gowns, while women my age opted for the shorter cocktail dress. It must be a generational thing. However, I loved how their more formal attire added to the feeling of the exclusivity of the event. It was fun to pretend I was royalty, or maybe a Hollywood starlet, if only for the evening.
I was suddenly snapped out of my daze by a short, chubby, balding man who seemed to almost miraculously appear in front of me.
“I’m not Fred Flintstone, but I can make your bed rock!” he exclaimed proudly.
My jaw dropped. Did he really just say that? I wasn’t sure if I was more embarrassed for myself or for him. I tried to move my lips to form some sort of retort, but no words came out.
He broke my stunned silence by saying, “Do you work for UPS? I could have sworn I saw you checking out my package.”
I could feel myself going from shocked, to embarrassed and then to mad.
I started to say something clever like, “Did you come here with friends or are you the only thirty-five year old virgin here tonight,” when I felt a hand rest on the small of my back.
I turned and looked into the darkest brown eyes I had ever seen.
“Are our drinks ready yet honey?” he asked smoothly, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.
My knees instantly went weak.
I barely noticed Mr. Cheesy-Pick-Up-Line’s look of disappointment as he skulked away.
My rescuer looked perplexed by my choice of cocktails as he slid his credit card to the bar tender.
“It’s Bourbon,” I replied, answering his unasked question, “and thank you,” I added.
He smiled softly at me.
“You looked like you could use the help.”
I returned his smile, peering again into those dark brown eyes. The nice brown hair gave his age away. Maybe 45 I thought to myself. He was wearing a black tailored suit that fit him impeccably. And he was short. He had a ruggedly handsome face.
“I’m Crowley, darling,” he said, as the bartender slid his credit card back to him, “and my fee for one rescue is a dance.”
I smiled warmly at him and took his extended hand. He led me to the dance floor and almost effortlessly, I found myself securely in his arms.
For the first time in my life I was happy that my parents had forced me to take ballroom dance lessons during my junior year of high school, a month before my oldest brother’s wedding.
In the clubs that I frequented, the dancing was more of a bump and grind, pre-mating ritual, but this was formal and elegant, and he danced magnificently.
I told him that my name is Caroline and I am a sophomore at UNLV working towards my accounting degree. We also discovered that we were from the same part of Southern California.
I told him that I had moved to New York to go to college and get away from my parents (a much longer and messy story) and he told me he was in town checking up on his businesses. As we learned more about each other, he told me that he owned about thirty restaurants in the Los Angeles and New York areas and he was in town frequently to “put out fires,” as he described it.
When the orchestra ended the song, he asked me back to his table so we could finish our drinks. I knew I should decline, but he intrigued me. I was struggling to put my finger on it, but couldn’t. I felt drawn to him and didn't know why.
Seeing that Mia was deep in conversation with a handsome man, who appeared to be about our age, I accepted his offer.
I felt his eyes on me as I walked in front of him to his table, and for the first time since we had arrived, I felt self-conscious. I was used to wearing revealing club attire; short, low cut dresses and skirts that showed acres of skin and put a lot on display. However, in this haughty environment, my little black dress definitely had me out of my comfort zone, especially when the older women had chosen more formal evening wear. Regardless, I didn't want to appear uncomfortable, especially to him.
When we got to his table he smiled and told me not to go anywhere. I watched him walk across the room towards the bar to get fresh drinks. He moved effortlessly, confidently liked he owned the room.
We spent the next several hours talking, dancing, and drinking. I loved his business background, and all the theories I was learning in my classes, he was putting into practice in his restaurants. We talked about management concepts, marketing schemes, and tax dodges. Not exactly topics reminiscent of sexual foreplay, but I found him enthralling. He seemed to know a little about everything and he talked to me like an adult, something that very few people in my nineteen years had done. Being around him was intoxicating and I stopped listening to that little voice that had told me to be careful.
It was a little past midnight. About an hour earlier, Mia had grudgingly gone home. I reassured her repeatedly that I was all right, and she knew I could take care of myself. Crowley made me feel comfortable and at ease. In truth, I just didn't want this perfect evening to end.
The dance floor was packed and the drinks continued to flow and I felt wired. The drinking and dancing were having an effect on me. I wasn't sure what got my heart racing faster, his hand on my thigh as we talked, or the scent of his cologne as we danced. I was mesmerized by him and when he asked me to join him in his suite, I just couldn't find a way to tell him no.
While we rode up the elevator to the top floor of the Plaza, I thought I was going to lose my balance because of my knees knocking together. Exhilaration and trepidation, those were the two main themes of the evening.
I had never done this type of thing before, not with a man anyway. Jump into bed with a guy after only knowing him for a couple of hours? That wasn't me. When I chose to be intimate with a guy, he was always my boyfriend and I made him work for it and put in the time. This just wasn't me. And what about his age? God, I can’t even start to think about that. But it’s happening...
He used his key card to unlock the door to his suite. He held the door open for me and I stepped inside. The great room was large and expansive and it appeared to be bigger than the entire apartment that I shared with my roommate. The suite was elegantly appointed in a New York theme, and the Empire State Building and the millions of lights on the New York streets lit up the room. While I was enjoying the stunning view outside our window, I felt him move behind me.
I turned to face him and his lips instantly fused with mine. We kissed passionately as we stumbled further into the suite, not breaking apart until we were beside the enormous king size bed in the master bedroom. While we continued to kiss, I felt his fingers move lower down my stomach, while his other hand unzipped my dress.
I felt flushed, a combination of his hands exploring my body and the alcohol that I had consumed earlier. My dress was incredibly tight, and even after he had it unzipped, it still clung to my body. He continued to kiss my neck roughly as he slid the dress down and off of me. Shivers went through my body as he kissed my shoulders while simultaneously unclasping and removing my bra exposing my breasts.
Crowley immediately attached his mouth to one of my hard pink nipples and instantly started gently biting and sucking before licking around my breast and moving to the other side. I threw my head back and moaned and gasped, as he worked my nipples, massaging one while busily lapping at the other.
While he continued to play with my breasts, I began to unbuttoning his shirt, which stopped his ministrations to my nipples so I could get rid of his unwanted article of clothing. Once I had his shirt on the floor, I moved to his pants, tugging at his belt buckle and zipper. Before I knew it, I added Crowley’s pants and boxers to the growing pile of clothes on the floor between us.
He broke our passionate kiss, and we paused for a moment to look into each other's eyes. Getting caught up in the hedonistic moment, I got down on my knees in front of him.
I paused for a few seconds to marvel at his cock, which I had to admit was a magnificent specimen. It was long and fat, and I scooted just a bit closer so I could take it in my mouth. I gently gripped the shaft and ran my tongue over the large purple head, tasting the precum that had formed on the slit. I licked up and down his shaft several times, coating his cock with my saliva. I looked up and Crowley’s eyes were closed and low groans were escaping his mouth. Smiling, I took the head into my mouth and started sucking on it, moving it slowly in and out, teasing him. He continued to groan and writhe as I took more of him into my mouth until I had most of him in my throat. I looked up again and his eyes rolled back as I started to move my head faster. I was able to relax my throat which allowed me to take him all the way down to the root.
After several minutes, he was grunting loudly and began to thrust himself in and out of my mouth. At that point, I remained motionless which allowed him to control the pace. I kept my lips sealed tight around his cock while his hips continued to thrust back and forth rapidly. I could taste his pre-cum in my mouth, which got me even more aroused.
I felt his body start to tense and his breathing change. For a moment I thought he was going to cum in my mouth until he took a step back which caused his cock to slip from between my lips. I watched as he took a few deep breaths and regained control of himself which postponed his impending orgasm.
I looked up, our eyes momentarily meeting and we exchanged a brief smile. Wordlessly, he helped me up off my knees and then playfully pushed me back onto the bed. In an instant, he was on top of me and kissing me passionately and I felt his hard cock press against the inside of my thigh. He trailed kisses down my body until he reached my thong, which was now soaked completely through. I felt him slip his fingers under the material and slide it to the side. I opened my legs wide giving him better access and watched as he lowered his eyes, looking hungrily at my pussy.
“My God, you’re so wet Kitten,” he said, as his eyes traveled over my body.
I felt my wetness seeping out of my vagina and running down the inside of my thighs. Giving blow jobs always got me hot and tonight was no exception. He slid his fingers underneath the thin material of my thong and peeled it off.
Teasing me, he ignored my glistening pussy and kissed and licked my inner thigh, then I felt his mouth travel to the other side where he licked and gently bit the inside of my other inner thigh inching closer to my pussy.
By this time, I was moaning and bucking my hips. I could no longer stand any more of his teasing and I grabbed his face and moved him so that his mouth was in line with my pussy. Apparently, that was all the prodding he needed, as he immediately started sucking on my clit and running his tongue up and down my wet slit. Gasping, I looked down as he extended his tongue and pushed it deep inside of me.
“Crowley aaah please,” I moaned.
I felt him put his hands on my ass cheeks, which he massaged roughly while keeping his tongue buried in my wet sex. The intense pleasure he was giving me with his mouth made me feel like I was slipping in and out of consciousness and I could hear the slurping sounds emanating from between my legs. My hips were bucking wildly as I ground my pussy roughly into his face. I shook and shuddered and experienced my first, of what would end up being many, orgasms of the evening.
He let me recover by licking the wetness from the inside of my thighs and thankfully his mouth stayed away from my sensitive clit for a minute or so. Once he saw that I had recovered and my faculties had returned, he began to lick up and down my slit again. This time, he put two fingers inside of me and curled them upwards, while working his tongue over my clit hard and fast. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire. I was beginning to appreciate his talented tongue and he drove me to two more orgasms before I pushed him away.
While I was coming down and trying to regain my senses, I watched him climb up over me and capture my lips with his. His face was shiny with my juices, and as his tongue plunged into my mouth, I could taste my pussy during our very erotic kiss. While his tongue was exploring my mouth, I felt his thick erection press against the inside of my thigh and I suddenly realized that he hadn't come yet.
While continuing to kiss me, he took his shaft in his hand and I felt him run the bulbous head up and down my lips and over my wet slit. He then positioned himself right above my opening and slipped the head inside and then powerfully pushed forward, instantly opening and filling me. I pulled my mouth away from his gasping and moaning in pleasure. Almost instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started to slowly thrust in and out of me.
He began to move inside of me with a slow and steady pace of long even strokes. He then moved forward and I felt his weight on top of me sensually crushing my breasts against his chest. I moved my hips up to meet his thrusts and felt another orgasm rock my body. Seeing my release, he began pumping furiously into me. As he quickened the pace, I began to thrust my hips up hard against him. Both of us were grunting and sweating profusely as he fucked me hard and fast on that big bed. I started screaming as another powerful orgasm overtook me and my body shook almost uncontrollably as Crowley continued his powerful thrusts.
After I had come down from the peak, I could tell by his breathing he was close to orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out of me.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.
Without thinking, I quickly complied and turned over burying my head into a pillow and raising my ass into the air presenting myself to him. I felt him slide up behind me and position himself. I was so wet from my orgasms that his cock slid easily back inside of me. Once again, he started with long smooth strokes. I heard him moan as I tightened my muscles, squeezing his cock inside of me.
This spurred him on and he once again picked up the pace, his thick cock pistoning in and out of me roughly. I felt his breathing start to change and his body tensed up and I knew he was again close to orgasm. I reached up between my legs and rubbed my clit which instantly sent me over the edge. Simultaneously, I heard him grunt and let out a low moan as he came inside of me.
Exhausted, he collapsed on top of me and we rested for several moments until our breathing returned to normal and I felt his cock soften and then slip out of me as he moved to my side.
“I could use a shower, what about you darling?” he said, smiling at me.
“A shower sounds perfect” I said, while pulling up the sheet from the mangled bed, to cover myself up to my waist.
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