She wanted an escape. A tiny, no-big-deal get away that would let her unwind, recharge, and indulge in the fantasies that her husband simply could not help with. Daniel was a nice man--a kind man--but he was no lover; he was too old now, too far gone in his work anymore for her cravings to be satiated.
She’d gotten the idea from a girlfriend of hers who’d done it the year before: put an ad out on Craigslist, offering sex in exchange for a place to stay, somewhere far enough where word couldn’t travel back to the ears of her beloved husband. She had, of course, attracted a few men who jumped at the chance, but their appearance and their homes were far from suitable. No, the no-big-deal sort of vacation Christina wanted entailed a far more luxurious place to stay, and a much more endowed stranger to spend her time with. Nothing less for the little trophy wife.
So, when Adam answered her call, it was an exciting blessing.
He had a private car pick her up from the airport, and the entire time that the wheels turned ever closer to the large apartment building, her heart raced. She checked his email over and over as her body settled into the cushion of the backseat, glazing over his photo with a mouth full of saliva, anxious already to let him fill her however he wanted. He was the perfect specimen for this venture. A tall, dark, and handsome man who could drop hundreds like it were pocket change. She couldn’t have picked a better candidate if she tried.
The hour or two it took to get to Times Square flew by, but the few minutes it took for her to make it up to his apartment felt like ages to a woman whose lust knew absolutely no bounds. Sure, she was a bit tired from the flight, the car ride, but it was her appetite to taste this devilish creature one way or another that made time suddenly crawl.
When she got to his door, she made sure she looked presentable--every hair in place, her hands roaming to brush her skirt straight--before finally taking a breath and knocking.
