The Love Of Money - Episode 68 - Storie by Shary Epic Reads

The Love Of Money - Episode 68
27-07-25 (07:07)

long time before I felt hers retract. She turned her head to the side, breaking the kiss and streaking her dark lipstick across both our faces. I used the opportunity to explore her jawline and the expanse of her neck, smearing some of her lipstick across her flesh. I nipped playfully and sucked my way across her smooth skin as she took long, gasping breaths and stroked her crotch against my thigh. I could feel warm dampness seeping through my pants where' she ground against me. I extracted my fingers from hers and dropped my arms to wrap them around her waist, pulling her into me as my teeth and lips continued their exploration. Her hands now free, she laid them on each side of my face and placed just enough pressure to get me to pull back so we could look at each other. Her glasses sat slightly crooked and whispy strands of dark brown hair had slipped free to hang around her. We both studied the other's faces, and I could see the look in her eyes. They shined with the same desire I felt. "Follow me, Mr. Upton," she whispered. "There's something I'd like to show you." She twisted free from my grasp and straightened her glasses before heading to the open doorway. I followed her. She hadn't let me down yet, so I trusted that she knew what she was doing. I let her lead me out of the bedroom, down the hall, and up the main flight of stairs. Since we passed the top balcony in the living room, I looked for Danielle but didn't see her. I did notice an entire other wing to the apartment opposite of me. I'd been too preoccupied to notice it my first time through. As I followed Erin onto the roof, thoughts of the extra wing evaporated. "Well? What do you think?" Erin asked. She looked up at me as we strode into a large garden atop the skyscraper. It was beautiful, with paths that wound out of sight through the thick, green foliage. Lattice work and trees lined them, making it feel like some secret sanctuary completely removed from the bustling metropolis of New York. All I could hear was a few birds whistling at each other and a light breeze blowing through the flora. I'm not a plant enthusiast. I couldn't identify most of them, but there had to be four or five different types of trees. One had some sort of apple growing on them. I recognized some azaleas and junipers. There were daylilies, ferns, and marigolds, and I saw honeysuckle climbing the latticework. It was all laid out in an eye-catching way meant to calm the soul, and it worked. "What the hell?" "I know. It takes up most of the space on the roof. It's ridiculous, but you have ridiculous money. Here, follow me. You haven't seen the best part." She grabbed my hand and tugged me down the stairs toward one of the paths. "How is this not the best part?" We wound around the path for a few minutes and I took in the sights-statues, a fountain, benches, large flowers, and ivy growing In eye-pleasing ways. Paths converged on each other, and I wondered what the actual dimensions of this garden were and if it was possible to get lost. Finally, we emerged onto a large patio surrounding a massive pool. It currently had a canopy over it, shading the entire pool from direct sunlight. The patio surrounded three sides of it, while the fourth side butted up against what appeared to be a clear wall that allowed for another beautiful view of New York's skyline. Forgetting for a moment that Erin was even with me, I slowly approached the sight. On the length of the patio, near the middle of the pool was a bar that appeared to be fully equipped with an assortment of alcohol and mixers. It was equipped with a short fridge that I opened to find full of mixers that needed to be kept cold, as well as an assortment of snacks including a fresh charcuterie board. Danielle had gone all out for my visit. Were all the listings Erin requested fully stocked like this, or was she simply confident I'd want this place? I glanced at the water and had to do a double-take. It didn't look as blue as the water I was used to seeing in pools, and the reason why quickly became apparent. The bottom and sides of the pool were clear glass. A third of the glass floor hung off the edge, and I could see the distant New York streets through the water of the goddamn swimming pool. The other two-thirds of the pool's glass bottom showed portions of the house - some sort of dining room or breakfast room, judging by the table and chairs. I took an involuntary step back and turned away, trying to fight the sudden vertigo that threatened to overwhelm me. As I tried to regain my balance, I was having a hard time wrapping my head around the concept that not only was there a garden and pool up here, but that part of it hung off the edge Then I immediately forgot about all of it. While checking out the bar and pool, Erin had shed her boots, leggings, skirt, and shirt and was currently standing in nothing but leggings, skirt, and shirt and was currently standing in nothing but a black bra and matching panties. Her space buns were gone and her hair spilled around her head, looking voluminous from the time it had spent pent up. Her bronzed complexion glowed golden in the direct sunlight, and the dark ink covering most of her right arm complimented her tan complexion beautifully; every inch of her body was perfection. She walked toward me, grinning like a Cheshire cat. As soon as she got within arm's length she slowly spun so her back was facing me, and she pulled her hair over her neck, looking over one bare shoulder at me with those big brown eyes of hers. "Do you mind undoing me?" Not having fully recovered from what she'd done to me downstairs, my erection returned with a vengeance. I was about to see all of Erin for the very first time. I reached up and worked the clasp free, the black material snapping away and giving me an unobstructed view of the bronzed skin of her back. Erin dropped her arms, and her silver hair caught the sunlight as it spilled back down; the purple was more pronounced due to the sun. The bra straps slipped free of her shoulders and down to the bend in her elbows. Erin slowly turned to face me and swept her silvery purple hair behind her as she looked up at me, one hand pressing the bra to her chest. "Would you like to remove my bra, Mr. Upton?" She bit her lip and pressed her free hand against my chest, rubbing it lightly as she waited for my response. She didn't have to wait long. I didn't answer. I just swallowed and reached for the material trapped under her arm, tugging till it came free of the grip she'd maintained on it. As I pulled it away from her body and she allowed the straps to slip free from her arms, Erin left her breasts exposed for my full view. Her breasts were the size of two large oranges capped with dusky nipples only a little darker than her skin. Her breasts stood high and firm, making me wonder if they were real, but on closer Inspection, there were no signs of scars or silicon. They looked completely natural. "And my bottoms?" Erin asked. Her tone and demeanor seemed a little shy, a complete contradiction from every other moment I shared with her. "Would you like to remove them for me?" I didn't immediately respond, still mesmerized by the sight of her bare breasts. They looked so soft yet firm that I had to touch them; I wanted to feel them in my hands and confirm that they felt as I wanted to feel them in my hands and confirm that they felt as amazing as they looked.
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