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Saute with Sasha

The pandemic came and went, swept aside the old world and left a new far more chaotic, crueler, harsher one in its wake. One of the great pains was the painful overpricing of housing, we were all one disaster away from homelessness, or sleeping in our cars. So the culture shifted, people came together and pooled resources, and bought or rented together, and we came one giant step closer to the rabbit hutches of Hong Kong.

NYC is a classic and in the tradition of friends, we had a nice pad, densely packed with small shared bedrooms, 3 of them. There were 4 dudes and 2 girls, and we rotated in and out. The rent was under control, we had money to live. I was just getting started in a small tech firm, so I did not mind, and I loved friends, the series, and the people in our apartment.

Sasha moved in one lovely spring, and all of us guys suddenly started dressing and smelling nicer. Daisy the other girl laughed at us, she had a fiance on the other side of town and teased us saying we were like a pack of dogs going after a new spring hen. We took it in stride, one of us was going to land the prize, and what a prize she was.

Sasha was tall and breathtakingly beautiful. She had the look of a European model, she belonged in Milan, not here in the grime. Her skin shone with an inner glow, she was bronze. Her lips were full and pouting, and her face was well-defined with high cheekbones. She had perfect eyebrows, blue eyes and lashes, and a sharp nose. She had long brown hair down to the waist. Her long slender neck was alluring. Her figure was drop-dead gorgeous, massive heavy boobs, perfect shoulders, and a wide shapely firm ass. Her long legs were killer. And she was indeed a model, cropping up in every other magazine, on her way up. We wondered what the hell she was even doing with us, and I was determined to ask one day.

We were rarely home, always working or out with friends, and no one wanted to stay in. Sometimes I ran into Sasha in the kitchen or common area, and she always smiled sweetly. Of course, I desired her but did not want to mess up our apartment vibes. We had a rule. In passing one day I mentioned I was going to stay in Saturday night, I had an exam coming up. I noticed she looked at me in a glance, others were nonchalant at the dinner table. The week rolled on, the life ground on. It just so happened that weekend everyone was supposed to be out of town.

That night I was intensely reading in my room, in short 10-minute spurts, when an amazing smell wafted in. It was steak and peppers sizzling on a pan. What the hell? I got up and walked out not expecting anyone. Sasha was back to me, grilling. She wore a simple short-tied t-shirt and denim shorts, she was barefoot. My eyes ran down her back and legs, and my cock stirred. What the fuck - what do I do now? She turned and smiled at me. For fucks sake she had no bra on, and her massive boobs and dark wide nipples were visible from within the shirt. She called out.

“Have some with me?” Sasha asked sweetly. How the hell could I resist?

I walked over and she was prepping, and I helped. I knew my way around and took over the steaks, and she cut salad. We stood together, I felt her breathing, her arm brushed mine, and I was hard. I watched her boobs rise and fall, I was in agony. She looked at me and smiled. She talked a little about her past and work, I did the same. We finished and went to the couch to watch something together and eat. She folded up her legs, and I snuck glances at her, she smiled out of the corner of her eyes. We finished and started cleaning up.

“You look amazing tonight,” I blurted out, goofily.

“Really? I did not even dress up,” Sasha laughed, touching my arm, “do you like me?” she asked.

I nodded. She ran her hand up my arm and came closer, and I thought fuck it let’s go for a touchdown. I leaned down and kissed her, and her huge boobs pressed against me and my hard cock against her. She sighed and embraced me. What the hell, I was kissing a model, what lottery had I won, a tech geek in NYC? But I worked out, and my muscles bulged, Sasha was touching them. I grabbed her and she giggled and I led her to the kitchen table.

I sat on the chair and she stood, and I pulled her close. I lifted her t-shirt and those massive boobs fell out. I sucked hungrily and the wide areola crinkled and her nipples hardened, and she sighed and moaned. I pulled her denim shorts down and ran my fingers into her warm pussy and fingered her butt.

Sasha pushed me back and pulled my pants down and got on her knees and sucked me rock hard. What a mouth, what heaven. Her boobs rubbed against my knees and shins. Jesus I wanted her. I pulled her up I could not wait, she crawled onto my lap and I sucked her boobs more, and kissed her soft taught belly, then she was ready. She slid down onto my cock and we fucked softly, slowly, enjoying every stroke. Her luscious lips parted and she moaned, and I suckled her massive boobs. I was ready to finish, I turned her over, my cock still inside her, and lifted one leg over the kitchen table and started my pile driving. Her boobs bounced and she moaned with each smash, I slammed on and on and came inside her with a massive shake, and fell beside her. She turned and kissed me.

“That was worth the wait, and preparation,” she smiled.

We talked for a bit. She had planned to stay back, canceling plans, just so she could be with me. She had a crush on me for ages but was unsure when to act, and this was the night. I could not argue. We were in each other's arms and I had an idea.

“Do you want to get some fresh air, and make love there? The view is amazing.” I asked.

She nodded. We dressed a little grabbed some stuff and headed up to the roof. It was an amazing view out over Brooklyn Heights and the major bridges, and Manhattan glittered in the distance. It was magical. I stood with her on the roof, it was a private pavilion closed on 3 walls with just the city-facing view out. A fresh summer breeze blew through and cooled us. We smelled of sex and we wanted more. She leaned back against me and I put my hand under her shirt and flicked her nipples, and teased her clit, and she leaned back and kissed me deep.

I put Sasha's arms on the railings. I pulled her pants down and worshipped that ass of hers. I kissed her legs up and down, then licked her pussy and butt hole. I was charged up now. I entered her from the back and fucked her madly, her boobs bouncing wildly, and this time she came first, then I came, out in the open night air. We collapsed back on the deck chairs under the pavilion and leaned back looking at the city. I gently stroked her delicious body, and we chatted more.

Sasha explained the life of a model was empty and lonely. She wanted a good man and she sensed that in me, I swelled in pride. She said she was sick of being a piece of meat, with greedy men and women trying to use her for various things, she wanted to get out. She had a business degree and wanted to start a company. I marveled with admiration at her drive.

“But will you be happy with me?” I asked her, seriously wondering.

She looked back and touched my cheek, “I know people dear, and I know you. I won't let you pass, I won't throw my chance away for a good man.”

It was magic. We came together on that roof, we talked about plans and life. It was a cosmic meeting of planets. Of unlike constellations aligning. Then we went down and showered together, but that took a long time, cos I fucked her again with her boobs pressed against the glass, it was hard to get clean.

Things changed from that night on. Our roommates noticed instantly, congratulated us, and gently reminded us we had broken the rules and had to leave, together, for better times. We did, a month later we got a small studio in Queens, and we began our epic journey together. I continued to saute Sasha every night, and she got her good man.