Chapter 42 Crystal
Crystal
“Where are we going?” I laughed as Neville dragged me by the hand down the sidewalk.
“I told you, it’s a surprise,” he said as we rounded the corner and headed for the subway.
Neville had called me at work earlier in the day to tell me that he would be meeting me after work. When I asked what he had planned, he just said, “You’ll see.”
Really, I didn’t need to go anywhere but to bed with him. I feared that I’d become a nympho! It seemed as though my appetite was insatiable, but thank God, I’d found a man that could keep up with me. Sometimes we found ourselves doing it two or three times a night!
Once down in the subway, the platform was packed tight with people.
We managed to squeeze ourselves into the first car of the number 4 train.
Pressed up against each other and other people excited me, and I could tell that Neville was getting a rise out of it as well, because his dick was like solid rock against my stomach.
He bent down and pecked me on the lips, then whispered, “Behave yourself, Crystal,” as I’d started grinding myself against him. “Behave yourself or else,” he warned again.
“Or else what?” I teased as I pushed myself closer to him.
“Or else I’m going to tickle you.”
That was enough for me. I backed down.
We exited the train at Union Square and climbed the stairs with the throngs of people heading who knew where. Shoot, I was one of them.
“Can’t I just get a hint?” I said as Neville walked a bit behind me, his hand pressed into the small of my back as he guided me through the sea of people.
“Nope.”
We rounded the corner and stopped briefly to stare into the dressed windows of the ABC Carpet store. “There’s a dresser in there I’ve been wanting for a long time,” I commented. “Can we go in?”
Neville looked at the black-and-white Swatch watch he wore on his wrist and said, “No, we don’t have time.” Grabbing me by the wrist, he gently pulled me down the street and around the corner.
“Here we are,” he said, his voice hardly able to contain his excitement.
Where were we? I was looking at a six-story building badly in need of a paint job.
“What’s here?”
“The surprise,” he said, and bounded up the five stone steps. “Come on.” He pushed the glass door open and walked into the lobby.
The lobby was small with a black-and-white marble floor. The doors, which I assumed opened into apartments, were all painted white.
Maybe he had a friend here he wanted me to meet?
“We have to go upstairs to the top floor.”
“Where’s the elevator?” I asked, spinning around in a circle.
“There is none.”
I let off a heavy sigh. My idea of a surprise did not include climbing five flights of stairs.
“Crystal, you’re a runner; these little bit of stairs are not going to kill you.”
“I was a runner,” I said, dramatically throwing my hands on my hips. “But that was before I started fucking you. Now I do all my best work on my back!”
Neville grinned and said, “I love it when you talk dirty!”
Yes, I’d become quite comfortable playing the filthy-mouthed sex kitten.
I followed him up the stairs. Once on the top floor, I looked to see just one lone apartment door. I was sweaty, partly from climbing the stairs and partly from the heavy petting that went on between us on the landings.
“This better be worth it,” I breathed as Neville gave me a sly look before walking over to the door and knocking.