Chapter 6 Mid-Levels West
Mid-Levels West
The car slowed, then stopped.
Natalie looked at Danny and he smiled widely.
“Natalie,” he said warmly, taking her by the hand. “I had a great time. I really want to see you again. Honestly, when I first saw your profile and saw ‘gallery assistant’, I didn’t think that we’d get along. But you’re so pretty and cool. I can’t wait to see you again.”
Natalie looked out the window, then looked back at Danny.
A few moments passed.
“Isn’t this your building?” Danny asked.
“No,” replied Natalie flatly.
Danny looked out the window, confused.
“Natalie,” he said chuckling, “I think this is your building.”
“Well, yes,” Natalie said apologetically with a smile, “this is my building but, no, I’m not getting out of the car. I’m not going home.”
“Where are you going?”
“We,” Natalie said, “are going to your place so I can fuck your brains out.”
Danny let out a chuckle at first, thinking it was a joke, but seeing that she was serious, he leaned forward and spoke to the driver. The driver’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror once, then returned to the road. The car pulled away from Natalie’s building and slid back into traffic.
The car drove along Des Voeux Road West, then turned and climbed Eastern Street, past shuttered shops, pharmacy signs, and the steep concrete walls below Bonham Road.
The car climbed through narrow streets of Mid-Levels West, past retaining walls blackened by rain, old walk-ups wedged beside newer glass towers, laundry poles and luxury lobbies sharing the same hillside.
The city fell lower behind them, the harbor appearing and disappearing between buildings in quick flashes of light.
Danny’s apartment tower was sleek: glass, stone, a discreet lobby, a doorman who greeted Danny and Natalie without curiosity. The elevator went up fast and silently to the twenty-third floor.
The front door opened directly into an open-plan living room and kitchen. It was much bigger than Natalie’s apartment: pale wood floors, clean white walls, a grey sofa facing a coffee table, and a kitchen island crowded with protein powder and takeout boxes.
Wide windows ran along the far wall, facing a dense stack of neighboring towers. Between two buildings, she could see a slice of harbor light.
Gym shoes sat by the door. A roll of athletic tape lay on the coffee table beside three scripts, a half-empty bottle of water, and a bowl of oranges.
“Nice,” Natalie said. “I wish I lived here.”
“Yeah?”
“Obviously yeah.”
He laughed, softer now. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
The tour took less than two minutes. A short hallway led to the bathroom, his bedroom, and a second bedroom he had turned into a study-workout room: desk, scripts, stunt notes, resistance bands, mats on the floor.
His actual bedroom was simple and tidy: a low bed, white sheets, one wall of closets, and a narrow window facing the neighboring towers.
They returned and Danny showed her a sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony.
They went into the kitchen. Danny poured them both a glass of cold water. They stood at the island, sipping and talking, the sofa just a few steps away.
Natalie set her glass down.
“Let’s take off our clothes now,” she said plainly, looking him in the eye. “We can start on the sofa.”
Danny blinked, then grinned. “Okay.”
Danny quickly stripped. His body was lean and athletic. Defined abs, strong chest and shoulders, powerful thighs. He sat down at one end of the sofa. His cock was already erect.
Natalie took off her jacket and tossed it on the floor.
She kicked off her sandals. Then, she unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and dropped it on top of the jacket.
Unzipped the jeans, rolled them down and stepped out of them one leg at a time.
Unhooked her bra. Slid her panties down and stepped out of them.
She was naked.
Danny watched, mesmerized.
Natalie smiled at him. She walked over to the sofa, watching him watch her.
She put a knee on one side of his legs then lifted her other knee to the other side, supporting herself with the couch arm, until she was safely straddling him. Her naked tits were just inches from his face.
She took his face in her hands.
She was looking down at him.
“Danny,” she said, “do you like fucking?”
“Uh-huh,” he said. He seemed a little shocked.
“Do you get a lot of pussy?”
Danny stared up at her, not knowing what to say.
“Do you like pussy? Do you like fucking pussy?”
“Uh-huh,” he said, still staring up at her.
He was already breathing heavily. Excited.
“Do you like a girl to suck your cock?”
“Natalie…”
Her eyes narrowed.
Danny quickly said, “Uh-huh.”
Natalie looked down at Danny. She thought that she'd be nervous but she felt almost calm.
When she said the words, when she told him all the things that she was willing to do to him, with him or have him do to her, she had already decided to do them all.
There was nothing to be nervous about because the decision had already been made.
“Do you like to cum into a girl’s mouth when she sucks your cock?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you like girls that fuck on the first date?”
Before he could answer, she aimed and lowered her body onto his cock. His cock slipped quickly into her pussy.
Danny’s eyes opened wide in surprise.
Natalie smiled wickedly at that.
“Fuck yeah,” she said in low voice. “Danny Yeung loves girls that fuck on the first date. Natalie Chan loves to fuck on the first date.”
His cock was so hard and Natalie immediately fell in love with the feeling of it in her pussy. Oh, God, fuck yeah, she thought.
She thrust her tits in his face, rubbing them back and forth.
She lifted herself off him, his cock half emerging, pleasure coming from its emergence, but then she immediately impaled her pussy upon it again. The pleasure from burying his cock in her pussy was delicious. Natalie shrieked with pleasure as it entered.
By this time, Danny was holding her waist, helping her aim, ensuring his cock got deeper.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
Then harder, harder, harder.
Then faster, faster, faster.
Natalie let herself go.
She squealed and writhed and laughed. She wiggled around, trying to make it more intense. Try anything, try everything to fuck as hard as possible.
Danny was slamming his cock upward as hard as he could.
They were both breathing heavily and, after a few moments, Natalie realized that she was chanting under her breath.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
The word set the rhythm. The faster that she said the word, the faster the rhythm and the more intense the feeling and pleasure.
Then, in the largest slam so far, Danny’s cock slipped out and missed.
Natalie stopped immediately. She peered down, searching for it. She reached down and guided it back in.
They resumed their panicked rhythm.
Harder. Deeper. Faster.
Suddenly, Natalie leaped off.
“Doggie style!”
Natalie scrambled to the other side of the couch on her hands and knees, arching her back, her butt high.
Danny scrambled up after her into the kneeling position. He held his cock, aiming and slid it into Natalie’s pussy. Then Danny grabbed her hips and buried his cock deep in her pussy.
Natalie felt his cock buried into her pussy and she screamed.
“This is so fucking good!” she yelled between labored breaths.
She could feel each thrust. Each thrust sent a shudder through her body and a gasp escaped her lips.
She loved that. It felt like electricity. Like a lightning bolt being fired into her pussy, that funneled through her body and escaped through her mouth in a scream. Fucktricity.
Danny pulled Natalie up into the kneeling position, his cock still inside her. He cupped her tits and pinched her nipples. Danny was kissing her shoulders and Natalie turned her head trying to kiss his head but met only empty air.
She reached her arm over her shoulder, trying to grab his neck, so she could drag his head to a place where she could kiss it. Her hand kept slipping off.
Natalie struggled off Danny and he let her go. His cock had slipped out of her already, anyway.
Natalie turned around and offered her right tit to him, her hand squeezing it. Danny accepted it and began sucking the nipple. It felt fantastic. He felt for her other tit, squeezing it and pinching the nipple.
Oh, God, yes! she thought.
That went on for 30 seconds or so but it just wasn’t intense enough.
What about her pussy?
“This sucks,” Natalie said. She pushed him away.
She looked in his face and said, “Let’s go fuck in the bedroom.” Danny agreed.
Natalie scrambled over the coffee table. Danny tried to follow her but his hand slipped, the side of his face hit the coffee table and he muttered a swear word in Cantonese.
Natalie danced to the bedroom and Danny followed her, struggling to keep up.
In the bedroom, she turned around and threw herself down on the bed, face up, over one corner of the bed.
Danny arrived, his cock wet and glistening.
Natalie laughed and spread her legs. “Fuck me, Danny,” she dared.
Danny straddled the bed corner and his cock entered Natalie’s pussy.
She laughed again.
“Fuck that bitch,” Natalie said with a growl. “Make her cum.”
Danny went to work.
Danny was fucking and, while he was doing it, Natalie was propping herself up on her left arm and had two fingers on her clit, rubbing it at so fast that her hand blurred.
Both Natalie and Danny were staring at Natalie’s pussy. Danny’s cock was going in and out as fast as he could. He was sweating.
Natalie was grunting and moaning because it felt so good but, oh, God, she wanted to see herself orgasm.
They both wanted to see that, see Natalie’s pussy lose control, see Natalie’s pussy spasm, see Natalie arch her back, the sensations travel through her, see her scream because it felt so fucking good.
They both wanted to see the precise moment when it happened. See the moment where Natalie truly got off and was totally and completely fucked.