The Barista

As we came around a bend, after an hour or so on the High Line, I pointed out a large modern structure spanning the walkway.

"That's my hotel," I noted.

"Really? Oh, wow, that looks very nice," Grace opined. "And very exposed," she added, beaming up at the 18 story structure.

It's true. The hotel had been an exhibitionist's dream when it opened as all the rooms faced north and south and had large windows that were on full display to those walking the High Line below.

"Well, it's a little hipper than I'm used to and not a place I'd usually stay. But I do know it has a great roof terrace and bar and I figured the sunset over the Hudson River would be fun to catch later."

It was just getting on toward 3pm and I thought I'd check in and then, maybe, we could continue walking. Or, perhaps Grace was ready to peel off and explore on her own or head over to Brooklyn. I had intruded on most of her day and wanted to make sure I hadn't overstepped my bounds.

"Well, I'm going to check in and dump my stuff here, maybe clean up a little, and then do some more exploring. You've probably had enough of me by now. But if you still want to do a little exploring, you could wait while I check in and drop my stuff off and we could keep walking." I only had to wait a second for her response.

"That sounds great, Jack. I'd love to keep walking. But, if you're checking in, I wouldn't mind finding a bathroom in the hotel."

We descended the stairs to street level and entered the hotel through bright yellow revolving doors. The lobby was a hip urban scene and there was a youthful vibe that was palpable. It wouldn't normally be my kind of hotel, but it was going to be fun to experience. Then again, I hadn't expected to be accompanied by a pretty young companion when I made the reservation.

While Grace relaxed on one of the comfortable love seats in the lobby, I checked in and found I had a corner room on the 14th floor facing north and west. I walked back to find Grace looking happy, relaxed and like she fit right in with the scene.

"Wow. This place is awesome. Are you going up to your room? Can I see what they're like?" she asked with unbridled enthusiasm.

"Of course, you can. Follow me," I replied. We headed to the elevator and, once we'd entered, I pressed 18 and suggested I show her the rooftop restaurant and bar first. The dark elevator was permeated by the rhythmic throb of electronic music as we ascended. The door opened and we wandered the angled hallway off the elevator lobby until we entered the huge restaurant - a two story space with floor to ceiling windows. Grace's jaw dropped. "Wow," was all she could say. The expansive views in all directions were awe-inspiring.

"I may come back here later for a drink," I suggested, just to see how she'd react to my subtle suggestion.

"Then I may have to join you," she added with a conspiratorial smile.

I took her out on the rooftop with the plate glass railings and expansive views in all directions. We wandered around the perimeter of the open aired space; looking south to the new Freedom Tower, west to the Hudson and north to the West Side and midtown. The views were nothing short of phenomenal and the mid-afternoon sun felt wonderful on our bodies.

"This is incredible," Grace kept saying. I wanted to show her the sexy bar with the group hot tub, but it was closed until later. We climbed back onto the elevator and descended four floors before disembarking once again.

I think we both felt a little awkward and fell into a nervous silence as we walked the dimly lit corridor on the 14th floor. A few hours earlier we'd both boarded the train for a solo trip to New York; now we were together wandering down the dark corridor of a sexy hotel. The awkwardness subsided quickly, however, as soon as I opened the door and we entered the light filled room. The exterior wall of glass went from wall to wall and floor to ceiling and the view looking up the Hudson and northeast toward Midtown was breathtaking. The king size bed looked incredibly comfortable and on the far wall facing the bed was a huge wall-hung mirror.

"Oh, my God," exclaimed Grace as she sauntered over to the glass wall. This was not a room for someone with a fear of heights, as the view down was dizzying. "This is amaaaazing," she said as she turned around with a slack-jawed look of awe.

"You like?" I questioned, knowing full well how she would respond.

"This is totally awesome," she exclaimed while beaming ear to ear. "You are so lucky," she stated emphatically.

"Well, I splurged a little for this trip, but figured I'd get some great shots from the roof and from the room itself. I was hoping to get some night shots later too. Glad you like it," I added enthusiastically.

She scooted off to use the bathroom and I did what little unpacking I needed to. When she emerged she commented on what a great bathroom it was. I told her I'd be out in a minute and went to use the facilities myself. When I came out a few minutes later, a new breathtaking view was to be discovered.

Grace had discarded her leather jacket and thrown it onto the wraparound built-it couch in one corner of the room. She stood leaning forward against the plate glass window, her hands against the glass, looking like she was tempting fate. The skinny jeans she was wearing hugged her legs and ass like a glove and left little doubt to what a fine body she had. Without the jacket, I could see the thin straps of her black top crossing over her square shoulders. The second line of silky straps told me she was wearing a black bra as well. The top crept up her tummy, exposing a luscious line of pale skin between the top of her low cut jeans and the top itself. She had put her hair up casually and it accentuated the sensuous lines of her neck and shoulders. She was a vision of loveliness; her profile outlined against the afternoon Jersey sky and the Hudson River.

I took the fact that she had discarded her jacket as an indication that she was not in a hurry to go. So I grabbed my camera and idled up to her side, aiming the lens at the silhouette of her long curvy body. God, she looked good.

"I guess you're not afraid of heights," I suggested as I clicked a few photos; loving how the light was playing against her skin and long wavy hair.

"I am, kinda," she mused seductively. "But I love the feeling I get deep in my belly when I look down from high up. It sends shivers to my core. So exhilarating," she said softly as she surveyed the urban landscape, then turned to face the camera. She didn't smile; her gaze bore a hole through my lens.

"Don't move for a sec," I pleaded as I took advantage of the light and pose to grab a few more shots. When I pulled the camera from my face, she smiled and turned around, leaning her back against the glass in a provocative pose. She put her head back, gazed at the lens once again and brought her hands together behind her back against the plate glass. The pose resulted in her breasts protruding forth in a seductive curve. Whatever hesitancy or shyness she may have felt earlier was eroding rapidly as she seemed to be coming alive in front of the camera - and me.

"You seem to like the camera," I said as I continued to move and click as she posed like she'd done this a million times before.

"I do," she admitted. "I have to admit, I like being looked at this way," she said with lowered lids. She hesitated for a minute before putting her hands above her head and looking straight at me. "It's kind of a turn-on," she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

My pulse raced as the meaning of her words took hold. It seemed like a switch had gone off in Grace. Maybe it was the fact that only hours ago we'd basically been casual acquaintances running into one another serendipitously on a train, and now we were alone with a camera in a sexy hotel room overlooking New York City. Whatever it was, the sweet All-American barista that I thought I had a bead on was transforming into a sexy vixen right before my eyes. The innocent shyness that had defined her in my eyes before was slowly morphing into a quiet sexy confidence that was completely and utterly intoxicating.

She then looked me straight in the eye and asked me a question.

"So, Jack. What are you going to do with these photos, may I ask?"

I could tell we were at a moment of truth. I pulled the camera away from my face to answer.

"These photos are for my enjoyment only, Grace. And yours, if you want copies. I have no intention, ever, of sharing them, posting them, or ever letting them out of my private collection," I stated candidly. I could be completely honest and sincere because it was totally true. Her allowing me to photograph her was a gift, and one I would not take for granted or advantage of. My assurance seemed to lighten her mood and her sexy demeanor returned.

"Good," she said in return. "Because I trust you. And I want to keep going."

She sauntered over to the huge bed and peered over her shoulder at me with a sexy look as she climbed up and crawled, ever so slowly, to the middle of the mattress. She looked like a cat in heat, moving to find a place to purr. The shape of her ass in the skin tight jeans was driving me crazy and was a like a magnet for my lens. For someone who claimed inexperience, she sure knew how to work it.

She got up on her knees, legs slightly spread, and put her hands over her head, facing straight at the camera once again. She gave me a conspiratorial look, like we were in this together, and pursed her lips as my shutter finger kept a rapid pace. Suddenly her hands came down, crossed over her body and each hand lifted the bottom of her top - up and over her head in a long slow fluid movement. She tossed the top on the floor unceremoniously, like she'd find it later. Who needed a top on anyway? She was wearing a very sexy black lace bra and her lovely soft breasts were bulging out of their confines. God, she was stacked for such a slender girl; much larger than I had expected, but to my delight.

"Oh, Grace. So beautiful," was all I could manage to mutter. Where was this going? My heart was racing and my stomach was in my throat. She put her hands on her thighs and leaned forward. Between the inward push of her upper arms and the force of gravity on flesh, her breasts squeezed together and oozed out of her low cut bra. Her cleavage was deep and dark and I could not look away. I wanted to dive in and get lost in there. She looked to her side and then back at the camera with an intimate glare.

"Do you like what you see?" she murmured, as she bent forward, maximizing her cleavage and removing any doubt that we were going to continue to explore.

"Mmhmm. Very much," I replied as I continued to click photo after photo from different angles. Then, I stopped and pulled the camera away from my face. "So, you want to hang out here for a while?" I asked jokingly.

"Not a bad place to be," she crooned. "How about you?" She was slightly taken aback by my question.

"I don't know," I exclaimed as I took a few more photos of her half naked body. "I was thinking we should go get a coffee."

She cracked up and the tops of her breasts jiggled as she laughed, tethered in frilly silk. She kneeled up straight and her hands slid up her thighs, past her stomach, up to the underside of her bra-clad tits. She lifted and massaged them. The way she squeezed them left no doubt as to their naturalness.

"Really?" she joked back. "Coffee? Now?" Her breasts bulged above her hands as she clasped her heavenly flesh. Her look bordered on disbelief, but she knew I was kidding. "Are you sure," she cooed almost breathlessly.

"Not really," I said as I moved to the side to get a different angle. "Everything I want to drink is right here," I said.

"Good," she purred. "Your barista is at your service. Just don't stop taking pictures," she added, as she squeezed her tits so hard I thought they were going to pop right out of her bra. That, or my head was going to explode.

She now turned away from me, still kneeling, and reached behind to unclasp her bra. I literally could not believe this was happening. She looked over her shoulder at me and the camera as she unceremoniously unhooked the clasp of her silky black bra. She then held the bra to her breasts casually and with false modesty and continued to look over her shoulder at me, shaking that gorgeous mane of hair. Her lustful gaze told me that she was about to show me something very special.

She shrugged her shoulders forward and gave me a "whatever" look. The bra slid down the slope of her full breasts and fell to the bed. She picked it up nonchalantly and tossed it in the direction of her top. I began to have hope that there might be a pile of clothes on the floor before long.

I could see the outer edges of her full breasts outlined just past the long lean line of her back. I moved again to the side, hoping to see the profile of her gorgeous bosom. She put her hands on top of her head again and her left breast came into view, hanging full, soft and so very round. My God, what perfection. The shape and projection of her breast was a vision of pure and unadulterated beauty. The bottom was a round cup of luscious tit flesh, curving up to an exquisite pink nipple that was hard and pointed slightly upward. The top of her generous breast blended into her shoulder completing the profile of an absolutely perfect bosom.

She continued to look into the camera with soulful eyes as she returned to lifting, squeezing and massaging her breasts; her luscious boobs now bulging out from underneath her slender hands. She lifted her breasts, accentuating their softness, and pinched her distended nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled her breasts up and out by pinching both nipples; then let them go as they bounced back into place. She smiled knowingly as I gasped my approval. She was killing me.

The innocent barista who I had wondered about all those times I was ordering a medium coffee to go, was transforming herself before my eyes. The natural beauty was still there in spades. But it was now being reinforced with the quiet confidence of someone who was aware of her considerable charms and knew how to use them. Perhaps it was her own gathering arousal that brought forth her incredible sexual power. All I knew was that I was happy to be the observer of her display and wanted to take it slow and easy to see where things would go.

I kept clicking photos, but encouraged her with a soft voice; telling her how incredibly beautiful she was and how fortunate I felt to be photographing her at this very moment. I could tell she liked hearing confirmation about her poses and my verbal cheerleading was clearly giving her growing confidence in her desire to keep posing.

"Good God, Grace. Your body is truly amazing. Your breasts are so beautiful. I'd often wondered..." I said as my voice trailed off, replaced with the sound of a digital shutter clicking.

"Did you, Jack?" she queried as she put her hands above her head again and twisted her body back and forth so her breasts swayed gently. "What did you wonder?"

I pulled my camera down from my face, but gazed into her eyes as I spoke. "I wondered what your breasts looked like...naked," I stammered. She smiled knowlingly as she cradled them and jiggled them slightly to showcase her womanly bosom. "I always wondered what your body was like under your barista uniform," I stated. It was true. "Honestly, you're more beautiful and sexy than I had ever imagined," I continued. My eyes slowly trailed down the length of her exquisite body as she remained kneeling and facing me. "And I always wondered..."

As my voice trailed off once again, I could see that she had followed my eyes as they came to rest on the tight vee at the crotch of her jeans. She kept her eyes glued to mine as her right hand unclasped the button of her jeans and she slowly unzipped the very short zipper. She was reading my mind.

"What did you wonder, Jack?" she seethed, as she dipped her hand down inside her now open pants. My jaw was on the floor and I could not respond. "Did you ever wonder about my pussy?" she asked ever so quietly. That word sounded so sexy when she said it; like it had three S's. Her hand squeezed between her lower tummy and the loosened waistband of her tight jeans, sliding down into her sex. I took a couple detail shots, zeroing in on her lost hand. "Mmm, it's very wet right now," she whispered as she withdrew her hand and licked the tips of her glistening fingers, smiling demurely.

"Oh my, God," was all I could summon. I was transfixed.

"Do you want to see it, Jack?" she asked innocently as she hooked her fingers on either side of the loose waistband of her jeans. "Would you like me to show you my pussy?" she asked rhetorically.

I could only nod as she turned away from me once again, still kneeling, and began to slide the jeans down over her delectable butt. As the horizontal line of her jeans slowly lowered over her ass, her juicy soft cheeks came into view, as did the deep crease of her ass. I'm not sure I'd ever seen a more beautiful sight. The tiny line of a black thong remained in place, but it did little to hide the delicious derriere of this amazing beauty. She pushed her jeans down until they were gathered in a bunch at the base of her thighs, just above her knees, then leaned forward and face down so her butt was in the air. She was so enticing. She turned her head to look at me, rubbed her hand over the curve of her rear, then slapped her butt hard. "Mmm," she cooed. She reached behind and below her butt with each hand and wiggled her fingers; her cheeks jiggling tightly. She was such an incredible tease.

'Holy fuck,' I thought to myself. 'Was this the same barista that served me daily with that innocent shy smile? How had I lucked into such an incredible situation?' Her slap had left a little red mark on her alabaster skin. She turned and sat down to pull off her jeans, throwing them onto the gathering pile on the floor. Then she leaned sideways and pulled her legs up, so that I was looking at the backs of her thighs and her incredible ass. The thong disappeared into the deep recess between her bubble cheeks. She reached down and pulled on her upper ass cheek, exposing the thong tucked deep into her crevice. It did very little to hide the bulging lips of her sex, but modesty had left the building long ago.

My shutter finger was in overdrive and, when I pulled in close, I was beginning to detect the musky aroma of arousal emanating from Grace's bottom. I kept muttering encouragement, but I think I was blabbering at this point; I just wanted her to keep going. Grace could clearly see that she had a captive audience and she was loving it. She hooked her thumbs beneath the tiny thong, now the only thing she was wearing, and slid it over her ass and down her legs; lifting her hips to slide it off completely. She tossed it blindly onto the floor with the other garments. Now, completely naked, she assumed the same position and again pulled on her upper cheek to open her sex.

I alternated between shots that took in her whole body with zooming in to fill the lens finder with her pussy, ass and legs. The light was making magic with her skin, as she pulled her lips opened and I could hear, smell and see her excitement. Her pussy was a lovely pale pink and glistened with oozing juices. When she let go her full lips closed and framed a deep dark slit that begged to be touched, explored and opened once again.

All of a sudden she swung her upper leg across, leaving the lower leg in place, thus spreading her long lean legs wide open to fully expose her treasure. There she was in all her glory; her legs spread wide and her pussy now the focus at the apex of her slender thighs. I gasped audibly and stopped shooting for a second. All I could do was gape in amazement. There before me was one of the most beautiful pussies I had ever laid my eyes on. She was completely shaved and as smooth as a baby. Her pussy lips were delicate pink folds of thinly furled flesh, culminating in a seductive curl of delicate labial skin that was punctuated by the tiny glistening pearl of her clit. Her delicate pink nubbin almost looked like a stone in a stream, her labia like the current cascading around it. Her inner lips were clearly engorged with excitement, glistening with her juices and lay in a series of fleshy vees above her clitoris. Her outer lips were thin rounded folds that framed her pink beauty. Her aroma wafted into my nostrils and sent my libido through the roof. I had never, ever, seen a more beautiful sight, nor smelled a more beautiful scent.