I stretch under the flannel sheets and turn to wrap my arm around you again. You're not there. I prop myself up on my elbow and squint at the digital clock at the far end of the king-sized bed. 3:13 am. I know where you are and smile to myself.

I sit up on the edge of the bed and slip on my boxers from yesterday, then slip my feet into my slippers. I pad past the pile of your clothes on the floors. Emerald green gown. Black bra and panties. On top are the stockings and heels that stayed on while I fucked you on the edge of the bed, just a few hours ago now.

Now I'm out through the bedroom door and look to my left, through the dining room, and see a single under-counter light turned on in the kitchen. I turn to my right, through the living room, and see you out on the balcony, a woman twice my age. I see some faint orange ash flick from your cigarette down to the early morning bustle some thirty floors below.

"Good morning," I greet you, stepping out with you, seeing you in the long silk robe that you keep at my place. Well, it's really your place, this apartment in the city that I can't afford. I take the cigarette from you, take a small drag and hand it back. I smile realizing that you don't bother to take your wedding ring off any more. I delicately run my fingers of my right hand down from your left shoulder, slowly pushing the material to the side, exposing your breast. I fondle it lightly and brush the back of my fingers lightly across your nipple.

We've had this conversation before as we pass the cigarette back and forth. It's a brisk morning. We speculate on the lives in the buzz in the street. Who's just finishing their day? Who's getting an earlier start then we are? There's a random pattern of lights on in the buildings down the street. Who fell asleep watching television? Who's working all night? Who partied all night?
Instead of giving the cigarette back to you, I lean back on the wall of the balcony, screened from my waist down. My eyes are transparently taking in your body. I wonder if you can tell what I'm thinking. Something familiar and comfortable? Something that will push you a little further? Something that will make you nervous but still excited? Something that we've only talked about that you will need some time to be ready for?

I reach down and coax my half-hard cock out of the fly of my boxers and reach back to rest both hands on the balcony railing.

"Give me a blowjob."

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