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He took off his jacket, which outline
d his body for Jessica. The sweat wasn’t coming through his shirt at all, but around his collar, there was a thin layer of perspiration. She could see the muscles in his back pushing up against the fabric of his shirt.

He moved to undo his tie, but she stopped him.

“I’ve never taken off a man’s tie,” she said, rubbing her hand over the knot that kept it all together. “Would you mind?”

“I’m not going to
stop the motion on anything you do,” he said, moving next to her and leaning his hands back on the desk so that his muscles flexed under his shirt. “Whatever you want to happen is going to happen.”

She rubbed
the back of his tie and moved her hand down, allowing the back of her knuckles to move across his hardened chest. On each trip up and down, she reached one of her fingers through the space between the buttons, so that the tips of her fingers could glance over his skin. These subtle touches aroused her to the point of opening up slightly more. Her moisture level below matched what he had around his neck.

Bringing her other hand forward, she sta
rted to undo his tie slowly. Asher made no attempts to hide his arousal. Jessica glanced down at what was waiting for her and gave it a flyover with her hand, causing it to nearly burst out of his slacks.

Asher
knew that the longer he kept his hands off of her, the more confused she’d become, causing her to open even wider. He wanted her to be ready when he finally decided to enter. When he was younger, he would have jumped and tore her cloths off right there, turned her around, and just lost himself inside of her, but that would only be a few minutes of extreme pleasure, not the hours of ecstasy that he had learned to give women by allowing them to take their time and empty their bodies out. Of course, all women were different, and he’d been with enough to know which kind needed what. For this young one, he knew that the boys around her couldn’t control themselves once she started to get sexual, and they’d just loose control of themselves, leaving women like Jessica to look for men like Asher.

With his
tie off, she started in on the buttons. The first two she undid like she’d seen others do onscreen, but once she replicated the nostalgia, once she saw his chest, complete with a few scars that he’d picked up from his adventures through his life, she didn’t want the slow reveal. Jessica ripped off the rest of his shirt, pausing only to listen to the sounds of the buttons hitting the studio floor.

She moved over to the blinds and closed them shut, safe in the knowledge that
this man was only here to give her pleasure. The safer she felt, the more she was able to let go. The moisture was building up in her panties, and she wished that he would just peel away her stretch pants so she could feel a moment of air before he filled her, but his hands remained still.

Now standing in front of him, she unbuckled his thin leather belt and slid it through the loops, all the whil
e keeping an eye on the ever-growing bulge in his pants. When the belt came out of the last loop, she let her hands move over his erection. Doing this to lesser men in the past had caused them to explode, but each rub seemed to make him grow larger.

Finally,
she undid the button of his pants and slid down the zipper, feeling the fabric open against her hands. His domepiece was magnificent, and she sized it up by wrapping her hands around the roundness of his shaft and slowly starting the motion.

Holding a man’s wood was so different from holding a boy’s. She looked at his face and instea
d of it loosing control, he stared directly in her eyes, which allowed her to feel comfortable enough to just touch and admire what she’d been wondering about since he showed up on the other side of the glass. He didn’t tell her what to do and never rushed her movements, allowing her to explore every inch of it at her own pace.

Finally, she forced his hand to her behind, starting the motion at which he should rub. The coupling touches, both of her hands and of the way her backside felt in his strong palms, caused his member to quiver. He peeled down her stretch pants so that he could move his tongue under either end of the V shape of her panties, now tasting more than just hints of her. His eyes were everywhere, taking pictures of this beautiful thing in front of him.

In the background, the printer was slowly giving form to the images that he had taken that day, which reflected the harsh reality that he had dealt with
on his job. For Jessica, her phone was buzzing with text messages from her friends, wondering where she was and why she wasn’t joining them in another forgettable night at the club where they had to settle for the company of a boy instead of the affection of a man.

All of that reality was far away from both of them now. He rolled down the rest of her stretch pants down and she kicked them off
after her shoes. About to take her socks off, he stopped her.

“I like how they look right there,” he said, kissing her right above the
chest and letting his chin run against tips of her breasts. He kept concentrated on the parts that he had seen with her shirt on, trying to replay the reveal over and over again, because he realized that having everything in front of him meant his fantasy might end quicker.

He looked at her panties and reached underneath to feel the wetness that he had caused. Jessica was waiting for him to tear them off, but he didn’t – not yet. She took off her
t-shirt, leaving her only with her bra and panties on. It was agonizing to her why he wouldn’t tear the rest of her clothes off and just enter her.

She straddled
him, started grinding herself on top of him, and reached to undo her bra in the back, but he stopped her.

“I don’t understa
nd,” she said, breathing heavy and trying to grind on him until he lost control, which he tried with everything inside him not to. “Don’t you want me? I can see that your body does. Why won’t you take me?”

“I can’t remember wanting anyone this
badly,” Asher said to her. “It’s just that I need this to last as long as it can. When it’s all over, I go back out there and need to click the shutters on another crime scene, and when I do, I want enough of you in my memory to fight all of that. I want my erection to stay inside of you long after I’m gone.”

“Time has nothi
ng to do with memory,” she said, which caused him to grab her waist with both of his huge hands lifted her up to his mouth.

“Push your panties out of the way so I can taste you,” he ordered her.

Finally, she was able to let go of control. She grabbed her panties and moved them slightly to the right, slowly, as if pulling back a curtain to a show Asher wished would never end. He moved his tongue over her lips, but there was no need to moisten her up – she was dripping already. Jessica felt the tongue move deeper inside, as if it were searching for the notes to play inside that would make her moan in ecstasy. When he found the right one, he would move the tip of his tongue back and forth over it, stretching the moment out and then jumping to another.

After she came again, her second time, she felt exhausted and out of her mind. It was then that
Asher laid her down on the desk she had spent so many hours manipulating images of others in love, having birthday parties, and other pieces of lives that she had nothing to do with. Here she was in the throws of her greatest pleasure, wondering how it could go on and how much more she could take. Now fully soaked, he pulled off her panties and moved all of himself inside of her. One thrust, deep in, leaving it there pushed all the way to the back of her, only to slowly pull out so that only his trembling tip remained inside her confidence.

The coldness that his shaft experienced while out of her was too much, so
he went back in again, remembering the places that his tongue had explored so that he could play those notes again, this time with his main instrument. Jessica was screaming with pleasure – beyond words and existing in a space of pure wonder, somewhere that never existed beyond her own ability to pleasure herself. Here was this man, whose face she held and felt the roughness that life had laid on him. These were not the soft cheeks of inexperience, this was the toughness of the world melting away inside of her, and to reciprocate, she squeezed hard around him about to explode flesh that seemed to heat up the juices she was spilling all over his body.

Over and over he went, allowing h
er to empty out everything she’d been waiting to let go of since she started experimenting with her body. Jessica was near empty. There was only a bit a lubrication left inside of her and she couldn’t be sure it was going to last.

She
pulled Asher down to her and said with whatever ability she had to speak:

“Finish”

He gushed inside of her, replenishing what was almost dry with an elongated stream of himself. She came again at the thought of the pleasure she had brought him.

“I saw you through the glass,” she
gasped. “I knew I couldn’t turn the sign.”

“We were made for this moment,” he responded.

For as long as they could, they both lay on top of each other, each squeezing the last drops of out of the moment.

The printer beeped
, denoting the pictures that were ready. Her cell rang. They both knew it was over, but the memory would exist forever – reality blown to pieces by the perfect moment of fantasy.

In the weeks and months that followed,
Asher found himself walking past the shop wondering if he should stop in, but he knew it would take away from the perfection.

For Jessica,
whenever she went to flip the sign from OPEN to CLOSE, she paused and shuddered for an extra second, waiting for the last true man in Los Angeles to return.

Reality
existed in echoes and vibrations of a moment when she decided to open the door and let a man inside.

                                          The End