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Clayton's side of the story.

She attached some of photos of herself.

That was really sweet I kissed one of her pictures, and responded about daily routine here in New York City. After coffee and e-mails I decided to go for massage. But I kept thinking about Sheetal.

What the hell am I doing thinking about this girls all the time when she is just my employee and we were together only a couple of times. But that one line kept coming back to me.

"I really love you don't forget me."

I had heard that before, usually when we were in lust in bed. Sheetal is the first to say it not in the throes of fucking.

I needed to get away, to stop thinking about her.

I cancelled my massage appointment and wandered out onto the busy New York streets. I was gazing at the Statue of Liberty, thinking I needed a girl to help me forget about Sheetal.

I saw girl. She was wearing a business suit, with some cleavage showing. I imagined her wearing a red strapless silky, lacy bra and matching panties. She was wearing black leather knee-boots with the pant legs over them. She had on a gold bracelet.

"Hello, I am Rita," I said to this girl.

"Hello, I'm Mickey."

She was beautiful, with a voluptuous body.

I pulled out a scrap of paper from my pocket and asked her to guide me to the address written on it.

She looked at me and asked if I were new to the city.

"Yes," I said. "It is the address for my apartment, but I am lost."

"Actually I am going on that direction, so I can drop you," she said, signaling for a taxi.

"Oh really thank you Mickey, but I have my car parked here."

"Oh, I didn't think you would have a car in New York," she said.

We start talking and she told me about herself, that she is working in office nearby here as an assistant, about her family and her education. We were standing in the parking lot for almost 10 minutes while I scanned her gorgeous body.

She asked about me.

I told about myself my business and why I was here in the United States.

But since I am not good speaking in English, she had trouble understanding me. But my problem is with my language and she couldn't understand much that I was saying. But, soon we were beginning to understand each other.

I asked her if she could join me for lunch and she accepted with a big smile. Later, after lunch, she offered to show me the sights of Manhattan.

It was midnight when I asked her if she had to be somewhere. No, she said and I smiled. We had dinner then and then I asked her to come to my apartment for drinks and to spend the night with me.

She accepted.

My apartment was small, but was luxurious befitting my position as the owner of an Indian company. It had a quality double bed in my room and an attached bathroom. In the living room there was a standard sofa and two loveseats, a large color television (with DVD, of course!) and a state-of-the-art kitchen.

We settled on the couch and I gave Mickey some champagne.

First it was light conversation, and then it became more and more erotic. I told her frankly I was a lesbian.

"I am, too, Rita, and I want to spend time with you," she said.

I thought we should just enjoy the wine and talk, but I was really horny. It had been three weeks since I had sex with Sheetal.

So I started running my fingers over her soft legs and hips then touched her breasts. They were soft and silky smooth, and their weight felt so good in my hands.

She reached into her bag and took out some massage lotion.

"I think you need a massage for your tense body," she said with a grin.

We went into the bedroom and she told me to take off my dress. I stripped naked.

I was lying naked in front of her with just a towel covering my pussy. I watched through the mirror in front of me as she arranged lotion and powder from her bag and placed on small table next to bed. I smiled at her.

"You had all the necessary things with you. It's unbelievable," I said.

I watched her in the mirror. Soon, I thought, this beautiful girl is going to be giving me a massage.

"Would you like oil or powder to start with?" she asked.

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