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We’ve Only Just Begun

STEFFEN’S PENTHOUSE
770 PARK AVENUE PHA 10
NEW YORK, NEW YORK


The elevator ascended to the top floor and then came to a complete stop.

Steffen placed Isabella’s suitcase down on the carpeted elevator, and balanced her overnight traveling bag on his shoulder. He dipped his hand inside the back pocket of his pants. He took out a key and inserted the private entry key inside a lock portal; he twisted it and pressed the PHA 10 button.

The elevator doors slid open. He withdrew the key and pressed down the door open button.

Isabella stepped off the elevator.

Steffen lifted Isabella’s suitcase and followed her departure.

The elevator doors quietly sealed.

The carpeted private hallway was quiet.

Steffen placed the suitcase near the door, unlocked one of his double black marble doors, and pushed the door open. He dropped his key inside the side pocket of his suit jacket. He pushed Isabella’s suitcase into his penthouse with his foot. He braced it near the door and positioned her overnight traveling bag near it.

Isabella’s presence tagged behind. She closed the door back and placed her Louis Vuitton purse near her belongings.

Isabella’s eyes darted in all directions; she leisurely glanced around in awe.

“Steffen, your penthouse is breathtaking.”

Isabella’s Prada high heel stilettoes echoed on the white marble floor as she proceeded for a further inspection of his penthouse. Isabella turned her head from side to side in amazement.

The masculine interior decorated penthouse displayed the rich portrait of a carefree bachelor.

A pair of white carpeted grand staircases connected the second floor plan.

Steffen’s furniture was contemporary styled in general hues of brown, white, tan, and gold. His penthouse design, allowed its occupant openness.

The architectural floor plan was luxuriant furnished accordingly, but scarcely. A room farther down the hallway with the door ajar, what she could see, was a study.

A Crystorama Imperial Brass Crystal Chandelier proudly hung from the dome cathedral ceiling. A stone embedded fireplace stood to the far side of an open billiard room with a wet bar. Three widen steps led up unto a twelve seated smoke glass dining room table. The intimate space surrounded the diners with an everlasting panoramic view of Central Park.

The view extended out onto what appeared to be a rooftop brick balcony.

“This is very lovely Steffen.”

Isabella took another brief glance.

“Grazie.” Steffen examined his own penthouse. “You know it could utilize the touch of a donna here and there. Are you up for the task Signorina Tramaine?”

Steffen approached Isabella from behind. He encircled her waist and molded her body to his. He fanned small kisses to the side of her neck; he teased one of her earlobes.

“Things of this nature could lead to several romps under the cover, Mr. Galeio.”

“Surprise me.”

He kissed the back of her neck.

Isabelle leaned her neck to one side.

Steffen hugged Isabella closer.

She looked out the floor to ceiling-glassed balcony door.

“That’s very nice.”

Steffen poked his groin into Isabella’s derrière.

“I’ll say.”

He kissed the back of her ear.

“Not that.”

"Oh yes definitely this."

Isabella playfully broke free of Steffen’s dominant enclosure and walked over to where the balcony door was located. She mounted the marble steps.

Isabella pivoted her head backwards.

“May I?”

“Yes, please be my guest.”

Isabella reached for the silver door handle and slid the glassed door back. She stepped out onto the wrap-around concreted balcony.

The gentle stirring of the summer breeze reached her face.

Isabella looked up toward the blue sky, and then straight ahead at the many tall buildings and Manhattan skyscrapers. She marveled in the spectacular view. Her nostrils engulfed the exhilarating fragrance of roses.

Isabella scanned her eyes to investigate the scent.

“How beautiful.”

She walked over to the rooftop garden and leaned downward for a closer inspection.

Steffen stood within inches of Isabella, he observed the lavish expression plastered on her face. He walked over near a bushel of planted roses, broke off one short-stemmed rose, and turned around. He walked over to where she stood and placed it behind her ear.

“A rose I give to thee, for a very beautiful flower.”

“Thank you.” Isabella kissed Steffen on the lips. “I never imagined you for having a green thumb.”

“To be truthful. I cannot accept the credit of such assignment; actually, this is the marvelous gardening of my housekeeper.”

“I think this is extraordinary work.”

Isabella admired the other potted fertile plants that surrounded his lengthened balcony.

“You know my mother does gardening also. She has won several photographic awards and numerous publishing offers to divulge her secrets.”

“Is that so?”

Steffen nodded his head in discovery. He pulled Isabella into his embrace and kissed her with a gentle restraint.

Isabella repaid the favor with her lips.

Steffen slowly stopped.

Isabella held onto Steffen’s suit jacket; she danced her tongue over his cheek. She grasped the sides of his face and brought it inches from hers. She kissed his eyes, his neck, and then his lips once again. She spaced her face.

“You have been so good to me, thank you.”

Steffen grouped Isabella’s derrière and kissed the side of her neck.

Isabella unzipped Steffen’s pants and freed his thick member.

“Very good.”

Isabella stepped back, pulled down her Victoria Secret red bikini underwear, and then stepped out of them. She dropped down to her knees and kissed the extended tip. She bent her head and kissed around the base of his dick. She wrapped her palm around his manhood and pumped the taut skin. She looked up.

Steffen had his eyes closed. His back graced the glassed balcony door.

Isabella opened her mouth and smoothed the length down with her lips.

“Merda,” escaped Steffen’s lips. He palmed her head.

Isabella’s head spring up and down. Her hand work in accordance with her mouth. Her palm danced over his dick, her mouth quicken the tempo.

‘Fuck.”

Isabella withdrew her mouth and lifted his hard erection north. Her tongue licked up and down the span of a very rigid manhood.

Steffen quickly lifted Isabella off her knees.

Isabella straddled Steffen's waist.

Steffen raised the sides of Isabella's skirt and looked into her eyes.

“I’ve been known to be gen...”

Isabella grounded Steffen’s sentence with her lips.

Steffen gripped Isabella's buttocks, and inched them upward. He encircled his throbbing dick with one hand, and steadied it inside the velvety pleasurable pathway of her pussy. He swiftly gored his stiff flesh deep inside of her.

“Oh God, that feels good,” Isabella moaned.

“I’ll make sure I let you explore the benefits of being..., of being..., my guest. Maledizione my love.”

Steffen squeezed the sides of Isabella’s waist tighter and rammed his manhood deeper.

Merda.”

Steffen bounced Isabella’s pussy up and down his dick. He enfolded her derrière in his palms; he turned and braced her back against the glassed balcony door. He shoved his manhood up into her; he pierced the hub of her vaginal cavity.

“Oh Steffen, hold me, my leg is slipping.”

“I got…, I got you baby.”

Steffen lifted Isabella’s legs and secured them by the bend behind her knees. He hammered his shaft inside her harder; he beat the inner walls of her vaginal opening.

“Your pussy…oh your pussy is made for this dick.”

He kissed her lips and knocked inside her silken folds even harder.

"Oh Steffen...you. Oh fuck this pussy...fuck it."

Isabella held on closer and heaved up and down on Steffen’s manhood faster. She held Steffen around his neck tighter.

Beads of sweat mingled together.

One last upward thrust of Steffen’s manhood sent both bodies over the edge.

“Oh..., Steffen.”

Isabella pressed her body against Steffen's body as her vaginal cove expelled an overpowering contraction.

“Oh Isabella my love,” Steffen grumbled. He threw his head back.

His ejaculation released simultaneously.

Steffen grasped Isabella’s derrière tighter; he enjoyed the blissful tidal wave of passion that over-swept him.

He shook her buttocks and thrust inside of her.

A river of sperm cascaded out the pulsating cavity of Isabella's pussy.

“You are very generous.” She humped her pelvis.

Isabella’s lips met Steffen’s lips as his manhood receded to its original state. She inched her face back. With one hand; her fingers outlined the angular of his face.

“You are very handsome you know.”

“I expect you to show me tonight, how handsome I am under the covers.”

“I hope you could get used to a very impish house guest.”

“I will be the judge of that.”

Isabella placed a final kiss on Steffen's mouth, untangled her legs, and slid down.

Steffen leaned against the balcony door, and continued to pant while sweat leaked from his pores.

“Come here.”

Steffen pulled Isabella to him, clasped her chin, and kissed her thoroughly.

Isabella held Steffen by the small of his back.

Steffen eased the intensity of the kiss. He kissed her forehead.

“You have bewitched me Signorina Tramaine.”

"I'm glad my pussy could be of service."

"It most certainly has, and very tight to the last drop."

Isabella blushed.

Steffen took a step back and zipped up his pants.

Isabella bent down and recovered her bikini underwear. She wiped her legs down and then stepped into them; she slid them up her legs, and flattened down her skirt.

Steffen glanced down at his watch.

“I would love to stay and finish this up, but I have a few pressing matters at my office that really needs my immediate supervision.”

“You go on along. I’ll be fine.” She palmed his semi-flaccid manhood. “You have already done so much."

"There will be much more for my mischievous house guest this evening."

He looked down into her face.

Steffen perceived Isabella’s vulnerability. He caressed her cheek.

“Isabella, I know you have been through a very strange ordeal. I guarantee this is behind you. I would never let anything or anyone harm you.”

Steffen hugged her to him; he tried to alleviate some of her unspoken fears; he drew back.

“Look at me belle.”

Emerald-colored eyes stared up into ebony-colored eyes.

“From this day forth, please learn to trust me. I recognize my past actions have given you reasonable doubts not too. However, you have my solemn word to trust me with your heart. I am helplessly falling in...; I care for you very much.”

Isabella assumed Steffen would announce something else to her, other than what he proclaimed. She cared for him, but for some justification, she wanted him to feel more.

Steffen landed a kiss to her lips.

“Feel better now?”

“Umm, much better,” Isabella confessed.

“On that reassuring note. I will see you later this evening my love. Please make yourself feel like this is your casa. I will try to finish up at my office much earlier, and Signorina Tramaine.”

“Yes Mr. Galeio.”

“I always did like a comparable history lesson to reoccur if it is worth remembering.” Steffen kissed Isabella on her lips. “Tonight my love,” Steffen reminded Isabella with anticipation.

He grabbed her hand and both walked off the balcony. He kissed her on the lips once again at the door.

Steffen dropped his hand, and reached under Isabella's skirt. He palmed over the mound of her pussy. His fingers galloped through her wet downy hairs.

He removed his hand and smeared the wetness under his nostrils.

“You are very contemptible.”

"This is a mon's world."

He winked at her, landed a quick kiss to her lips, and then opened the door.

Steffen walked out his residence.

Isabella locked the door behind his exit.

Isabella begin to explore Steffen’s home. She lifted several small artistic figurines, and then replaced them in its proper position. Isabella ran her fingers over the keys of a white oak Baldwin Grand piano centered in the middle of his grandeur living room.

She inspected various photographs placed on top of Steffen’s fireplace mantel board. One photograph in particular caught her eyes she picked it up and studied it.

The photograph was of a toothless young boy with ebony-colored eyes and a mop of tight curls holding a winner’s trophy. A woman of Italian descent stood next to him.

Isabella assumed the beautiful young woman in the photograph was Steffen’s parent. Her smile and eyes was a replica of Steffen’s facial genetic features. Isabella heard someone fumble with the door lock and then open the door. She placed the photograph back down.

“Sig. Galeio!”

A medium built woman of short height and Italian descent bustled through the door and closed it. She turned around. “Sig Galeio..., I.”

The woman stopped her speech in mid-sentence.

Isabella greeted the woman with her eyes.

“Who…who are you? How did you get in here? I advise you to leave before I call security.”

The woman placed the bags of groceries down on a Victorian three-piece table stationed near the entrance door.

“Buon pomeriggio, mi chiamo Isabella Tramaine. Io sono un ospite di Steffen.”

Isabella tried to relieve the tension in the air.

“Parli italiano?”

 “Parlo pochissimo italiano.

"My name is Signorina Isabella Tramaine; I am a temporary house guest of Sig. Galeio."

“And this change of event occurred when young lady?”

The woman’s English dialect was very comprehensive.

“An incidence that involved my presence happened late this afternoon, and Sig. Galeio was nice enough to assist me.”

“Why was I not informed about this?”

The inquisitive woman folded her arms over her bosom.

“The arrangement was agreed upon unexpectedly.”

Why did Isabella assume she was being interrogated, and by whom, the housekeeper?

“How long will you be residing here?”

The housekeeper took the necessary time to study Isabella’s appearance from head to toe.

A striking donna she declared, but no future match to her Brianna she thought.

“Excuse me. May I ask what importance of this business is yours?”

“Well since you asked. I maintain this casa efficiently, and all unforeseen circumstances usually gets my pre-approval. I have been here far too long to be upstaged by anyone. I hope I am making myself clear young lady?”

“I hear you loud and clear signorina.”

Isabella was taken aback by the other woman’s open display of rudeness.

“Now that we understand each other’s place here, you may call me Signorina Rosa.”

Miss. Rosa lifted the bags of groceries and headed toward the kitchen she stopped and pivoted.

“As a matter of speaking, you may have already been introduced to my niece; she is Sig. Galeio’s personal assistant, Signorina Deavax. They go back a very long way. Rumor has it; she may become La Signora Galeio soon?”

Miss. Rosa boasted proudly.

Isabella knew exactly what Miss. Rosa was hinting at.

The comment shattered her illusion.

“Come to think of it Signorina Rosa. No, I haven’t heard that information. As you stated yourself, they’re only rumors. And any fool knows not to believe everything they hear.”

Miss. Rosa lifted her eyebrows behind Isabella’s hidden meaning.

“So naive you are signorina,” Miss. Rosa hissed.

She walked into the kitchen.

Isabella walked over to the door and gathered her suitcase in one hand and her overnight traveling bag in the other. She climbed the staircase and walked inside one of the guest’s bedroom.

Isabella unpacked her bags and hung her clothes in the white-carpeted walk-in-closet. She grabbed her toiletries from off the dresser and headed to the bathroom.

Prior to entering the guestroom’s bathroom.

Marble Ancient statues of onyx graced the four junctions of the spacious carpeted adjoining sitting room.

The bathroom was larger than her voluminous eat-in-kitchen alone.

The Jacuzzi style bathtub was crafted out of solid gold with solid gold attached fixtures; the coordinated color perfected the black and white octagon checkered marble tile. The bathroom mirrored throughout gave her a royal whimsical thought she was a guest at a five star-rated hotel.

Isabella bent over and lifted the linked plug and inserted it into the drain. She turned on both water faucet knobs. She straightened her posture and removed her clothing attire; she laid everything on a double basin countertop. She twisted her hair up in a knot and tugged it under. She turned off both water faucet knobs, and then stepped down in the spacious Jacuzzi bathtub.

Isabella thought back to what Miss. Rosa stated.

"Steffen and Brianna." Isabella questioned herself.

If so, she had no first hand inkling.

“Rumors,” Isabella laughed out.

She enjoyed the balance of her leisure soak in peace.


       
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Written by SweetKittyCat5
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