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A Magical Night in New York City

By Gianni Shamari

Copyright ©2024

Maré stepped out of the elevator onto the 58th floor of the SUMMIT One Vanderbilt, feeling the cool air of the towering skyscraper hit his face. He was a New York billionaire playboy who had seen it all, or so he thought. But as he turned the corner, he saw Indian fashion model and actress Anchal Joseph standing before a floor-to-ceiling window, her sleek black hair cascading down her shoulders and her hazel eyes glinting in the sunlight.

"Excuse me, Miss Joseph?" Maré said, approaching her slowly.

Anchal turned around, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Yes?" she replied, her voice soft and melodic.

Maré couldn't help but notice the intricate details of her sari, the bright colors, and patterns that seemed to dance in the light. "I couldn't help but admire your outfit," he said, gesturing to her dress.

"Thank you," Anchal said, smiling politely. "It's a traditional Indian garment called a sari."

Maré nodded, his eyes still fixed on her. "I'm Maré," he said, extending his hand.

Anchal took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Anchal," she replied.

As they stood there, gazing out at the breathtaking view of the city, Maré couldn't help but feel drawn to Anchal. He wanted to know more about her, to hear her voice again. "Would you like to go for a walk?" he asked, gesturing towards the door.

Anchal hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Sure," she said, and they set off down the hallway.

Maré and Anchal walked down the bustling streets of New York City, their conversation flowing effortlessly. The distant sound of honking cars and the chatter of people filled the air as they talked about their lives, interests, and passions. Maré couldn't help but notice how her bangles jingled softly every time she moved her hand, and the scent of her perfume mingled with the fresh air.

"It's always been a dream of mine to work in the fashion industry," Anchal said, her voice filled with passion. "I love how clothing can express so much about a person without them even saying a word."

Maré nodded, impressed by her dedication to her craft. "I can see that. You certainly have an eye for fashion."

Anchal smiled, her hazel eyes lighting up. "Thank you. I've always loved the intricate details and the bright colors of traditional Indian clothing. It tells a story."

As they continued their walk, the sun began to set over the city, casting a warm glow over everything. "It's beautiful," Anchal said, gazing at the skyline.

Maré couldn't help but agree. "Yeah, it is. I never thought I'd find someone like you in this city."

Anchal looked at him, her expression curious. "What do you mean?"

Maré shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Someone who's not afraid to be themselves, who has a passion for something real."

Anchal's cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away. "Thank you," she said softly.


They continued their walk, enjoying each other's company as the city around them came to life with the vibrant lights of the night. When they turned a corner, they saw a breathtaking sight. The Field of Light, created by renowned artist Bruce Munro, was a vast expanse of illuminated spheres that glowed in various colors. The spheres were placed strategically to create patterns that seemed to dance in the wind.

"It's beautiful," Anchal gasped, her eyes wide with wonder. "I've never seen anything like it."

Maré smiled, happy to see her enjoying the display. "It's one of my favorite installations in the city," he said. "It's like walking through a dream."

As they walked through the field, the spheres seemed to come alive, casting a soft glow on their faces. Gentle music filled the air, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

Anchal touched one of the spheres, feeling its cool surface. "It's like touching a star," she said, smiling.

Maré chuckled. "Yeah, it is. I love how it creates a sensory experience—visual but also auditory and tactile."

Anchal nodded, her eyes still fixed on the spheres. "It's like a whole other world inside this field," she said.

As they continued their walk, they talked about the installation and how it made them feel. The spheres seemed to dance around them, creating a magical ambiance.

"I feel like I could stay here forever," Anchal said, her voice dreamy.

Maré smiled. "I know what you mean. It's like time stands still in here."

As they exited the field, the city's bright lights again engulfed them. But the memory of the Field of Light stayed with them, a magical moment they both shared.

As they walked away from the Field of Light, Anchal smiled at Maré. "Why don't we continue this amazing night at my apartment?" she suggested. "It's just a few blocks away at the Trump World Tower."

Maré couldn't help but feel excited about spending more time with Anchal. "Sure, that sounds great," he replied, following her lead.

As they walked towards the towering building, Anchal described her apartment in sensory detail. "I have a breathtaking view of the city from my living room, and my apartment is filled with vibrant colors and textures that will leave you feeling energized," she said, her tone playful and inviting.

Maré couldn't wait to see it for himself. "You have a way with words, Anchal," he said, smiling.


Moments later, they entered her apartment, and her accurate description struck Maré. Vibrant colors filled the living room, from the deep red rug to the bright blue throw pillows. The large windows offered a stunning view of the city below, and a warm, cozy glow bathed the room. Anchal led Maré into her apartment, the scent of East Indian spices wafting through the air. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and colorful artwork, creating a cozy atmosphere. "Make yourself at home," Anchal said, gesturing towards the living room as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Cool,” Maré responded.

"Can I get you anything to drink and eat?" she asked.

"Sure," Mare replied. "I have a taste for homecooked Indian food."

 Maré sat on the plush couch, admiring the stunning view of the city from the floor-to-ceiling window. He took in the details of the apartment as he waited for her to return. He noticed the intricate patterns on the curtains and the beautiful artwork on the walls. The scent of exotic spices wafted from the kitchen, making his mouth water.

When Anchal returned with two glasses of red wine, Maré couldn't help but comment on the aroma. "What is this?" he asked, taking a sip.

Anchal grinned. "It's a special blend of spices my mother taught me to use in cooking. It's called garam masala, a staple in Indian cuisine. Excuse me while I get the food."

Maré couldn't wait to see what Anchal had cooked up for dinner. As Anchal emerged from the kitchen carrying a large platter of food, Maré's stomach rumbled in anticipation. The aroma of cumin, coriander, and turmeric filled the room, making his mouth water. Anchal set the platter on the table, revealing an array of dishes. Chicken tikka masala, lamb vindaloo, saag paneer, and naan bread were there. The colors were vibrant, and Anchal garnished the dishes with fresh herbs.

"Wow, Anchal, this looks amazing," Maré said, his eyes lighting up.

Anchal smiled, taking a seat across from him. "Thank you. I love cooking traditional Indian dishes. It's a way to connect with my roots and share a piece of my culture with others."

Maré took a bite of the chicken tikka masala, savoring the creamy tomato-based sauce and tender chicken. "This is delicious," he said, nodding in approval.

Anchal grinned. "I'm glad you like it. Food is such an important part of Indian culture. It brings people together and creates a sense of community."

As they ate, Maré and Anchal talked about their favorite foods, cultural significance, and the importance of sharing meals with loved ones. The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by the occasional sound of silverware against plates.

"I think food is one of the most powerful ways to connect with people," Anchal said, sipping water. "It's a way to share a piece of yourself with others."

Maré nodded, his eyes fixed on her. "I couldn't agree more. There's something special about sharing a meal with someone. It's like a bonding experience."

As they finished their meal, Anchal brought a tray of Indian sweets. There were gulab jamun, rasgulla, and jalebi; all made fresh by Anchal. Maré couldn't resist taking a bite of each one, savoring the sweetness and texture of each dessert.

"This was amazing, Anchal," Maré said, leaning back in his chair. "Thank you for sharing your culture with me."

Anchal smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling. "Anytime. It was my pleasure."

As they sat there, sipping chai tea and talking about their lives, Maré couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with Anchal. The combination of good food, great conversation, and a stunning city view created a magical atmosphere.

As the night wore on, Maré knew this was a night he would never forget. It all started with a chance encounter at the SUMMIT One Vanderbilt. Maré was getting ready to leave; Anchal looked at him with a hint of sadness.

"Do you have to go?" she asked softly. "It's still early, and I don't want this night to end."

Maré paused, feeling a sudden surge of warmth in his chest. He had enjoyed every moment of the night with Anchal, and the thought of leaving her side was almost unbearable.

"No, I don't have to go," he said, his voice low. "But I don't want to overstay my welcome."

Anchal smiled, taking his hand in hers. "You could never overstay your welcome with me," she said gently. "I was thinking...why don't you stay the night?"

Maré felt his heart skip a beat at her words. The idea of spending the night with Anchal was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. But he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with her, to feel her warmth and hear her soft voice.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice uncertain.

Anchal nodded, her eyes shining. "I'm sure. I have an extra bedroom. Plus, I don't want you to brave the night alone."

Maré couldn't help but smile at her kindness. "Okay, I'll stay," he said, his heart beating faster.

Maré couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. He had never spent the night with someone he barely knew, but something about Anchal made him feel safe and comfortable. Anchal led him to the guest bedroom.

Anchal gestured towards the bed, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll go get you some blankets and pillows."

Maré nodded, suddenly saddened at the thought of being alone in the guest bedroom. But as Anchal returned with the blankets and pillows, she surprised him by sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

Maré nodded, feeling a sudden surge of warmth at her touch. "Yeah, everything's fine," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Anchal smiled, tucking the blankets around him. "Goodnight, Maré," she said, her eyes searching his.

Maré felt a sudden rush of emotion at her words, and before he knew it, he leaned in to kiss her. Anchal responded eagerly, her lips soft and warm against his. Maré felt a sense of wonder and excitement. He had never felt such a strong connection with someone before, and he knew that this night would be one to remember. It was on!

Anchal found herself on top of Maré. She unbuttoned his shirt while holding eye contact as she whipped off her top to reveal her natural, firm, round breasts. Then Anchal kissed his well-toned body passionately. Maré moaned from the pleasure. Smiling, Anchal began riding Maré slowly. He cupped her tits and utilized his fingers to pinch her peaked nipples.

Maré looked up at Anchal's face and watched her ride him cowgirl style. He held onto her hips as she sprang up and down, loving the sensation. Her sweaty, curvy figure and natural ample assets bounced and jiggled with each movement.

"Does it feel good on top, princess?" Maré asked.

"Yes, it feels great," Anchal answered.

She rode the hell out of Maré's dick like a carnival and had him speaking in tongues. Her hands were on his chest as she rhythmically rose and fell on his hard cock.

"Yes, baby, fuck me like a whore. Tell me you're my whore." Maré panted.

"I'm your whore," Anchal replied softly. "I'm going to cum on you."

She rode his dick faster. Then, that hot, erotic feeling happened. The sensation started from her spasmed wet pussy and traveled through her body. Anchal's intense orgasm excited every nerve, making her tremble as she pumped Maré's shaft frantically with her hips. She came so hard that it took her breath away.

"Yes, my Pocahontas, cum hard on that dick." Maré sighed. "You look so fucking sexy cumming on that dick."

When her orgasm subsided, Anchal hopped off his dick and began performing fellatio on him. She loved the taste of her essence on his dick as she slathered it with her saliva.

"I taste so good on your dick," Anchal slurped.

She continued giving him a sloppy blowjob, applying pressure with her full, wet lips. Maré stared at this sexy Indian princess performing an epic virtuoso dick-sucking job while massaging her pussy with his fingers. Anchal was dripping wet.

"You're so wet." Maré smiled.

"You have me so horny," Anchal said softly.

"I want to taste you," Maré told her.

Anchal lay on her back with her legs spread. Maré licked his lips as he went down, licking her pussy deeply. Maré stuck his tongue deep inside her hole. He darted his tongue into her pussy, sucking her labia. Maré's tongue explored the wet folds of Anchal's pussy like a savant. His hot and demanding wet lips wrapped around her throbbing clit. He degusted every inch of her pussy. Maré's oral assault drove Anchal's passion to maximum levels. Eyes tight closed, she moaned, groaned, and her legs trembled uncontrollably as her erotic juices bathed Maré's face.

“I love it,” Maré gulped.

Barely recovered from the orgasm, her heart pumping and boobs heaving, Anchal inserted Maré's cock into her craving pussy. Maré began slowly fucking her, enjoying every second of her drooling pussy. He sped up the pace, thrusting Anchal's pussy faster and harder. Maré loved the sight of her tits bouncing and her erect nipples rubbing against his chest.

"Fuck me," Anchal cried.

Maré started plowing into her pussy relentlessly, faster and deeper, slamming against the entrance of her womb. The sensation of Anchal's velvety walls hugging his shaft had him near an orgasm.

"You are so hot!" Maré moaned. "You're going to make me cum."

"Cum in me!" Anchal begged. "Cum in my pussy!"

Staring at her hypnotized erotic eyes and hearing the dirty talk, Maré couldn't resist the urge to fill her pussy with cum. After three rugged pumps, Maré came deep inside Anchal's pussy. Slowly, he pulled out, and a load of thick white cum was glued to the entry of Anchal's cunt.

"God… you're amazing!" Maré sighed.

"You're incredible," Anchal murmured. "You got my body shaking. That cum feels so good inside me. Nice and warm. You're the best I ever had."

"And you're one of the best," Maré beamed. "Thank you for that sexual healing."

He was still hard and ready for round two. Anchal got on all fours with her ass high in the air. Maré got behind her and resumed the hot, passionate sex. He had found someone special in Anchal and knew this was just the beginning of something unique.

About Gianni Shamari:

New York native Gianni Shamari coined the term “champagne erotica,” a fast-paced erotic story that captures the celebration of the champagne lifestyle. He made his publishing debut with the erotic tale “Another Best Erotic Night Of My Life” in 2016, The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine anthology. Gianni has been writing for Bare Back Magazine for eight years. His novellas "Monica Hershel: Predator on Top" and "His Highness, the Philogynist" established him as an author. Gianni's third erotic novella, "Maré & Monica: The Best of Both Worlds," showed his growth as a writer. He just released his fourth erotic novella, "Ecstasy Around the World," which is a must-read.

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