 As the morning sun kissed the eastern sky, its bright streams gently caressed young Natasha's face. Their growing intensity caused her to stir until she was awakened by them. Yawning and stretching, she reluctantly pulled her nude form out of the warm cocoon of blankets. Goosebumps began to form as she scurried along the cold, hardwood floors towards the closet for a robe. Her perky breasts stood erect from the chill and she kneaded them with her hands to warm them. They were so sensitive, almost to the point of being painful. Just another reminder of how much she missed being touched. She let her fingers roam over her wanton body, taking small delight in lingering over her smooth, freshly shaved flower. The cold morning air was chilling her to the bone and she abruptly stopped and wrapped herself in her cushy robe.
 As she headed for the kitchen, she gave a glance over at the clock and scowled in her heavy native Russian accent... 'Damn, only seven? I really need to buy a shade for dat vindow!' She had recently moved into the tiny studio apartment above the strip joint, in San Francisco's seedy waterfront warehouse district. After having just left her mail-order husband and working nights in the club below, it was all she could afford. In the daytime it was a relatively quiet place. It was only under the cover of darkness of night that seemed to bring out all the freaks. The most activity in the daylight hours seemed to be at the large, brownstone warehouse across the street from her. The windows were blackened and there was no sign on it. She often daydreamed about what type of business was there. Its architecture almost reminded her of some of the castles that dotted the countryside near her hometown.
In the mornings with coffee, she would amuse herself watching the people coming and going. She wondered if it was a modeling agency or something. The men were all so handsome, as were the women beautiful. They always arrived in big, fancy cars and would park them at the sidestreet entrance. She would spy on them as they walked around the building, to the front entrance before her balcony. She was tempted to go over and ask for directions at the front desk just to be able to get a glimpse inside. They intrigued her so much that she sometimes fantasized about being a sex slave to some of them.
There was one man that she was particularly smitten with. So much so, that she would touch herself while watching him walk to the entry. He was a large muscular man with a finely chiseled body, and would arrive at the same time dressed in black leather everyday. Many times she played with herself with her robe open on the balcony, in hopes that one day he would look up and see her. She loved that he was a bit older than she was, and always had this confident look about him. Just watching him for those brief moments made her daydream so hot and wet, often picturing him naked.
Just like clock work, he arrived on the side street at Ten a.m. Natasha was already dressed and ready to run errands by then. With her stomach growling and an empty fridge, she was ready to hit up the open markets down by the wharf for fresh pastries and coffee. She hadn't noticed his car outside the window as she grabbed her keys and ran out. Just as she popped out into the street, he turned the corner. Almost immediately their eyes locked. She froze in her steps, almost breathless, then smiled coyly at him and blushed. All those wet dreams streamed through her head until the sound of his voice brought her back to the moment. A warm smile came to his face, as his eyes combed her curvaceous petite figure. They were good at hiding what he was really thinking at that moment.
 He spoke with a slight British accent... 'Good morning young Miss, lovely day, eh??' She was so taken by his friendly demeanor; all she could blurt out is 'Fabulous day for breakvast on the Wharv!’ as she began to walk in the other direction. 'All the way down there this early? Seems a right long way for a bite, if you ask me', he said. Just as she turned to respond, he arrived at the arched entry way and yelled back to her... 'You know, the studio always puts out a big breakfast spread for us and it hardly gets touched by the actresses. Such a shame to see all that food go to waste... Would you care to join me for some breakfast?' Did she hear right??, she wondered. Actresses?? Wow! This must be a movie studio!! Maybe he was an actor. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! Her heart raced and a lump came to her throat as she choked to respond. 'Uhmm.. (Hesitantly) Well, it is kind of a far walk to the wharf. Ok. Sure, why not.
Hurriedly, she crossed the street as he held the door. 'Zank you', she replied in her thick accent. A bit flustered and excited, she relished the thought of sharing breakfast with her dream man. As they crossed the reception area, he spoke more softly and asked 'You don't sound like you are from around here. Where abouts are you from love?' As they traveled down the long, dark hallway she replied softly, 'No I am not...Moscow. I have been in dis country about a year'. Finally they arrived at a small dining area. 'Reeeeeeally?' He asked inquisitively as he held the door again for her. 'I'm from jolly old England myself', he said smiling. When they stepped in, she couldn't believe the amount of food before her. It was a feast fit for a king! He told her to go help herself at the buffet and that he would meet her at the corner table by the door. He watched her delicate physique as she reached over for her choices, her pale, round cheeks peeking out from within her mini skirt. He was so entranced by her untouched beauty, that his cock filled with cream just fantasizing about he would really prefer his breakfast served.
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