I pulled the Kenworth into the driveway, drove it into its spot next to the house, and shut down the big Cat diesel. After checking everything out inside the cab, I grabbed my bag from the sleeper, opened the door, and stepped out into the chill Alaskan evening. I had just completed a three-day run to Kenai and back; I was tired and smelled of diesel, cigars, and stale coffee.
Out of reflex I locked the cab doors. This brought a chuckle to my reeling brain as I stepped down from the cab of the truck, “Who’s going to break into this thing way out here.” I thought to myself as I walked around the big rig to check out everything one more time.
Satisfied that everything was fine I plugged in the engine and transmission warmers, walked briskly to the steps and climbed up to the porch. I stopped there to take in the solitude of the rural scene. After days of constant noise and vibration the soft whisper of the breeze in the bare branches of the alder and birch trees brought a smile to my lips and peace to my heart.
As far as I could see in the chill December night there was nothing to disturb my tranquility and peace. The northern lights wove their trail across the clear night sky, forming a translucent curtain over the innumerable stars in the dark firmament.
I took a long deep breath, exhaled slowly, my breath forming a thick cloud of vapor in the frigid night air, and reached for the doorknob. It turned without much noise and I pushed the door open and stepped into the welcome warmth of my house.
Putting my bag down on the landing, I hung my coat on the coat rack before retrieving my bag and climbed the short flight of stairs to the living room. I turned at the top of the stairs and was in the process of walking to my bedroom when a voice came out of no where, “How was your trip?”
Startled out of my reverie I turned toward the couch and saw Christine sitting there wrapped up in an old afghan, with a drink in her hand. She raised her glass in salute and took a big swig.
The movement of her arms caused the afghan to shift slightly, exposing a sleek, bare shoulder. The afghan was a ratty old thing my ex-wife had crocheted many years ago that I used to cover the worn fabric on the back of the couch. It was more holes than yarn and through the gaps in the fabric I could see that she wasn’t wearing much under the blanket, just a light nightgown I surmised and little or nothing more.
I suppose that I gawked a bit longer than I realized because I saw a smile slowly grow on Christine’s lips and she repeated her words slowly as if talking to a child, “How was your trip?’ Then added, “Did you have some trouble? I figured that you’d be getting in earlier today.”
I shook my head to clear my mind and turned to walk to my room. “No trouble. Just the usual hurry up and wait.” I said as I walked away.
“That’s good.” She responded. “I was about to get worried.”
That statement confused my muddled brain a bit because we weren’t all that close. Christine was my roommate, Becky’s, daughter. She had been living in the home with us for a few months after being discharged from the Army.
She was a pleasant enough young woman but we were not really all that friendly. We just passed each other on our way in or out, exchanged a few words in passing and got on with our separate lives.
I’d known Chrissie and Becky for close to ten years and we had always gotten along well enough, but I was not exactly her favorite person in the whole world. She usually just put up with my behavioral whimsies with a shake of a disapproving head or a smirk of post adolescent superiority.
I stepped through the door to my room. “I didn’t know you cared.” I quipped as I put the bag down on the bed and began pulling dirty clothes from my bag and tossing them casually into the hamper.
“Yeah, well.” She began, “Truth is, I need you to fix my car. It broke down today and it’s sitting in the parking lot at work.” She finished.
“Figured it had to be something like that.” I said with a snort as I tossed the empty bag onto the floor of the closet and stepped out into the hall.
“Now don’t be so damn cynical John.” She countered as I strolled into the living room.
“Sorry, I’m just tired I think.” I apologized as I walked past her and into the kitchen.
“That’s ok.” She chuckled. “I figured as much.” Then she added, “There’s a pitcher of Margarita’s in the fridge if you’re thirsty.”
“Is the bear catholic? Does the pope shit in the woods?” I respond as I opened the fridge and pulled the almost full pitcher from its place on the shelf.
I grabbed a glass from the dish rack and filled it to the rim. I put the glass to my lips and took a good healthy pull. It sure tasted good and it sure was strong. “Tastes good.” I called over my shoulder.
“You don’t have to yell.” She replied from much closer than I expected.
I turned my head and saw her standing just a few feet away leaning on the doorframe to the kitchen. She still had the drink in her hand and the afghan wrapped tightly around her.
I turned around, leaned back on the counter, and ran my tired eyes over her appreciatively. Christine, or Chrissie as I called her was definitely a lovely lady not beautiful but definitely easy on the eyes.
She stood around five foot nine with honey blonde hair. She had a firm muscular body with a nice tight stomach below a pair of exemplary boobs that appeared very firm. She was a bit of a loner but never seemed to lack for male companionship when she wanted the attention. She was selective with her companions I guess you could say. She might go weeks without dating and then go through a half dozen young swags in a week of debauchery when she had the urge. The horn rim glasses she normally wore may have made her look a little bookish, but I knew for a fact that she loved a good party and a good time.
“Cheers.” I said as I lifted my glass in a salute.
“Cheers.” She responded and we both lifted our drinks to our lips.
I drained half of my drink in one gulp then pulled the glass down to once more take in Chrissie’s scenery. She still had her glass to her lips and was in the process of draining her drink.
With her arm raised the afghan had fallen open exposing a pale blue nightgown that was nearly see through. Just like a barbed wire fence it protected the property but didn’t obstruct the view. From where I stood I could see a fair amount of delectable cleavage and the round expanse of the side of one breast that nearly pushed past the strap of her nightgown. The faint tantalizing outline of her aureole and the imprint of her nipples against the sheer blue fabric made me catch my breath and stare.
I could feel my breath quicken, my mind whirl, and my dick begin to harden. “Damn, I need to get laid more often!” I thought to myself before pulling my gaze away from her rather pleasant mammary. I raised the glass to my lips once more, drained its contents before turning around to pick up the pitcher and refill the glass once more.
I was just picking my glass up from the counter when Chrissie quipped, “What’s a girl gotta do to get a refill around here?”
I turned my head and saw Chrissie standing there with her glass extended toward me. She wiggled her empty glass to let me know that she was waiting for a refill.
“I don’t know, let me think on that a bit.” I replied slowly. I paused for a second as if contemplating the possibilities and then I retorted, “How about a little table dance for the master of the house?” I said this with a leering grin as I turned with the pitcher to refill her empty glass.
Her glass topped off she replied, “Thanks. But I don’t give table dances to dirty old men.” She laughed as she pulled the afghan back together and turned back toward the living room.
As she moved away she did a little wiggle and shimmied her ass in my direction. “You think that’ll do ya?” She asked as she walked briskly back toward the couch.
“I guess it’ll have to do.” I said as I put down my drink and turned my attention to building myself a little snack.
I made myself a sandwich, grabbed some chips and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. The simple food tasted good after three days of coffee, cigars, and little else. When I finished the meal I pushed the plate away, got up to make myself a cup of instant coffee, then returned to the table. Sipping at the warm coffee my brain slipped into a contemplative phase and I began to consider the whys and wherefores of my recent life.
All in all things could be a lot worse right now. I was in good health, my house and land were all paid for and my truck was the only bill that I had.
I kept busy these days. In fact business had been a bit too good and had kept me on the road so much that I had virtually no personal life at all. Sure there was the occasional one nighter or drunken tryst with a hooker. But, those were even becoming rare. Not many women wanted a relationship predicated on sex in the sleeper of a semi in some unlit rest area. And I was getting too old to take any risks with getting some disease from some old scraggly whore.
My wife had left me on Christmas a couple of years ago and I’d never bothered to get a replacement. I had returned from a run to Seattle to find the house empty, my bank account stripped and a note saying that she was on her way to L. A. to live with her sister. The note went on a bit over two pages but the gist of it was that she was tired of never having a man around when she needed one. I guess the life of the wife of a long haul trucker was not an easy one.
Shortly after Linda, my wife, walked out Becky had moved in. Becky and I had been on again off again lovers for many years. Life on the road is at its best lonely and you learn to get love where you can, even if it’s not at home.
At first Becky and I were red-hot lovers and shared many mad nights of unrestrained lust. But the passion soon waned and now we were just friends, fuck friends she called us because we occasionally, when our schedules allowed and our needs dictated, shared each other’s beds.
Becky worked part time as a waitress in the local roadhouse but most of the time she was a pilot car driver for a local trucking company. She was gone from home almost as much as I was so our paths seldom crossed these days. But, when we were home together, the bedsprings generally got a good work out.
Chrissie was Becky’s only kid. I had known her since she was in junior high, so she was almost like a daughter or niece to me. She grew up wild and had been hell on wheels as an adolescent but the Army had straightened her out.
Chrissie had done a stint in the service right after high school. She had just gotten out maybe five months ago, and had moved back home to Alaska.
She had moved in with us until she could put together a grubstake. She worked as an office temp when the work came up and as a waitress and bartender in one of the local watering holes when she needed to. She was looking for a place of her own in town, but hadn’t found anything yet.
I didn’t mind Chrissie being around, hell, I barely saw her most of the time. She worked long, hard hours and she didn’t get in my way much when she was around. She was more than welcome to remain here but she seemed pretty keen about living on her own; the living arrangements here were a bit strained sometimes for her I guess.
Chrissie had slept on the couch for a while after she had moved in, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that we all needed a bit more privacy and I had converted a portion of the basement to a bedroom for her. This arrangement gave her privacy for when she entertained the men in her life. Over the first few weeks I had been surprised way too many times in the middle of the night when I stepped out to get a snack from the kitchen and found her in a compromising position with a local stud on the floor of the living room.
I recalled one night in particular. I had stumbled out of my bedroom to get myself a drink and had taken maybe three steps into the living room when I became aware of impassioned grunts coming from the other side of the room. I stopped stock-still and looked in the direction of the grunting.
With the faint light from the full moon cascading through the picture window I could readily make out the forms of two figures locked in throes sexual intimacy. It was fairly obvious that one of the forms was Chrissie and I had no idea who the other figure was, but whoever it was, definitely was having a good time doing Chrissie doggy style.
They were turned at an angle to me so they had no idea that I was there. All I could see was the bare buttocks of the man thrusting again and again toward the hind end of Chrissie and the bounce of Chrissie’s full breasts as each thrust slapped home in her.
I watched for a minute or two, enthralled by the scene before me. I was a bit drunk and I even thought about asking if I could join in the fun. But I didn’t, instead I just walked to the kitchen, grabbed my bottle of tequila off the counter and quietly retraced my steps to the bedroom to resume my nocturnal activity with Becky.
To my knowledge Chrissie had any inkling that I had witnessed her carnal activities that night. But, sometimes my fantasy that she had actually known that I stood there watching her as she got a good fucking and had continued the show just for me, made my masturbation in the darkened sleeper of the truck much more satisfying.
“You going to be anti social or something?” Chrissie called from the living room.
“Nope.” I replied as I stood up from the table and picked up the empty plate. “Just day dreaming.” I finished as I sat the plate in the sink and picked up the half filled pitcher of margaritas from the counter.
I walked into the living room and gestured with the pitcher toward Chrissie. “”Ya need a refill?” I asked.
Chrissie simply raised her glass in response. I walked to her and topped off her drink before turning to my chair and sitting down. I refilled my own glass and leaned forward to place the now nearly empty pitcher on the coffee table.
“Where’s your Mom?” I asked as I leaned back in my over stuffed easy chair.
“She’s on a run up to the north slope, and then maybe down to Anchorage.” Chrissie replied as she pulled her glass from her lips. “She’ll be back in a four or five days.” She concluded softly.
“Sounds good.” I said, before continuing, “How come you’re home tonight. I thought that you were working Thursday nights at the Roadhouse.”
“Yeah I was. But it was so slow that they let me go home early.” She took a sip and continued, “Then my car wouldn’t start so I had to hitch a ride home with one of the cooks. End of story.”
I chuckled at that; she had picked that ‘end of story’ thing up sometime when she was in the Army. It was her way of ending the discussion of something distasteful or disturbing.
“Ok, I’ll take a look at it in the morning.” I responded as I lifted my glass to my lips.
We sat there in silence drinking our drinks. My eyes kept fluttering closed and try as I might to stay awake I must have dozed off for a while because I was startled awake when I felt something brush lightly against my knee.
I opened my eyes suddenly and jerked awake. I looked up and directly into the eyes of a lovely young lady. “Sorry.” She said as she leaned over. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just made a fresh pitcher and figured you might want a refill.”
Chrissies leg continued its contact with my knee. I could feel the gentle warmth of her body through my jeans. I felt my skin warm as faint desire coursed through my body. I shook my head to clear away the cobwebs. “How long have I been asleep?” I croaked in an attempt to take my mind off my undeniable desire for Chrissie.
“Not long, maybe an hour or so.” She replied as she filled my glass to the top.
“Damn, must be more tired than I thought.” I replied as I reached for my drink.
“Maybe you should go to bed.” She stated as she returned to the couch, put down the fresh pitcher on the coffee table, and snuggled back into her spot.
“Nope, too early.” I said before lifting my glass to my lips.
“Then I guess that I’ll have to entertain you. Don’t want you to doze off again.” She said as she folded her legs up underneath herself and pulled the afghan tight around her body.
“What do you have in mind?” I inquired lustily. “Ya gonna do a table dance or something?”
“I told ya before, no table dances here.” She declared. “You’re just going to have to settle for some sterling conversation.” She finished before launching into a brisk dialogue of her life and loves of the moment.
Chrissies voice faded into a drone in my head. She talked on and on, all the while drinking and gesturing. Occasionally her movements would cause the afghan to fall away and I would get a glimpse of cleavage as her breasts swayed with the motion of her arms.
Her skin was almost translucent and looked flawless to my tired and inebriated eyes. She was constantly repositioning the afghan up or pulling at the straps of her nightgown as it continually tried to slide off of her body.
I watched, enthralled, as small portions of her body were momentarily exposed to my view. At one point one entire side of her gown fell away and I got a clear view of her large brown aureole and very erect nipple. The friction of her skin against the fabric of her nightgown must have stimulated her because her nipple stood out like a long stiff eraser above the rosette of rosy brown skin of the aureole. She quickly and unselfconsciously pulled the strap back into place, but from that point on I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from the way that her nipples strained against the translucent fabric of her baby blue night gown.
I quickly was becoming extremely aroused as I watched her animated movements. I could sense my pulse rate rise and my breathing became ragged. The flesh of my little man became engorged and soon strained against the fabric of my jeans.
Once when Chrissie momentarily ceased her narrative, I tore my eyes from Chrissies heaving breasts, looked up and at her face and caught her gazing raptly at the bulge in my jeans.
For some bizarre reason I became self-conscious at her attention and quickly crossed my legs. I watched as a knowing smile crossed her face at my discomfiture. Still smiling she leaned forward on the couch and reached out toward the pitcher on the coffee table. She let the afghan fall away from her shoulders as she leaned over to lift the pitcher from the coffee table to pour her self another drink.
She seemed to lean over a bit more than need be as she reached for the pitcher of margaritas. With the afghan out of the way the only thing between my staring eyes and Chrissie’s alabaster skin was the translucent fabric of her light blue nightgown. The gown was a soft billowing garment that hung loosely on Chrissies body. As she leaned over her nightgown fell away from her body and I got a clear view of Chrissies very attractive breasts.
I sucked in a ragged breath as her tits came into view. Her nipples were indeed stimulated, they stood out long and hard and rosy from pale white iridescence of her skin. I must have stared holes in Chrissie’s soft flesh as she slowly refilled her glass.
She stopped her pouring when her glass was perhaps three fourths full and simply held the pitcher still. At that point I tore my gaze from her breasts and moved my attention to her face to discover that Chrissie was looking directly into my eyes.
I let out a soft gasp of embarrassment at being caught leering at her boobs. My soft gasp brought a broader smile to her lips and I felt a flush of embarrassment rise up and color my face. Chrissie simply smiled disarmingly at me and finished topping off her drink.
I yanked my eyes from her succulent flesh. For some reason I felt sullied for looking so lustily at Chrissie’s boobs. I was thirty years older than she was and I had known her for so long that I felt almost like she was family. The desire that now rose in my loins disturbed me on many levels, but most of all it embarrassed me because I didn’t think that I had a chance to get her into bed anyway. All in all I felt like some pathetic, drunken pervert lusting after a young girl with no chance of the lust being reciprocated.
I lifted my gaze to the ceiling and let out a long sigh. “Damn.” I muttered to myself. “Maybe I should go to bed after all.”
“You need a refill?” I heard Chrissie ask with a chuckle.
I looked down from the ceiling and realized that she had gotten up and was standing right in front of me with the pitcher in her hand. As I was about to decline her offer of a refill she leaned over and topped off my glass. The soft fabric of her nightgown fell away once more as she leaned in to top off my glass and I got another clear close up view of her flawless breasts and rosy colored nipples.
The view down her gown afforded me a view of a broad expanse of alabaster skin from the curve of her shoulder to the lace of her light blue colored bikini panties. As I stared at her exposed body, her skin took on a slight flush and I could swear that gooseflesh appeared on the velvet skin of her lovely boobs. Maybe it was the chill of the room, maybe it wasn’t.
The world could have exploded at that moment and I wouldn’t have noticed. Like any truly dirty old man my entire attention was focused on Chrissie’s seemingly perfect skin and swaying breasts. I watched enthralled as her breasts jiggled with the movement of her arms as she poured my drink. The jiggle snapped me back to reality and I looked up to gaze into the deep blue of her amused eyes.
Chrissie gazed teasingly back at me and her lips spread in a broad grin. Slowly she straightened up and turned to place the pitcher back on the coffee table. As she turned the afghan fell from her shoulders and she had to bend over to pick it up.
She slowly bowed to grab the blanket from the floor and I was only a few inches removed from Chrissies shapely ass. It might have been my inebriated state but I could have sworn that she held the pose an awfully long time, and maybe even swayed theatrically before me. Of course it might have been me that swayed though, after all I was a bit tipsy and a lot tired.
Chrissie slowly picked the afghan from the floor and slowly wrapped it around her body. “How about you taking me out on the town? I need some excitement tonight, maybe a little dancing or something.” She said as she pulled the afghan tight around her body and turned back toward me. “Please, please, please, please, I promise I’ll be good.” She begged with a little girls pout.
“Sorry baby.” I stated slowly. “I’m just too fucking tired for that right now. Anything that is going to happen will have to happen here or not at all.” I yawned widely and leaned back in the chair.
“Some boyfriend you are. But I guess I’ll have to live with it.” Chrissie declared teasingly.
“Didn’t know that I was your boyfriend.” I said stifling another yawn.
“One of many.” She said coyly. “That is if you want to be one.” She chuckled as she turned toward the couch.
“Sure, might be fun. You can be my best girl and I’ll be your boyfriend. What do you have in mind?” I said quietly but not without interest.
She stopped and seemed deep in thought for a moment and then responded, “How about a little dancing?”
“Sure.” I replied groggily. “But only here, I’m not going anywhere right now.” I added quickly.
Chrissie turned and walked to the stereo. She turned on the FM and a soft rock station came on. There was a soft ballad playing and she began to sway with the music. I watched as she let the afghan slide slowly from her shoulders and then tossed it casually onto the couch. Then she turned toward me and opened her arms wide in invitation.
I pushed myself out of the chair and staggered into Chrissies open arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled her lithe body tight against mine and leaned her head against my shoulder. I felt her breath on the short hairs of my neck and sensed my skin prickle with goose flesh.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her even tighter against me. Our thighs rubbed against each other as we slowly moved to the warm rhythms of the romantic tune playing on the radio. I felt my pulse rise and could have sworn that I heard Chrissie sigh softly as my hands caressed the soft flesh of her firm back.
My still rock hard shaft rubbed against her crotch as we swayed to the music. I know she had to feel it press against the silken fabric of her gown and rub against the hot skin of her stomach just above her mons veneris.
My hands slowly coursed over Chrissies soft flesh, slowly and sensually massaging the firm flesh of her back. My hands sliding down the velvet skin until I held the soft flesh of her firm buttocks in my calloused grasp.
I slightly bent my knees to bring my rigid member into contact with the searing warmth of her cunt and slowly pulled her body closer to mine. I felt the warmth of her breath on my neck continue and its cadence seemed to increase with our bodies contact, And I knew that her body seemed to rub against mine more insistently with the added contact.
I gently caressed the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her crotch tight against mine. Chrissie gently moaned, “Ummmmm.” And gently kissed the sensitive skin of my neck.
Chrissie’s moan should have spurred me on to greater heights of sensual massage, but what it actually did was make me aware of whom I was holding and caused me to pull my hands away from the tactile delights of Chrissies lovely ass.
Chrissie kissed me lightly on the neck; I felt her tongue burn the skin of my neck and then the sharp pain as she lightly bit me. She slowly ground her crotch against mine, pushing her hot cunt tight against my ragingly hard cock.
She pulled her hand from my neck and ran it down my right arm until it rested on my right hand. She slowly pushed my unresisting hand back down until it rested on the cheek of her butt. “Go ahead Johnny boy. I think it’ll be all right this one time. After all I am your best girl friend, right?”
“Mmmm yeah, my very best.” I growled as I gently cupped her firm ass once more in my eager hand.
I pulled her crotch closer against mine as we danced. I could hear her breath coming in rapid gasps as I rubbed my dick against the warmth of her cunt. The heat of her arousal was easy to sense through the thin fabric of her clothing. I could even smell the scent of her sex as we danced.
I kissed her cheek softly and she raised her lips to mine. Her lips touched mine and our mouths melted into one squirming mass.
I thrust my tongue between her lips and pushed into her mouth. She tasted of margarita, sweet and pungent. Our tongues moved against each other and she pushed her tongue hard against mine and forced it into my mouth where I sucked on it avidly.
Her hand went to the back of my head and pulled me even closer as she hungrily raped my mouth with her frenzied tongue. “Mmmmmph, ummmmm, ummmmm, ungh.” She grunted into my mouth as we kissed violently.
I pulled Chrissie as tight against me as I could manage. Our kiss was violent with repressed passion as we ground our bodies together.
My rock hard cock rubbed against her warm moist cunt. The sensation of our contact caused my cock to throb with increasing insistency until I couldn’t hold back anymore and I exploded into my underwear.
Chrissie pulled her lips from mine and buried her face in the crux of my neck. “Unnnngh, unnnngh, uuuuunph!” she grunted softly into my skin as I felt the muscles of her ass flex and her body quiver against me. She quaked for a minute or more as she convulsed in a massive orgasm before she went limp in my arms. I held her for a minute her lips wet against my skin and then she pulled back and said, “Whew! No more slow dancing. It’s too dangerous.”
“Yeah sure. Whatever you say baby.” I breathlessly but reluctantly agreed. Then I said as I stepped away from our warm embrace, “I need to clean up. I feel all sticky from the run.” I lied and walked quickly bedroom and its adjoining bathroom where I frantically stripped off my clothes and wiped the semen from my legs.
“I hope Chrissie didn’t realize what happened.” I thought to myself and then promptly laughed. I hadn’t cum in my pants like that since I was in high school. “I need to get laid more often.” I thought to myself as I began to remove my cum filled pants.
I pulled my clothes off and tossed them into the hamper. Then I walked into the adjoining bathroom and ran a nice warm shower. I stepped into the shower and carefully washed my legs and genitals free of semen. Then I washed my hair and rinsed my body down well.
I looked into the mirror as I toweled dry and realized that I needed a shave and broke out the electric shaver. It buzzed soothingly as I removed the two days stubble from my face. After splashing on some after-shave I walked back into my bedroom, pulled a pair of boxers out of my drawer and pulled them on. “I like jockeys better.” I heard Chrissie’s voice from behind me.
I must have jumped a mile because Chrissie chuckle softly. I turned and saw her standing in the door holding two drinks. She extended the hand with my drink in it and said, “Here, this’ll steady your nerves.”
I stepped toward her and took the proffered drink. I guess that unconsciously at the same time I must have tried to cover up the evidence of my rapidly hardening cock. “Don’t worry.” She said, “I’ve seen men naked more times than I can count.” Chrissie slurred dismissively.
I thought about that for a second, put the glass down on the nightstand, turned around and started to pull my boxers off, “You like jockeys do you? Well, I’ll just change then.”
“Oh shit, I was just kidding!” She exclaimed as she started to turn away.
“Getting shy on me, huh baby?” I said as I tossed the still warm boxers at her. She caught them in her free hand and turned to toss them at me just in time to see me lean over and get a pair of jockey shorts out of the drawer. I watched her face in the mirror as I bent over, slipped the jockeys on, and pulled the underwear mostly up.
Her gaze seemed to be riveted to my muscular ass as I slowly straightened up. I knew that my semi rigid dick must have been clearly visible to her in the mirror. I watched her expression reflected in the mirror, her eyes were wide with desire and she nervously licked her lips.
I brought the waistband to a point just below my genitals and held the pose for a few seconds. Chrissie lifted her drink to her lips and took a quick sip. Her hand seemed to shake a little as she lowered the glass to waist level once more and her face was flushed with more than the effects of the alcohol.
With the waistband of the shorts touching the sack of my balls I turned slowly around. I kept my semi rigid cock extended over the top of my jockeys, an open invitation for sexual action. I was horny as hell right now and wanted to have sex with Chrissie in the worst way. I was hoping that Chrissie would reciprocate my desire.
Chrissie’s gaze didn’t flinch one bit as my rapidly hardening meat came into full view. I stroked my penis lightly as I commenced tucking it away. I watched as Chrissie inhaled deeply, lifted her drink to her lips where she shakily took a sip, and then as she lowered the glass once more to breast level nervously lick her lips.
I smirked inwardly as I watched Chrissies spellbound expression. My own breath was coming raggedly and a flush of desire swept over my body. I stood motionless for a minute or more and then I pulled the tidy-whities over my eight-inch semi rigid cock.
I slowly tucked my obstinate dick inside my jockeys, snapped the elastic waistband against my stomach. I watched Chrissie intently as I slowly reached down and adjusted the cup of the shorts around my balls and patted the ever-increasing bulge in my underwear.
Chrissie stood motionless, staring at the growing bulge in my shorts. She nervously licked her lips, and took a brief sip from her drink before finally ripping her gaze away from my now very rigid cock.
Chrissie shook her head to clear her mind, spun briskly away and headed rapidly down the hall saying over her shoulder, “Come on out to the living room so that we can talk.”
“We can talk here.” I chuckled.
“No we can’t.” She stated emphatically.
I grabbed my drink and sauntered casually into the living room. I stood there for a moment, raising my drink to my lips before I sat down in my usual chair across from her.
Chrissie was sitting on the couch, her legs folded up on the cushion, her drink in her hand. “Why are you sitting all the way over there?” She asked as she reached out and patted the couch next to her. “Come over here with me so we can talk.”
“Ok sweetie.” I replied and rose from my chair and walked across the room to the couch.
I sat down on the couch and slid up close to her. Chrissie put her arm through mine and leaned in close to me placing her head on my shoulder. “Doesn’t this feel good?” She slurred as she pulled herself closer to me.
“Yeah, it feels real good.” I agreed. And it did. With Chrissies arm through mine she was holding my arm tight against the firm yet soft flesh of her lovely breasts. I sipped at my drink, as my dick got progressively harder.
Chrissie sipped her drink too and each movement of her body served to rub her soft mammary against my arm. I watched her face and she seemed to be staring fixedly at the bulge of my rising manhood in my jockeys. Chrissies breath came raggedly and I watched as her nipples strained against the sheer fabric of her nightgown.
She lifted her chin and said warmly, “Thanks for the dance cowboy.” Then she placed a warm kiss on my cheek.
“No problem little lady.” I drawled in response.
Chrissie nestled her head against my shoulder and put her glass on the end table. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, the warmth of our bodies filling the void in the conversation. Our ragged breathing was the punctuation in our unspoken conversation. I idly ran my fingers over her soft thigh. The texture of her nightgown between her skin and mine felt like silk beneath my calloused fingertips.
Chrissie idly ran her free hand over the hair on my forearm. The tender stroking of her finger tips a gentle tickle on my skin.
Suddenly she lifted her cheek from my skin and said, “Oh yeah, I almost forgot.” Then she released my arm, leaned to the side and reached between the arm of the couch and the end table. When her hand reappeared it held a bright red sack with a bow on it. “I got this for you. Merry Christmas.” She said with a grin as she plopped it on my lap.
I was speechless as I looked at my improbable gift. “Well open it.” She said perfunctorily.
I pulled the bag open and reached inside. I found a bottle and pulled it out. “I got you a little Irish Cream for your morning coffee. I hope you like it.” Chrissie said with a smile.
“Great!” I exclaimed, “Thanks a lot.”
“Sure, my pleasure.” She said brightly. “You’ve been really good to me since I got out of the Army. I just want you to know how much I appreciate all you’ve done.” She paused for a second and then tumbled on, “I know that I’m not the easiest person to live with and I want you to know that I appreciate how you’ve put up with me and all.”
“No problem.” I said uncomfortably as I tried to figure out a way to explain that I hadn’t gotten her anything.
“Don’t worry if you didn’t get me anything.” She rushed on. “Just having a roof over my head in gift enough.”
It was then that I remembered a box catching dust on the shelf of the closet in my office. It was a gift that I’d gotten for my ex-wife on the last run before she left me. I tried to get her a gift from every one of my trips, I guess to make up for my never being home. This trip I had picked up something for her in Seattle and brought it home only to find an empty house and a note.
She had taken off with all the other Christmas gifts I had gotten her that year when she left. I guess she figured that she deserved them even if she was dumping me. Anyway, I had kept that one gift, a medium box in green wrapping paper, and tossed it on the shelf in the office. I didn’t know what was in the box, some clothing I think, but I figured a gift was a gift, and Chrissie deserved it more than the dust bunnies in my closet.
“Sure, I got you something.” I said quickly. “I stashed it in my office so you wouldn’t find it.” I finished as I disengaged my arm from hers and rose reluctantly from the couch.
I strode the few steps down the hall to my office. I opened the door, turned on the light, and walked to the closet. When I opened the door I was relieved to see that the green package was still on the shelf where I left it two years ago.
I lifted the box from the shelf and blew off the dust before gently shaking it. There was no rattling sound so I figured that it must be a sweater or something. If it was clothing then I was lucky because Chrissie was just about the same size as my ex. I checked the box for labels and finding none I stepped to the desk, slapped on a blank address label, grabbed a pen and wrote, ‘To Chrissie with love’ And signed it ‘John’.
I walked out the door and returned to the living room. With a toothy grin on my face I handed the box to Chrissie and said, “I hope it fits and you like it.”
“Thanks!” She gushed as she reached for the box. “I’m sure I’ll love it.” She giggled as she tore at the wrapping paper with child like abandon.
She finally got all of the paper off and lifted the top of the box, “Oh, I love it!” she squealed with glee.
I tried to look into the box but Chrissie quickly closed the top up before I could see anything. She seemed to like the present and I would have liked to have an inkling of what I gave her.
“Well try it on.” I said helpfully hoping that she would pull it out so that I could see it.
“Ok.” She gushed and she promptly jumped up from the couch and ran down the hall to the main bathroom.
I watched her retreating form with definite admiration until it was out of sight down the hallway. Then I turned my attention back to my drink and awaited her return.
I didn’t really know what was in the box that I had given her but she was taking forever with whatever was. I drank slowly from my glass and after a short while got really bored so I picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
I kept the sound off on the television and watched the video while enjoying the music from the oldies station on the stereo. The soothing sound of the soft rock brought back memories of my misspent youth when things at least appeared simpler.
There wasn’t much on the tube tonight, so I aimlessly surfed the stations hoping that something would grab my interest. Nothing did so I ended up watching an infomercial about making a fortune doing nothing for a few minutes.
“Close your eyes.” Chrissie called from the bathroom.
“Why?” I asked, somewhat perturbed.
“Don’t ask, just do it.” She ordered.
“OK, OK!” I responded and hit the power button for the TV before closing my eyes.
“Well, I guess it wasn’t a pair of Birkenstocks.” I thought to myself.
I settled back on the couch and waited. In a matter of seconds I heard scraping of something on the carpet and the soft swish of silk. The faint aroma of perfume followed this from close range.
“Ok, open your eyes.” Chrissie said from directly in front of me.
On cue I opened my eyes and involuntarily gasped at the vision in front of me. I blinked my eyes in disbelief and gasped, “Damn!”
Chrissie stood facing me, her hands clasped demurely in front of her. She was wearing seductive looking lingerie, all red with soft white fur for trim. My eyes started at about knee level and traveled up.
Her legs were encased in red lace stockings with a small gap of skin between the top of her stockings and the crotch of what appeared to be a sheer red thong topped with a thin band of soft white fur.
Above that was a long sleeved top and that was almost transparent. The collar and cuffs of the sleeves were trimmed with white fur. The top or gown was held together at the collar by two thin strings that Chrissie had tied into a bow. Two white balls dangled from strings and hung down enticingly between her breasts almost to her exposed navel.
A fur trimmed Santa hat sat on her honey colored locks, the white fur ball hanging down to her shoulder. She had a quizzical smile on her face and watched me intently as my gaze traveled over her body.
On the way back down her body my eyes voraciously devoured every curve. Stopping to gaze appreciatively at her jutting breasts. Moving past them to her hands still grasped together at the waist. Then moving down all the way to the sexy red high heels on her feet.
“Well what do you think?” She demanded.
“Whoa! Sexy!” I managed to gasp finally.
“I was hoping you’d feel that way.” She said with obvious relief. “This lingerie is so sexy, and the perfume must have set you back a load too.” She continued.
“Yeah, you look pretty damn sexy in it too.” I said breathlessly. “Give me a little twirl and let me see the merchandise.”
Chrissie smiled and slowly turned around. I could clearly see the outline of her buttocks through the sheer fabric of the jacket, and the outline of her pert breasts when she was in profile. When she faced me once more I said, “Why don’t you move your hands and let me see the rest of the package?”
I could see her flush slightly and she unclenched her hands. When she moved her hands to her sides the gown parted and I could see the flat expanse of her stomach and the furred top of the sheer red thong. My gaze traveled slowly up her torso and came to rest on the cleavage of Chrissie’s pert breasts, which was partly obscured by the fur balls hanging like diminutive pom-poms from the silken cord holding the jacket in place.
“You’re drooling.” Chrissie said flippantly.
“Your right.” I responded huskily.
Chrissie picked up her now half filled glass and took a long drink before bending over to grab the pitcher for a refill. Each of her movements exposed portions of her lithe, young, body to my enraptured gaze. She walked to the stereo and turned up the volume. There was a hard driving song from a long gone era by Rod Stewart, If You Think I’m Sexy, I think is the title and Chrissie started to dance to the tune like some stripper on a runway.
I drank steadily as she moved to the beat, spinning around so that the top spun out and exposing the bottoms of her breasts and the firm cheeks of her ass amongst other wonders. In mid spin Chrissie stumbled and almost spilled her drink and she stopped suddenly and attempted to steady herself before she fell down.
“Whew, that makes your head spin.” She said lightly as she raised the glass to her lips.
“It made mine spin I know that.” I husked as I took a long sip from my own drink.
Chrissie chuckled softly and asked, “Would you like to see the package unwrapped?”
“Oh yeah!” I responded lustily.
She raised her hands to the white-fur balls and gazing at me like a cat watching a canary slowly pulled on the balls. The bow in the silk string shrank to nothingness and the top of the jacket fell apart.
The collar of the jacket parted slightly and allowed my ravenous eyes to feast on the deep valley beneath her surprisingly large breasts. I sat mesmerized as Chrissie stepped back two small steps and turned her back to me. She turned her head so that she could watch me over her shoulder and slowly slid the jacket off of her shoulders and half way down her upper arms.
The creamy flesh of her shoulders and back seemed to beckon to me and she theatrically rotated her shoulder like a seductive siren in an old film. A smile spread across Chrissie’s face as she watched the lust grow in my enthralled gaze.
I slow ballad came on the radio and Chrissie slowly swayed to the tune. She lowered her hands to breast level and from the movement of her arms she seemed to be caressing her tits. I dearly wished that it was my hands on her breasts and my cock almost forced its way through the thin fabric of my shorts.
Chrissie closed her eyes and ran her tongue seductively over her soft lips. As she did this she began to swing her hips in an exaggerated manner to the tune of the song. I sat there mesmerized, my breathing ragged, and my skin flushed with desire. I raised my glass to my lips and took a brief sip from the now tepid liquid.
She turned her face away from me and slowly lowered her arms to her side. Encourage by the force of gravity, the jacket slid slowly down her arms, over her hands, finally landing in a pool of red at her feet. I gazed enraptured at the flawless line of her back and the heart shaped contour of her sweet ass.
Chrissie stood swaying as she ran her hands over her stomach and breasts. I could only see her rear view directly, but I quickly realized that I could see the faint outline of her reflection in the TV set and she looked delectable. I watched her reflection in the TV like she had watched mine in the bedroom mirror. I’m sure that she was fully aware of the show she was putting on and indeed its effect on me because I noticed that she was watching my reflection in the TV too.
She stroked her hands over her skin until they rested on her firm breasts. As I watched her reflection, she closed her eyes and turned slowly to face me.
She opened her eyes and began to massage her breasts with her fingers. Through the gaps between her digits I could make out creamy skin and very erect nipples. I watched mesmerized as she slowly slid her hands off of her firm breasts and onto the taut skin of her stomach. Her fingers danced enticingly across the alabaster skin of her midsection and onto the red silk fabric of the g-string thong.
Her hands slid down the small triangle of cloth until they reached the crux of her thighs. She teasingly stroked her fingers over the thong, moving across the fabric just barely covering the pouting lips of her pussy.
The fabric covering her cunt was stained a darker color by the flowing juices of her passion. She slowly ran her fingers across this darker area, pushing the thin fabric tight against her crotch, exposing the pink pouting lips of her labia to my enraptured gaze.
“Mmmmngh.” I gasped involuntarily at the view.
“Mmmm, you like?” Chrissie inquired in a deep throaty voice.
“Oh yeah.” I was barely able to grunt between rasping breaths.
She pulled her fingers from her cunt and slowly drew them up the fabric of the thong. When she reached the fur lined top she slowly thrust both hands deep beneath the fabric of the g-string. I watched as her fingers wriggled beneath the sheer cloth and came to rest on the warm moist lips of her pussy.
She massaged her slit for a second or two before she slowly pulled her hands out from beneath the small red triangle that covered her delightful cunt. She hooked her thumbs under the strings of the thong and ran her hands to her hips. Then pulling the strings away from her body she pushed the thong down, slowly exposing more of her delights until she finally released it and let the thong drop to the floor.
I ran my tongue nervously over my fevered lips as I gazed at Chrissies sweet slit. It was partly shaved but had a tuft of hair concealing the pink lips of her cunt. The remaining hair was neatly trimmed and was short enough that I could readily make out the emerging head of Chrissie’s engorged clitoris. As I watched, she ran her hands over her stomach and they came to rest on her cunt. She placed one hand on either side of her gash and pulled the labia lips apart, exposing the full extent of her pink slit to my enraptured gaze.
My breath was coming in ragged gasps and I felt like I was going to cum in my shorts again. I reached down and ran one hand across my rock hard cock as she slid one of her fingers deep into her cunt.
“Ummmmm, I think it’s time to get down to business.” She moaned as she stirred her honey pot with her index finger.
“Yeah baby. I think it is.” I gasped as I watched her intently.
Chrissie pulled her finger from her cunt and took three sensual steps to the couch. She kicked off the high heels and sat down on the arm of the couch. Leaving one foot on the floor, she put her other foot on the cushion of the couch straddling me thus spreading her legs and exposing her cunt to my fevered gaze.
She ran her finger across the lips of her pussy, once again burying her index finger deep in the sweltering recesses of her moist gash. She stroked in and out a couple of times before removing her finger and extending it in my direction.
I leaned forward and took the proffered digit between my lips and licked ravenously at the succulent juices covering it. Chrissie stroked it in and out of my mouth like it was a small penis before withdrawing it.
Chrissie stood up and walked to the other end of the couch. She bent to fluff a pillow and then lay down on the couch. She left one foot on the floor and draped her other foot across the back of the couch. I looked deep into the dripping maw of her pink pussy and my mouth began to water. Chrissie crooked her finger at me and gestured toward her pussy.
I put my drink down, pivoted my body toward her, and leaned over toward her. I had to scoot across the couch to reach her and began to kiss her on her firm, still stocking covered thigh.
“Ummmmm.” She moaned as I ran my tongue over the searing skin of her succulent thigh. I could feel the goose flesh grow as I ran my tongue down her sweet legs in the direction of her sweltering snatch. As I reached the nexus of her thighs I could easily smell the hot scent of her aroused juices. I flicked my tongue lightly over the swollen lips of her labia before journeying up the succulent flesh of her other thigh.
Chrissie shivered beneath the touch of my tongue and a soft sigh escaped her half open lips. “Mmmm.” She moaned as her body shuddered lightly beneath my strokes and her ass rose slightly from the cushions of the couch.
“Time for you to get to work big boy.” She purred throatily as she placed her hand on the back of my head and drew my face unresistingly back toward the gaping maw of her dripping cunt.
Chrissie pushed my face tight against the succulent flesh of her steaming slash. I thrust my tongue deep into her ragged slit and began to lick hungrily at the wet flow from her cunt.
“Ummmmm, yeah!” she gasped. “Tongue me good, bitch.” She continued in a voice ensconced in passion and desire.
She forced my lips tighter against her enflamed skin. My chin dripped with the honey of her love, my nose was filled with the scent of her magic mound as my tongue coursed over her fevered flesh.
I pulled her clit between my lips and began to suck on it. I stroked it with my tongue as I sucked on it like it was an outsized nipple.
“Unnnngh, mmmmmph!” Chrissie groaned as she lifted her hips from the couch. I felt her juices flow once more from her sweltering snatch and I pressed my lips ever more tightly against her sizzling flesh.
“Mmmmngh, uuuuungh!” She gasped as she once more lifted her ass off the couch and simultaneously pushed down on the back of my head, forcing my lips even tighter against her heated flesh.
I continued to suck and tongue her engorged clit as she quivered dynamically beneath my touch. “Mmmmmph, uuungh!” she gasped again as her cunt throbbed against my lips. Unnnngh, ungh, unnnngh.” She managed to gasp as her hand slipped from the back of my head.
I continued to tongue at the wet juices of her flaccid cunt for a few more minutes before pulling my face away from her dripping slash. I looked up her voluptuous shuddering body and saw that her mouth hung half open and her eyes were closed. I chuckled and pushed myself to a sitting position on the couch.
I sat for a moment admiring the view of Chrissie reclining on the couch, dressed only in the red lace stockings and a Santa Claus hat. Her head lay against the arm of the couch, her face was flushed and her eyes were closed. I watched her chest rise and fall with the heavy breathing of one who has exerted a great amount of energy.
The skin of her full breasts was flushed and her nipples stood out erect. I put my hand to her breast and gently stroked her satin skin. She stirred slightly as I stroked her fevered flesh and a faint sigh came from her slightly parted lips.
I ran my fingers tentatively over the stiff tissues of her large erect nipple and she moaned lightly. “Mmmm, ooommmph.” She groaned as I gently rotated the nipple between my thumb and finger and I felt her gently quiver beneath my touch.
Without opening her eyes, Chrissie pushed herself into a sitting position and placed her hand gently on my thigh. I shivered at her touch as her fingers gently kneaded my muscles as she worked her way up my leg to my crotch. She touched my jockeys and her fingers went directly to the rock hard bulge that was my cock.
“Ummmmm.” She moaned as she slowly stroked my rigid member through the fabric of my under wear. She stroked my cock ever more insistently and I was afraid that I was going to cum right then and there, but suddenly she stopped and said, “Lay back and lift your ass.”
Never one to question the orders of a woman with her hand on my cock I immediately leaned back on the couch, and raised my ass. Chrissie took her hand from my oaken member, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my jockeys and deftly pulled them down.
My rock hard cock sprang to full erection as soon as the pressure of the fabric was removed from it. Chrissie opened her eyes fully and said softly, “Mmmm, looks like it’s ready for me already.” And she grasped its steely girth in her soft hand and gently stroked it once more.
“Ummmmm, damn! That feels good.” I moaned mindlessly.
Chrissie took off the Santa hat and tossed it to the floor then she swiveled her body on the couch and laid her head on my lap. She put her mouth to my throbbing organ and kissed it lightly. The touch of her soft lips to my fevered flesh sent a shock wave through my body. I must have jerked because Chrissie gave out a light chuckle and then extended her tongue and tenderly licked my burning brand of love. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as she ran her tongue over the fevered steel of my massive erection.
“You don’t mind if I have a little fun do you?” She inquired in mock innocence as she kissed the burning flesh of my manhood.
I shivered at her touch and gasped, “No not at all. Feel free.”
She chuckled at our exchange before she ran her silken tongue up the length of my iron hard shaft and took its purple head between her hot lips. My entire body quaked as she slowly consumed the inflexible flesh and began to slowly stroke my considerable cock with her sweltering mouth.
“Ummmmm baby, you’re going to make me cum if you keep that up.” I muttered softly.
She momentarily pulled her lips from their task of stroking my iron hard dong and replied, “I hope so.” She ran her tongue down and then up the full length of my steely shaft and continued in a throaty stage whisper, “I was looking forward to a little snack before sex.” She ran her tongue over the sizzling head of my dick and then slowly began to stroke it once more with her red-hot mouth.
Chrissie moaned as she expertly stroked my engorged manhood. It was evident even to my lust clouded brain that she was taking great pleasure in her pleasant ministrations. I was ready to cum in a few strokes but at the last minute Chrissie slowed her motion, pulled her mouth from my cock, and gently ran her lips down the length of my shaft.
“I want to drink your cum, but, I don’t want you to come too soon baby.” She whispered seductively. I felt the vibration of her words against my fevered flesh as she spoke, “Mmmm, you tastes so good. I love the taste of man meat at midnight.” She chuckled before placing her lips around my shaft and slowly stroking it once more.
As she languidly stroked my tortured flesh with her soft hot lips, my hand found its way to the silken flesh of her firm thighs. I idly ran my hand over her satin skin, the stroking of my fingers raising goose flesh on her legs. I ran my fingers tickling down her stomach and onto the freshly shaved fringe of her pussy. I gently stroked the moist skin of her labia and felt Chrissie quiver lightly beneath my touch.
Without pausing in her sucking, Chrissie rolled slightly and opened her thighs, allowing my fingers full access to her sweltering snatch. I pushed my digits into her soggy slit, first one, then another, and I began to stroke them in and out of her dripping cunt.
As I stroked in and out I placed my thumb against the swollen nub of her clit and rotated it. The stimulation of the tender flesh of her clitoris made Chrissie moan around the girth of my iron rod as she sucked on it.
“Mmmmmph, Mmmm.” She moaned as she massaged my cock ever more insistently with her voracious mouth. Her rising passion made her surrender any intention of extending the length of our session. She continued to increase the pace of her strokes on my shaft. In her haste she made erotic little slurping sounds with each stroke, and as my own efforts on her pussy brought her ever closer to completion she moaned softly with undisguised passion.
The combined sounds of her moans and the slurping sound of her mouth on my cock as she sucked me desperately brought me ever closer to orgasm. I felt my loins tighten and then the swelling of my cock as my hot white seed coursed up my dick and exploded into her waiting mouth. The muscles of my thighs quaked with effort as my thick cum shot into her lovely mouth.
Almost simultaneously I felt the muscles around her cunt tighten around my fingers and Chrissie’s juices flowed over my fingers. “Unnnngh, unnnngh!” she moaned gutturally as she consumed the seed of my loins. Her grunts were muffled by the mass of my rock hard meat as she continued to suck avidly on my erupting erection.
“Mmmmmph, unnnngh!” I grunted as I lifted my ass off the couch with the force of my explosion.
I shot rope after rope of cum deep into Chrissie’s greedy mouth, I didn’t think that she would be able to consume all of it but to my surprise she drank every drop, sucking on my cock like an outsized straw until my loins were empty and my crank shriveled to nothing.
She finally released my now shriveled cock from her mouth and lay still as sleep with her head resting on my lap.
I don’t know how long we stayed there. Her mouth just inches from my now useless dick, and my fingers locked in the grasp of her thighs. I recall our breathing slowly returning to normal as our passions cooled. I know that my eyes closed and I must have drifted off for a second or two, only to be roused by the movement of Chrissie trying to sit up.
“I gotta piss like a race horse.” She exclaimed.
“Ok.” I responded groggily.
“Well let go of me so I can get up.” She demanded not unkindly.
I didn’t know what she was talking about for an instant but then I realized that I was still holding her pussy like a bowling ball with my thumb pressed against her clit and my fingers inserted to the hilt inside of her steaming cunt.
“Oh sorry.” I apologized as I disengaged my hand from her crotch.
“No problem.” She said as she quickly sat up and rose to her feet. “After I get finished in the bathroom, you can finish up where you left off.” She said as she disappeared down the hall.
I listened as the bathroom door closed and the seat was lowered. I searched for my drink and realized that the glass was empty. I picked up the pitcher and found it almost dry too. “Damn.” I muttered and rose unsteadily from the couch to fix myself another drink.
I walked to the kitchen and found to my dismay that although we still had a half a fifth of tequila, the only mix we had was a six-pack of Mountain Dew. “Oh well.” I muttered to myself, “I guess it’ll just have to do.
Pulling two clean glasses from the cupboard I tossed a jigger of booze in each glass and topped them off with the soda. I tasted it and it wasn’t too bad, “A lazy man’s margarita.” I said to myself.
“Let me have some of that.” Chrissie said from somewhere behind me.
I hadn’t even heard her come back from the toilet and the sound of her voice so close to me almost made me drop my glass. I turned around and was about to tell her to ‘watch it or she’d give me a heart attack’. But when I turned and saw her all thought of reproach disappeared from my besotted brain.
Chrissie was sitting on the dining room table with both feet up on chairs and her legs spread in invitation. She was still wearing the red stockings and she had placed the red cap back on her head. As I gawked at her she extended her hand and crooked her finger in my direction, then she placed her hands behind her on the table and leaned back exposing even more of her cunt to my view.
I picked up her drink and walked toward her. As I did my dick began to reassert itself and became harder with each step. Chrissie watched the metamorphosis of my cock from pathetic worm to majestic lance with undisguised fascination. I held her drink out to her and she took it slowly and then with equally leisurely movements brought it to her lips and took a long sip.
As she drank I placed my glass on the table beside her and stepped in close to her, positioning myself between her creamy thighs so that my cock was directly in front of and brushing against the pouting mouth of her cunt.
I grasped my lance in my calloused hand and directed it against the lips of her labia. The warmth of her cunt lips further excited me and I eased closer and pushed the head of my cock between the wet, wonderful folds of her cunt.
I held that position as Chrissie finished sipping her drink and finally placed the glass on the table beside mine. Putting her hands once more on the table behind her she lifted her butt from the tabletop and thrust if slightly forward, engulfing more of my flaming shaft within her ravenous pussy.
“Mmmmmmmgh.” She grunted as I partly filled her covetous cavity.
I placed my hands to Chrissie’s firm boobs and massaged them briefly before sliding my hands down her torso and across her hips, finally grasping her delicious buttocks and pulling them toward me. Her ass slid over the top of the table and the warmth of her tight cunt fully engulfed my massive meat.
“Mmmmngh, damn you’re big.” She grunted as I bottomed out deep inside of her. “No wonder Mom likes you so much.” She continued as she slowly pulsed the muscles of her vagina around my throbbing meat.
“You don’t mind do you? I mean, I’m not too big for you am I?” I asked impishly as I began to stroke in and out of her.
“Oh no.’ She replied breathlessly. “Mmmnnnngh, unnnngh, you’re just right.” She grunted as she leaned back further on the table.
I commenced to thrust into her with a vigor and violence that I hadn’t felt in quite a while. She reclined on the tabletop with her eyes closed and her mouth half open, grunting with each completed stroke. The table rocked with the energy of my thrusts and I was concerned that it would collapse beneath us, but it held firm.
I watched Chrissie’s body as we fucked. Her breasts bounced with each thrust of my mighty loins and her mouth fell open as she gasped for breath. I could hear her gasp as the heights of pleasure overtook her and her body exploded with passion. I felt her cunt pulse around my punishing penis as she came again and again while I thrust into her with tireless abandon.
“Not too bad for a dirty old man, eh?” I said through gritted teeth as I thrust into her with increased violence.
“Yeah, oh yeah. Not bad at all.” She gasped just before another orgasm shook her sweat-covered body. “Unnnngh, oh god, unnnngh.” She moaned as her body quivered and her juices flowed from her cunt and onto the table.
I was just about to congratulate myself on my amazing virility when my balls felt the tightening that meant that my time had come. In mere seconds I was a quivering mass of passion shooting what remained of my seed into Chrissies sweltering receptacle.
I exploded deep inside of her even as I felt Chrissie pulse around my cock one more time. “Unnnngh!” I grunted as my life seed filled her dripping hole.
“Mmmmmph, unnnngh.” She grunted before crying, “Oh god baby, oh god!”
I continued to thrust into her for a few moments as my seed continued to spew deep within her wet slash. Even after I was dry I continued to stroke in and out of her until my once mighty shaft was reduced to a withered stub and fell out of its own volition.
“Whew, that was great!” Chrissie volunteered.
“Yeah, it was.” I agreed breathlessly.
Chrissie leaned back until she was fully reclined on the table. “Why didn’t we ever do that before?” She inquired softly.
“I don’t know.” I replied as I picked up my drink and lifted it to my lips for a sip. “But if you ask me we should make a note to do it much more often in the future.”
“I’ll make a note of that.” Chrissie replied with a chuckle.
I turned toward the kitchen to get another drink and then a thought hit me and I said, “I don’t think we should let your mother know about this though. She’s liable to get pissed and then god knows what she’ll do to me.”
Chrissie replied, “Why? She’s the one that suggested it.”
This threw me and I responded, “She did? Well I’ll be damned.”
“Yeah.” Chrissie said. “I was talking with her maybe a week ago. Complaining to her about all the jerks that I had dated and saying that I was about to swear off men entirely.” She sat up and lifted her glass to her lips and took a sip. “She suggested that when I had the urge to merge that I should hook up with you.”
She looked at me quizzically and then continued, “She said that you were a gentle and responsive lover and that you weren’t interested in any long term relationship so you wouldn’t be demanding or anything.” She smiled at me and finished, “Besides she said that you were hung like a horse, and she was definitely right there. She also said that you needed to get laid more often.”
“Then why all this mystery? Why not just come out and say ‘let’s fuck'” I asked as I poured the soda over the booze.
Chrissie was silent for a moment and then said, “I just didn’t know how you’d feel about it. You’ve been like an Uncle, sometimes a father to me for years and I was hesitant to just throw myself at you like some cheap whore.”
I turned to face her and said solemnly, “Well you’re not cheap, you’re not a whore, and I still love and respect you. It’s just in a different way.”
I walked to the table, handed Chrissie my drink and picked her up.
“What’re you doing?” She demanded as she laid her head against my shoulder.
“Going to bed.” I replied as I carried her down the hall to my room. “I’ve gotta make up for lost time. After all I do need to get laid more often.”