A Discreet Encounter With Cristie

Gary was a man of few words, but his eyes could speak volumes. They were a deep, piercing blue that seemed to see right through you, as if they had a secret of their own. His muscular frame was covered in a fine sheen of sweat from the day's work, the sun had kissed his skin leaving it a warm, golden tan. The scent of freshly cut grass and engine oil lingered around him, a tantalizing blend that spoke of hard work and the great outdoors. As he stepped into the quiet house, the only sound was the distant hum of the air conditioner and the occasional tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

Cristie was waiting for him, lounging on the couch in a sheer negligée that barely contained her ample curves. Her hair was a fiery red cascade that fell in waves around her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with a mischief that sent a shiver down his spine. She knew what he liked, what made him tick, and she was ready to give it to him. The room was dimly lit, with only the flickering glow of candles casting shadows that danced across her bare skin. The air was thick with anticipation, and it was clear that tonight was going to be one to remember.

He approached her, and without saying a word, knelt down before her. He gently took one of her feet into his large, rough hands and began to kiss her toes. She giggled at first, but as he worked his way up her arch, her giggles turned to moans. It was a simple gesture, but it sent electric currents through her body. Her toes curled in pleasure as he sucked and licked, savoring every inch of her foot. It was a fetish she'd never admitted to anyone else, but with Gary, she felt safe, free to explore all her desires.

Her breath hitched as he made his way to her ankles, his tongue tracing the delicate skin there. He looked up at her, a question in his eyes, and she nodded, giving him the silent go-ahead. He moved his attentions to her other foot, repeating the process with the same tender dedication. The sensation was maddening, a slow burn that was building into an inferno. She could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second, begging for his touch.

Cristie's eyes were half-closed in bliss as she felt his hands sliding up her legs, pushing the negligée aside. He reached her thighs and paused, his thumbs circling her inner thighs in a tantalizing caress. Her legs parted of their own accord, granting him access to the apex of her desire. He didn't disappoint. With a soft growl, he buried his face in her pussy, his tongue swirling and teasing her clit with expert precision. The suddenness of it made her gasp, her hands tangling in his hair as she tried to hold onto something, anything, to ground herself.

Gary's mouth was a symphony of pleasure, his tongue playing her like a fine instrument. He knew just how to make her squirm and moan, how to make her beg for more. He explored her folds with a hunger that was both fierce and gentle, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin around her clit before diving in deeper to taste her sweetness. Her hips rocked against his face, her body demanding more as she grew closer to the edge. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, her muscles quivering in anticipation of the release she knew was coming.

Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, the fabric of her negligée clinging to her nipples like a second skin. She could feel them tightening, begging for attention. Without missing a beat, he reached up and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She arched her back, pushing herself closer to his mouth, her need for him insatiable.

He took the hint and pulled away from her pussy, moving up her body to capture one of her nipples with his lips. He sucked and flicked it with his tongue, drawing a gasp from her. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending jolts of sensation straight to her core. She writhed beneath him, her hands running over his broad shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles as he held himself above her. His touch was like fire, burning through any resistance she had left.

Her other hand slid down to grip his cock, which was now standing at full attention, pulsing with desire. She stroked him firmly, feeling the velvet skin over the steel beneath. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, and she used it to lubricate her movements, making him groan against her chest. He didn't protest, instead focusing on her other breast, giving it the same devoted attention.

Their rhythm grew faster, more urgent. The sound of their breaths mingling with the wetness of his mouth on her skin was all that filled the room. Her orgasm was building, a crescendo of sensations that had her teetering on the brink. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered dirty promises of what was to come.

With a final, desperate arch of her back, she came, her body convulsing around his mouth. He didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck until she was boneless, a quivering mass of pleasure beneath him. Her orgasm was intense, a thunderstorm of pleasure that left her gasping for breath.

Gary didn't wait for her to fully recover. He kissed his way up her body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he reached her mouth, he claimed it with a passion that was raw and unbridled. Their tongues danced together, tasting each other's desire. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, eager to be let in. Without breaking the kiss, she reached down and guided him into her, her walls clenching around him as he filled her completely.

He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of her tightness. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. He was thick and long, stretching her in the most delicious way, and she felt every stroke deep within her core. The missionary position allowed her to feel every ridge and vein, and she knew that he was holding back, giving her time to adjust to his size.

Their kiss grew more urgent as he picked up the pace, his hands gripping her hips and guiding her movements. She moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back as she met his thrusts with her own. The friction was incredible, their bodies moving together like they were made for this one moment. The candles cast a warm glow over their skin, making them look like lovers in an old master's painting, lost in a world of their own making.

Cristie felt the second wave of her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him. She broke the kiss, panting for air, her eyes locking onto his. "Fuck me, Gary," she whispered, her voice husky with need. He responded with a primal groan, his strokes becoming more forceful, more demanding.

Her nails scored his back, leaving little trails of pain that only added to the symphony of pleasure. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her inner walls fluttering in anticipation. He knew she was close again, and this time, he wasn't going to hold back. He picked up the pace, his hips pistoning into her with a ferocity that made the couch squeak in protest. She moaned louder, her voice filling the room, echoing off the walls in a crescendo of ecstasy.

Gary reached between them and found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was too much for her to handle. With a scream that was half pleasure, half release, she came again, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. He watched her face, the way her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open, and felt his own release building.

He knew he was close, and he didn't want to come without her. He leaned down and captured her mouth once more, swallowing her cries as he pushed her over the edge again. Her pussy clamped down on him, the spasms sending him hurtling towards his own climax. He could feel the warmth of her cum coating his cock, mixing with her juices, and it was all he could do to hold on.

Her legs tightened around him as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled out just enough to watch his cock slide in and out of her, the sight of her swollen pussy taking him in driving him wild. He could feel his balls tighten, his orgasm just a heartbeat away. With a final, guttural growl, he buried himself inside her and came, filling her with hot, thick spurts of cum.

They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat and passion. He collapsed on top of her, his weight a delicious pressure that made her feel owned. She wrapped her arms around him, her legs still wrapped around his waist, and they stayed like that, basking in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy.

As their breathing slowed, she began to stroke his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. He kissed her neck, nibbling gently, making her shiver with pleasure. They lay there, entwined, until the candles had burned down to nubs and the room was bathed in a soft, warm glow.

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