It was a hot afternoon in August 2004. I was in my bedroom wearing just my boxer shorts. I was led on my bed trying to keep as cool as possible in this heat.
Just as I was starting to drift off to sleep, the doorbell rang downstairs.
I kept my eyes closed and hoped that whoever it was would go away but they didn't and the doorbell rang again and again.
Starting to lose my temper, I raced downstairs and opened the front door. I was instantly stunned at who was standing in my doorway.
"Hi, um, what can I do for you Christina?" I stuttered.
"Well, I'm doin' a gig in Bristol tonight and my tour bus driver is hopelessly lost," She said, "Can I use your phone? My cell phone's dead."
"Yeah sure, it's over there." I said, pointing to the telephone at the end of the hall.
Christina Aguilera stepped into the hall and headed for the phone.
Her hair was shoulder-length blonde again and she was wearing a yellow bikini top and short denim skirt. I could see her white knickers under her short skirt. The bottom of her butt cheeks were visible from behind. My floppy cock started to come alive in my boxer shorts.
"Phew!," She gasped as she put the phone down, "It is hot today! Have you got a cool drink?"
"Yeah sure, follow me." I replied as I walked into the kitchen.
