As you may remember from my previous story, I am a thirty-something Englishman who lives in the rain forest.
I live in a secret tribal village that is occasionally visited by wealthy celebrities.
The next visitor whose pleasures I experienced was a minx of a young lady by the name of Christina.
I'm sure that you've all heard of her.
She arrived one sunny morning and the first thing she did was insist on meeting the Chief of the village. She seemed unimpressed by this noble figure and turned her attention to some of the hunky young native men by his side.
I think she may have had designs on one of these beefcakes but as it is forbidden for local men to keep company with foreign women, her desires would not be satisfied.
It was then that she noticed me and asked what a white man was doing living in the village. I told her that I had moved here for a rest. She asked my name, which I told her and she insisted that I call her "Miss Aguilera."
The next day she asked me to her hut, the very same hut that Britney had stayed in. She told me that she hadn't been able to sleep the night before as the noise of the jungle had kept her awake.
Back at home in the U.S.A she had a comfort assistant that stayed by her bedside until she had fallen asleep. She asked me to be that comfort assistant.
I did as she asked.
"Tom," she said to me, shortly after nightfall, "Tom, I can't sleep unless you hold my hand. Would you do that for me?"
"Of course, Miss Aguilera," I replied.
She took off her outer clothes and climbed onto her bed. There was no need for her to climb inside the covers. It was too hot and sticky.
"I'm keeping my underwear on," she said, "I'm not in the habit of stripping in front of strange men."
I found this difficult to believe, knowing her reputation, but I said nothing.
She insisted that I read her a bedside story too. There was a book by her bedside about squirrels or teddy-bears or something. So I started reading it to her.
I sat on the bed next to her as she tried to sleep. I held her hand and she seemed content with this.
After a few minutes she opened her eyes and sat up.
Still holding my hand, she said to me,
"It's no good, I still can't sleep. I can't just hold your hand, there's something else that I need to hold."
She ordered me to remove my shorts and my underpants. My cock was already stiff and she seemed pleased with that.
She took my dick in her hand and gripped it tightly.
"That's better," she said, "I need a comfort stick to help me sleep."
She lay herself down again and shut her eyes but I noticed that her free hand had moved to her face and she had started to suck her thumb.
She looked like a sweet little girl.
Now with two hands free, it was easier for me to read the book so I continued with my story.
After another two minutes or so I could not concentrate on reading aloud and also my cock was aching.
It was great to have Christina Aguilera's hand gripping it so tightly but I longed for a little hand movement, so to speak.
I felt sure that I was going to explode.
She opened her eyes again and looked at me.
"No, I still can't sleep - and why have you've stopped reading?" she asked.
It was then that I decided that I would make a suggestion.
"Miss Aguilera," I said nervously, "by the way you suck your thumb, I think that that you need something in your mouth. Wouldn't it be easier if you were to stick my penis in there instead of you simply holding it in your hand?"
She scowled at me.
"How dare you?" she snapped, "I know your game! Don't forget who I am! I don't stick just anybody's dick in my mouth, especially a mere nobody such as yourself!
