*Holy fuck.*
Miles couldn't believe it. This was supposed to be an amazing day - his first day off in weeks. The weather forecasts were positive, it was supposed to stay sunny. Not heat-wave sunny, but the perfect temperature for a hike. He loved being in nature. All morning he enjoyed the quietness of the forest with only the chirping of birds and the streaming of a nearby river to be heard. The fresh air was amazing.
For most of the day, it HAD been amazing.
It was only by late afternoon that everything changed. He was on his way back to the car already, and his legs began feeling a bit sore. Miles didn't notice the dark clouds slowly drifting above his head until the forest was much darker than it had been. And then it started. The water began pouring, ruining the rest of his day in the matter of minutes.
Before long it was near dark as night. The sun had disappeared behind dark clouds and the storm raged on. It was dark, save for the flashes of lightning that illuminated the area at an interval that seemed to get shorter and shorter, swiftly followed by deafening thunder which rumbled throughout the entire hillside woods. The young man was soaking wet in seconds as he tried to keep following the dirt path, but failed miserably. He got lost, fighting his way through the woods until he saw the only source of non-lighting light within miles.
The light came from the lamps within a small cabin. It fell through one window, and managed to slip through little cracks under the closed curtains of the others. Like any good storm, rain came pouring from the heavens, turning the usually dry dirt into slick mud and watering the nature - the thick trees, the beautiful flowers, the obstructing bushes for those unfortunate enough to still be outside in the storm - for weeks to come. For Miles and any potential other people still outside, it was hell.
*I need to get out of here!*
That was all Miles could think about while he stumbled towards the cabin. He pushed through some bushes, getting even more dirt and mud on his clothes but it didn't matter. He lost track of time but he had been in the rain and cold for too long, and the cabin was his only chance.
He banged on the door until he heard someone call out to him.
"Hold on, I'm coming!"
What was taking so long? Hopeful, Miles stopped knocking but he kept wondering why whoever was inside didn't hurry up more. What could they possible be doing that was more important than letting someone out of this terrible storm?!
Finally the door swung open. He had to leap back a bit, but when he looked back up he was struck with awe. The most beautiful woman was staring at him, big doe eyes staring at him apologetically. All was forgiven in an instant as he watched that mature but breathtaking face loosen up a bit, long fiery red locks falling past her shoulders. It was all messed up. Maybe she had been napping...
Then he realized, when she was already ushering him to get inside. The woman was only dressed in a long white robe!
And as if that wasn't enough already, it suddenly hit him that she was Christina Hendricks! Holy shit, she might have been his favorite part of Mad Men. No, she WAS his favorite part.
He was frozen in place, suddenly awfully aware that he had just barged into something supposed to be a safe haven. And as he looked around and noticed the - clearly half-naked at the very least - man with just a blanket thrown over him, he began suspecting what kind of safe haven the cabin used to be...
The man was Idris Elba! Miles never heard anything about them being together, but it was very obvious he was more than just close to the buxom actress.
The door clicked in its locks behind him, dirt and raindrops dripping all over to the floor. "I'm so sorry, Miss Hendricks! If.."
"If you had any other choice, you wouldn't be here." She interrupted him, an amused little smile resting across her face. "If I had any other choice, I wouldn't have let you in." She went on to tease him, her eyes flickering up and down over Miles' body mischieviously. "Not that a man like you isn't welcome."
She nearly licked her lips with that last comment, seemingly doing everything she could to get a rise out of Miles.
Her robe fell open slightly, revealing more of the valley in between her heaving tits. The more Miles looked at her, the more he realized he had interrupted something. Messy hair, covered in sweat, still lightly panting. The tent in the other guy's blanket was a give-away on itself. He watched as the older actress twirled around, nodding at the stranger on the couch.
"This, my dear strandee, is Idris. And as you clearly know, I'm Christina," She finally introduced both herself and her company, and Idris - with a cheepish grin - raised his hand in a little wave. "Welcome! Grab a chair and join us. Or rather, grab a boob!"
"Idris!" Christina snapped at him but she was already giggling. She stood in between the two guys - with Idris on the couch and Miles in the doorway. She was again turned towards the latter, however, and slowly ran her hands over her own collarbones. "Now you leave me no choice! The boy might think I'm a bad host..." She complained theatrically, the need laid thickly on her tone. Her dainty fingers grasped onto the neckline of her robe. Slowly, she pulled it open. More and more of the abundant pale flesh of her enormous knockers was revealed, until the fluffy fabric fell open completely on top. Her nipples were rockhard, and Miles found himself staring at the finest rack Hollywood had to offer...
Hollywood's finest was quick to cock her head to the side and draw up an eyebrow. "Well?" She questioned crudely, urging Miles to jump into action. And jump he did. A handful of steps and he was closer to Christina than he had ever been to any celebrity in his life. "Fuck!" He muttered under his breath as he reached for the pair of massive udders, putting his eager hands on them. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, groping the fiery redhead's tits like his life depended on it.
She moaned at every squeeze, at every grope, at every brush of his palm over her hyper sensitive nipples. Confident, unashamed, needy moans which were like music to Miles' ears. This was like heaven to him, the coming true of his wildest fantasies. The more Christina moaned in pleasure, the rougher he groped her tits and the louder she cried in pleasure.
Their eyes met, and her lips curled into a seductive smile. She wanted him. She had known him for a matter of minutes, and she already wanted him so badly. Holy fuck. Christina Hendricks might be - nay, she was an insatiable slut!
SMACK!
The busty MILF yelped out as the loud smack echoed through the room, looking over her shoulder. It took all but thirty seconds for Idris to pounce over and land a hefty blow across her ass! She smirked in return, shrugging off her robe and revealing that incredible body in the open completely.
She might be an insatiable slut, but she was also a goddess. The most breathtaking woman Miles had ever laid eyes upon! His eyes ran up and down over her body as if he wanted to print this view forever on his pupils, or on his mind, or wherever. He was still kneading her breasts, the titflesh desperately trying to spill out of his eager paws.
