If you read the first chapter of Discovering Christina, you'll enjoy this second installment more. However, if you decide to skip the first one, here's a quick recap:
Ross Daniels is a bachelor in his late 40s who has pretty much given up on finding love and passion in his life. That is until he meets Christina, a beautiful blonde in her early 20's, who is filling a temporary position at the bank where he does business. The sparks fly from the beginning, and the two eventually begin an affair . . . an affair that Ross fears is over when Christina decides to return to her former boyfriend. Ultimately, despite opposition from her family, Christina comes back, moves in with Ross, and the two decide to see where this May-December relationship will lead.
The first few weeks after Christina came back were magical. I had thought about her so often while she was away . . . longed to hold her again, it was hard to believe that the whole thing was real. But real it was. I knew it each night when we drifted off to sleep, with me behind her, pulling her tight to me, feeling her smooth skin next to mine. Of course, the sex was amazing. It was as if we were two newlyweds still at the point where we couldn't get enough of each other. But I honestly think the times I held her before falling asleep were the best. I had been sleeping alone for so long.
Then there were the mornings, always my favorite time for sex. But now, in my late 40's the mornings were even better. I always seemed to be at my hardest during that early-morning twilight . . . that time when you lie suspended between sleep and consciousness. It was then that I loved to rouse Christina by nibbling on the back of her neck, letting my hand drift lightly over her hardening nipple, then pulling her on top of me. I'd place my rock-hard cock at her tight opening and listen to her moan sleepily as she lowered herself onto me. It seemed that she could be completely lubricated almost immediately . . . one of the great gifts of her youth . . . and I loved the way it felt to be surrounded by her warm, silky wetness.
After we were fully joined, she'd lean forward and rest her head on my shoulder, her full breasts pressed against my chest. Often we'd just lie there, bodies nearly motionless, until our breathing began to synchronize. The only movement the swelling of my cock inside her and the contraction of her inner muscles as she squeezed me back. And, of course, the delicious hardening of her nipples against my chest. There were times when these little movements alone could bring us to the edge of orgasm. What a wonderful way it was to wake up!
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When Christina made the decision to return to Durham and stay with me, she hadn't given much thought to what she would do to occupy her time, other than spending time with me. Her job at the bank had ended when Jeff Masters' assistant returned from medical leave. And although Masters would have gladly found something else for her to do there, the world of banking just didn't hold much appeal for Christina.
But she was smart and industrious, and we both knew that sitting around waiting for me to finish work each day would get old very quickly. So it was that Christina decided to work on her master's degree. She had done her undergraduate work in English, and the local school had a master's program in the same area, so it worked out quite nicely. Her studies kept her busy enough to keep her from getting bored, but provided enough flexibility to allow us plenty of time together.
Another side benefit of Christina's going back to school was that her father started talking to her again. He had initially been so upset that she had broken things off with her old boyfriend and moved in with a man nearly his own age that he had stopped communicating with her. Their estrangement was devastating to Christina because her father had been the one constant in her life and the two of them had always enjoyed a very close relationship.
But when word got back to him that she was returning to school, he took that as an opening to get in touch and let her know how pleased he was that she was continuing her education. He called her on her cell phone, and they must have talked for over an hour. There were a lot of tears shed on Christina's end, and I'm sure on his as well. I don't think I'd ever seen her as happy as she was at the end of that phone call.
I'd overheard enough to know that my name had come up in the discussion, too. But Christina didn't offer anything about that, and I didn't want to pry. So I didn't question her. However, I'm sure her father was not nearly as enthusiastic about my being in Christina's life as he was about her return to college.
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Having another person living with me in my loft apartment took a little getting used to. My bachelor days had made me accustomed to having things my way. It was not that Christina was difficult to live with. It was just different having someone there full time. Fortunately, she was relatively neat, trying hard to keep the apartment tidy for the most part. However, that neatness didn't carry over to the bathroom, where I always seemed to find wet towels strewn on the floor and several days' worth of panties languishing in the corner. Occasionally, when the mess in the bathroom began to irritate me a little, I had only to glance at the cute lacy thongs, in a variety of seductive fabrics and colors, to be reminded how wonderful it was to have her with me. I have to admit that on more than one occasion, I'd lift a pair to my nostrils and revel again in her sweet scent.
As it turned out, the bathroom was one of our favorite rooms for sex. When I'd designed my loft, I'd made sure that the bathroom was a luxurious one . . . everything from a steam shower formed from colorful slate and big enough for at least four . . . to a jetted spa tub that would accommodate two quite easily, especially when one of them was no bigger than Christina. A large skylight brought in natural light during the day, while at night the lighting ambience could be easily adjusted with a dimmer switch. And if we felt like listening to music, the room was wired with speakers that made it sound as if the artist was right there with us.
Of course, given the difference in our ages, our musical tastes were quite different, with Christina leaning toward Hinder and Panic at the Disco, while I favored James Taylor and the Eagles. But little by little, we learned to like (or at least tolerate) the other's taste in music. And we learned that it actually mattered little when our bodies were joined and I could see the desire in her beautiful blue eyes.
One evening, just before I expected Christina to return from class, I planned a little surprise that I hoped would be a lot of fun for both of us. I started the shower and allowed it to run for quite some time. The entire bathroom was filled with a warm, steamy mist by the time I heard Christina come through the door.