If you read the first two chapters of Discovering Christina, you'll enjoy this second installment more. However, if you decide to skip them, here's a quick recap:
Ross Daniels is a bachelor in his late 40's 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 and decide to see where this May-December relationship will lead.
Christina and I hadn't been apart for even one night in the first four months we lived together. Of course, I never used the term "live together" in her presence, knowing that she would shy away from anything that sounded like a commitment. But, there we were, inhabiting the same loft apartment above my office in downtown Durham. We slept in the same bed every night. We ate most of our meals together. We spent most of our evenings snuggled together on the couch reading or watching television.
And, of course, we fucked like bunnies nearly every night. Yes, we were living together all right, and I'd never been happier.
One week, though, our record of being together every night was broken. I had been asked to be on the program of a combination trade show and professional meeting in Las Vegas, and it was an opportunity I didn't want to turn down. I would have loved to take Christina with me, but she was nearing the end of her first semester of graduate school and had papers to complete and finals to study for. So, reluctantly, I went by myself.
The conference lasted five days, and I would have gladly left early. But my primary presentation was early in the week, and I'd been asked to be a part of a panel discussion on the final day. So I was stuck in Vegas alone for the entire time. Now, five days alone in Las Vegas would sound pretty good to most single guys. But not me. I missed Christina badly and the fun that others were having just made me feel lonelier. Oh, we talked by phone every day, but it just wasn't the same as having her with me.
At last, Friday afternoon came and I flew home. Unfortunately, Durham is fairly isolated--about a two hour drive from any major airport. The trip home from the Dallas/Ft. Worth Airport seemed to take forever. Finally, however, I was climbing the stairs to my loft. As I walked through the door, Christina ran across the floor and threw her arms around my neck. She pulled me close and let me know without saying a word that she had missed me just as much as I had her.
It was impossible to keep our hands off each other. I had thought about her almost constantly for the past five days, imagining how wonderful it would feel to hold her again . . . to experience that beautiful combination of physical and emotional closeness I always felt with her. Apparently, Christina felt the same, because there we were, standing in the middle of the living room, locked in a tight embrace and kissing with a sense of urgency I hadn't felt since I was a teenager.
Christina stood on her tip toes, wrapping her arms around my neck, as my arms encircled her waist and pulled her close. I loved the feel of her breasts against me, the flare of her hips as I let my hands drift lower, and finally, the curve of her mound as I pulled her against my hardness. She gasped and her breathing quickened a little when she felt my cock press against her. It was a silent confirmation that we would soon be enjoying each other more completely.
Her lips tasted of lip gloss and her breaths came quickly, almost panting, as I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck. I had learned just where to touch her to maximize her pleasure . . . and her desire for me . . . and I began to kiss slowly up and down her neck, her throat, and lightly trace the line of her jaw with my tongue. That particular move signaled that we had gone as far as we could standing there in the living room, so Christina pushed me away gently, took my hand and led me silently into the bedroom.
We continued to kiss and fondle each other as we made our way to the bedroom and barely broke the kiss as we tumbled into bed, with her still wearing her black and white dress with the full skirt and me in my dark blue suit, white shirt and tie. We must have looked odd, lying there fully dressed, locked in a tight embrace, lips nibbling on lips, hands exploring, but at that point we cared nothing about how we looked. It was all about how we were feeling. I know I was feeling incredibly aroused, and I'm sure Christina was right there with me, judging by her little moans and whimpers each time I kissed and caressed her.
"God, Ross," she whispered, "I missed you. Don't you ever leave me like that again!"
"I won't, baby," I said softly, my lips hardly leaving hers. "From now on, when I go, you go with me." And with that, I slowly began to move one hand up her leg, tickling her knee, then her thigh with my fingertips, ever so lightly. Her skin felt smooth and taught and I loved the sensation of my fingers literally gliding over her. Soon, my hand was between her thighs, moving slowly upward, then back down, before going a little higher once again.
I was so aroused I had to make a conscious effort to go slowly, gently, rather than to simply thrust my hand upward to find her eager sex. But the slow buildup felt so good that I made myself wait and enjoy the sensation of touching and teasing her sensitive skin and fully enjoy the feel of her hand tracing up and down along the length of my cock as she felt me through my trousers.
But soon enough, my hand had worked its way to that wonderful vee between her legs, and I heard a little gasp when I began to trace the length of her slit through her lace thong. I knew it was a thong because I had raised the back of her dress as we kissed in the living room and gripped the bare cheeks of her bottom. Her thong was already damp with arousal, and it was almost immediately soaked as I pressed the delicate fabric into her crease and massaged sensuously up and down.
Finally, I pulled the thong aside and enjoyed the feel of her smooth mound again. I loved that she took such care to make herself so deliciously bare. The feel of her soft, sensitive skin was intoxicating and I had the idea that it made her more sensitive to my touch, as well. I parted her lips slightly, just enough to allow me to dip my two fingertips inside and feel the warm, wet nectar that was moistening her silky folds. I moved my fingers up and down, opening her a little more each time before finally moving higher and using her juices to slicken her clit. I gently caressed her swollen little pearl, then put one finger on either side and moved up and down, feeling it swell further between my fingers.
As I pleasured her with one hand, I used the other to massage her breast, and even through the fabric of her dress and bra, I could feel her nipple harden at my touch. I kissed her neck, then her chest, which was exposed by her dress's vee neckline. As I drew some of her soft skin into my mouth, I pressed one finger inside her warm, wet tunnel and began to slowly fuck her with it. Almost unconsciously, Christina began to move her hips and press herself to my hand, and I obliged her silent request by plunging my finger deeper and pressing the heel of my hand hard against her clit. We had reached the point where we were totally consumed by the sensations and time felt as if it were standing still.
I could tell her orgasm was close by her ragged breathing and moans that seemed to come from deep inside. Her hand gripped my cock hard through my pants, almost to the point of discomfort. But I kept moving my finger in and out, occasionally curling it upward to pleasure her magic spot. I was already anticipating her wonderful and spontaneous cries of release, when all of a sudden, she shoved my hand away and raised herself on her elbow to look at me.
