City Lights Part 1

Christine slammed the phone down so furious with her production manager. She looked out of the office window, her painted nails tapped on the window furiously; the city lights shone bright down below. The day had been full of turmoil, her stress levels near breaking point. She walked to the door of her office, opened it, and called out "Hello" nothing except the hum of the water dispenser in the background. She walked back to her untidy desk leaving the door ajar, she was so tired but her day was still not over.

Sitting back down in her black leather chair, she turned to face the city that had become her home. Her eyes slowly closed only to open them again as she felt the gentle touch of his hands. Looking up she saw David, the man who had become her rock. He smiled down asking "You ok" she replied "I am now!" as he kissed her forehead wiping her blonde fringe from her face so he could see her blue eyes.

His hands firmly on her shoulders, he gently began to knead the tiredness away. She relaxed, kicked off her shoes, her stocking covered legs just crossed over slightly at the ankles. His thumbs circled her shoulder blades. He kissed her forehead as he ran his hands down her arms finding her hands, rubbing them gently, then slowly returning to her shoulders, his fingers working the stress carefully away.

He gazed at her reflection in the glass, her eyes closed, he eased his hands slowly down her white blouse, his fingers prying open each button they came across. His large hands cupped her breasts hidden under the white lace trimmed balcony cut bra, the luscious mounds below him made him stir. Her nipples not hard but he knew it was only a matter of time. He softly caressed them as Christine let a gentle moan. His hands slid sideways slipping the blouse from her shoulders, his thumbs hooked under the straps of her bra, sliding them down her shoulders. His hands moved back to her now free breasts, he continued to caress them as he had done before. His thumbs circled the pinkness of her now erect nipples.

Christine looked up at him, smiled and sheepishly said "Baby you’re not staying there are you?"

As he moved from behind the chair, Christine removed her blouse & bra completely. She sat on the chair in just her black lace topped stockings, her panties white, the lace trim cut along the crease at the top of her thigh, the only item of clothing covering her was a black skirt.

David stood in front of her, opened the buttons of his soft pink shirt, Christine leaned towards him, opening his belt "oh no" David said. She looked up with a glint in her eye, her legs parted as he kneeled before her. David’s' hand touched her feet, working their way slowly up along her calves, his kisses so gentle along the inside of her legs.

Christine gripped her left breast as her right hand stroked David’s soft brown hair. His hands firmly on her thighs, pushing up the skirt, his lips reached the top of her stockings; his tongue rimmed the delicate cut of the lace trims. Christine arched her back slightly as her body responded to his sensual touch. Christine slowly edged her panty clad ass down further on the chair, her skirt now around her waist.

David lifted his head up, gazed at Christine’s' soft features, her white panties covering her smooth shaven mound. Grasping her arms he pulled her to him, his face pressed firmly against her breasts, his tongue slowly circling one as his fingers gently fondled and squeezed the other sent shivers through her body. Christine closed her eyes as she wrapped her legs tight around his waist, feeling his fingers roll her nipple between them. His lips kissed softly up her chest, along her neck.

Christine opened her eyes, in front of her the man she had fallen in love with, his blue eyes staring into hers. Their lips touched unable to hold back the intense feeling they had for each other. Their tongues eager to please the others embrace. His hands snaked down her arms reaching her fingertips, his fingers entwined in hers; he pulled away and looked at her sitting there. Christine released her fingers reaching up to the collar on his shirt pulling it down along his arms, removing it.

David glanced down then returned to look at her eyes, before lowering his face into her covered pussy, his lips kissed her white panties, each embrace getting closer to the top of her thigh, his tongue slipped into the lace trim along the crease, Christine moaned her hands on his head pressing him into her panty covered lips. His tongue probing her through the lace. She moved her hand down to her panties, pulling the lace away from her pussy lips. He kissed her bare skin, the slit longing to be fucked. His cock now rigid in its confines.

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