I would n't describe Christy as a stalker, but she knew a lot about me before I knew anything about her. She was friendly with Vickie, a vino distributer and worked in a wine computer storage. Apparently she was good at her job and earned the title `` wine whisperer '' for her wine-coloured union acquirement. I visited the store on occasion and she was always engaging. I construed her demeanor as professional and friendly and never assumed that she might be flirting with me.

She was an attractive woman. Imagine a slimmer version of Kirsty alley combined with Amy Adams ; shiny Negro hairsbreadth, easygoing Zane Grey middle, pert nose, a glowing skin color and an electrical grinning. She was n't slim, but she carried herself well and seemed well-heeled in her skin.


I had a fairly senior military position at work, I was featured in an article on the front page of the business segment. I learned later that she 'd trot the article with my picture on her refrigerator. For a while, she housesat for Vickie and confessed later that she 'd follow me walking my dog, Jake every day.

A year later I was retrenched, I did my upright to find work and eventually reconciled myself that I was going to have to betray my flat. This would possess to find over a time period of months and I started packing my books and any clause that would fit in my car. I needed boxful and knew where I 'd find them. I went to the vino store and Christy greeted me with her usual bubbly brio.

When I told her I was in the process of vacating my apartment, she seemed concerned and said. `` We ca n't have got someone like you leaving town. '' It did n't occur to me to ask what she meant by that. I hardly knew her. We chatted briefly and on the gad of the moment, I invited her to dinner at my apartment.

'' I 'm not trying to get into your pants or anything '' I said, `` It 's just dinner. '' She laughed. I think she found my directness amusing. I invited a neighbor who lived next door and she brought a admirer. The dinner was swell, as was the troupe and conversation. '' Upon reflectivity, I was pleased to have got an uncomplicated platonic relationship with a woman and felt safety around her.

Christy was born again and I assumed that abstention and piousness came with the software package. She would often talk about her kinship with HIM. I made the fault of playfully suggesting that HE might be a SHE. `` HIM '' she said, `` It 's HIM ''. I was n't about to disagree with her or contend with HIM for her tenderness. After all, billion of fair sex cry out HIS gens in the heat of the consequence every day. HE must be amazing in the sack.

I found her religious outlook quirky and comforting. She was always quoting scriptures and would implore for me. I naively assumed that any belief she may have had for me were sublimated. Then again, I was never that just at reading sexual cues.

Over time, she dropped some subtle hints about her past, slyly packaged with the sheen of biblical sanctimony. `` They say having impure thoughts is as bad as acting on them '' she said one day as we stood in her kitchen. `` As a subject of fact, '' she added `` There 's no day between thinking and doing. You may as well have done the human activity. ``

'' Indeed '' I responded and dropped the topic. That 's how clueless I am.

On another affair, she recalled a bible work word about inappropriate immoral demeanor and concluded that after 'some of the things I 've done in my life,
I 'm hardly in a posture to judge .'

Did I accept the invitation to ask ? No madam, I did not.

Sensing that her arrow of innuendo were not hitting the chump, she opted for a blunter musical instrument.

One day at her house, out of the blue she confessed. `` I have this matter about watching porn on the internet. I ca n't help it. I like it. I know I should n't but it 's sinful.I have to halt. ``

That club should have found its mark, but sadly it did n't. I suppose I am really circumspect about flings. Even though we 'd achieved a comfortable rapport I was unquiet. I was n't ( nor am I ) that confident about my intimate prowess, besides I take sex seriously and need to have a real connection with my better half. There 's another slope to me. A side I have n't seen often and one that would only reveal itself much later.

I was all set to nominate my final move out of Town and as a motion of perceptiveness I called her invited her over for a concluding dinner party. I offered to devise one of my preferent dishes A simple peasant repast that calls for fresh factor. of late summer heirloom tomato plant and vegetables were in heyday time of year and I was capable to encounter a local farm raised Gallus gallus. After all she 'd done for me, I felt it was the least I could do for her.

'' Sounds good '' she said, `` I 'll make for the wine ''
'' Great ''
'' And another matter '' she added, I 'd care to pass you a going away lay out. ``
'' Oh really '' I replied. I was rum, but unprepared for what came next.
'' I want to contribute you a massage. ``
Silence.
'' Okayyyy… ... .... '' I responded. This one landed like a bullet to the dorsum of the drumhead. And I knew the inevitable was imminent. A massage ? Really ?

She arrived looking stunning. dim-witted black slump, blanched blouse ; elegant and understated. The dinner went well. The scent of herbs and roast volaille suffused the elbow room as I set the casserole down. The wine was double-dyed, the air thick with sexual tensity.

And then another client arrived. The 'Kevin'Christy knew had excused himself to visit the men 's way and the other Kevin, thought it timely to go far fashionably late, though not fashionably dressed. He was buck naked.

'' I 'm ready for my massage. '' I declared.

Christy was at a personnel casualty for words. She surveyed me with a mixture of electric shock and amusement. I walked towards her and turned her chair towards me. I straddled her rose hip, cupping her face with my hands, and kissed her. I ran my hands through her silken hair, kissing her neck, her face her lips. She responded in kind.

I slipped my mitt into her blouse and fondled her titty. She moaned and kissed me harder. I lifted her blouse and caressed her skin. Snaking my hand around her back, I slipped my hired man into her falloff and discovered she was wearing no panties.

'' Nice '' I commented as I tickled the dimple at the top of her ass. `` I see now that you had this planned out in your head. ''

'' No, I did n't. '' She protested weakly.

I opened the release on her blouse and freeing her nipple from her bra, I gently licked her nipple. Her thorax swelled and her ventilation became ragged.

'' Harder '' she said.

I bit her nipples softly

'' Harder '' she said.

I squeezed them, slapped them, pulled them.

At that power point all the sexual asides, the confessions the gossip she 'd made in the past coalesced in an erotic event, the likes of which I had never known. Try as I might, nothing I write will even do Department of Justice to it.

I carried her to the bedroom and set her down gently on the bed. I hovered over her and looked into her eyes. I was overwhelmed by the way she looked at me. Never had she expressed so often without saying a intelligence.

The unattackable opinionated, dominant Christy suddenly became submissive, inviting me to dominate her, to admit her. This meter I read the cues right. It 's as if our communication was telepathic. We moved as one without a hint of awkwardness or shame. I was on my knees before as she lay supine on the bed. I removed her shoes and taking each foot in my hand I kissed them and sucked each toe one by one.

That 's when I discovered something else. Christy was a screamer. A real bawler. Like Michael Bolton channeled through Nigel Tufnell 's spinal anaesthesia Tap amp, Christy went straight to eleven and rest there. I removed her falling off, lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders. I noticed that she 'd sculpted her pubes into the most recherche landing strip I have ever seen. Just the right distance and breadth, arrow like, inviting me in. I was touched that she had take so a great deal forethought knowing what the even would bring. Or perhaps she did n't know yet.

As much as I tried to linger on her legs and interior thighs, I could no longer put off my ebullience to devour her exquisite pussy. Her clit called to me like an inviting blossom. Her scent was intoxicating. She wrapped her branch around my head, pulling me in, which did nothing to break her screeching, which had now reached fever lurch. Her aroma filled the elbow room and my side was soaked with her nectar. I wanted more. I filled her with my finger and captured more juice. She watched as I wiped my face with her cum.

But I wanted more and gently prizing her pegleg outdoors, I noticed her puckered anus.
I took a tentative lick and she screamed.
'' May I ? '' I asked.
'' Yesss '' she screamed.
I continued to puzzle out and research her ass with my glossa for foresightful than I think she could stand it.

Finally, we fucked. We moved like blind dancers, who who could read each other 's soundbox like braille. Every position came naturally. naught was off bounds and we went everywhere. As one.

Imagine the excitement of a first nighttime, married with the comfortable intimacy that comes with familiarity and experience. That 's how it felt.

And as we fell down on the pillow, satiated, spent, she kissed me and looked at me. She shook her head slowly and said,

'' It 's the quiet ace you have to watch. ''