Cold Feet

RICK

Christine lives on the forty-sixth floor of a high-rise apartment. She unlocks the door and enters dropping her bag on the table in the entrance hall as she turns to hold the door open for me. I step in and she closes and locks the door behind me. Before I can wander further into the apartment, she catches my hand and pulls me back to where she is now leaning against the door.

She pulls me close and our lips meet as my hands settle on her hips. Our kisses are brief, teasing, exploring, wanting more. Then I take her face in my hands and fix my lips to hers. My tongue pushes forward and her lips part willingly inviting entry. Our tongues collide and writhe like lovers, exploring and sharing our desire and passion.

My hands lower from her face and begin to explore her body through her dress. It’s not enough. I want more. Much more. I reach behind her and find the zip of her dress and pull it down in one smooth movement. My fingers hook the edges of her open dress and pull it to the sides. She lowers her arms letting me slide the dress off her shoulders. As soon as her arms are free, her hands are back in my hair as we kiss.

Her dress hangs from her waist pinned by our bodies but there’s enough room for me to slide my hands between the dress and her skin. I’m searching for her panties. It doesn’t take long to realize she’s not wearing any. I break our kiss with the discovery.

“Really?” I ask in disbelief.

She smiles like a naughty girl that’s been caught red handed. “I decided to be spontaneous this morning,” she jokes.

“If I had known, you would have been in trouble in the elevator,” I say.

“Oh really?” she laughs. “You would have had to work really fast.”

“I could have used my lawyer’s directness,” I joke.

“And it might have worked,” she replies before we kiss again.

she takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom wearing nothing but her high heels and her bra while I enjoy

quickly kicks off her shoes and removes her bra before she falls on the bed, naked. She rolls over onto her stomach. She hugs a pillow

at her unashamedly. My eyes roam up from her feet over her perfectly defined calves and then over the backs of her thighs. Her legs are parted giving me a clear view of her pussy between her legs. The curve of her ass, the curve of her thighs where they meet her ass and her waxed slit

valley between her ass cheeks is so damn sexy. Her back is strong and toned and I see the dimples on either side of her spine at hip level. Someone

carves a shallow valley between the flesh and muscles of her back up to

or

finish undressing and climb on the bed by

knees between her legs and she has to part her legs more to give me room. It greatly improves my view of her slit resting on her soft duvet. The skin around it is a slightly darker hue than the rest of her skin because of the pubic hair’s regrowth. It creates

firm at first as I grab her soft flesh in my hands. I want to feel her, grab her, have her, all of her in my hands. Then my touch eases as I gradually begin to stroke her legs with my fingers. I start to trace soft strokes up her legs inching higher every time until they finally brush her slit. I touch it again. My fingers start lower and I find her clit. I gently apply pressure and she raises her hips ever so slightly as a soft moan escapes her lips. As I move my finger up and

bed again. I support myself on my arms as I lean forward. I inhale deeply and I can smell her desire, her sex. It almost drives me wild. I kiss her ass and move up planting soft kisses on

so badly but I want to deny her

me

she demands hungrily, “or I’ll show

me she’ll live up to her threat and so I relent a little. She shifts and connects with my shaft. I press forward a bit until

fuck yes,” she whisper-sighs. I hold myself there and

matters into her own hands and suddenly pushes up and back with her arms. I don’t expect it and in the next instant

what I’m talking about!” she

responds and moves her hips in unison with