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| Site contents Copyright © 2005-2015 Bridget Midway All Rights Reserved |
"Chances"
After the last dance and people began to filter out of the room, Christa asked Jim if he wanted to have
coffee in her hotel room. “It’s the least I can do for the way I’ve acted tonight.”
She hadn’t thought about getting the room up until a week before the party. She knew she would be
doing some drinking and didn’t need to drive.
Jim agreed and walked her to the elevator, his hand steadily holding the small of her back. Soon she
forgot that it was there. The touch felt so right.
Once in her room, Christa picked up the hotel pre-packed coffee next to the maker and read the
directions.
Sheepishly she admitted, “I don’t drink coffee.”
Jim grinned as he slipped off his jacket. “Good, because I didn’t want coffee.”
She dropped the packet onto the dresser and went to him, drawn like a magnet, unable to break from
his pull. She stepped out of her shoes as she got closer to him. That elicited a chuckle from him.
“They’re cute but they’re killing my feet.” Christa made the admission once she stood in front of him.
Being slightly lower, she stood nearly face to face with him. It was then she admired his strong jaw
line, his Roman nose and his perfectly shaped goatee. Upon closer inspection, Christa couldn’t help
but to be taken in by his raw sexuality. From his look to his attitude to the way he treated her, he
exuded a sensuality that she had never encountered in other men.
Again, without hesitation, she blurted, “You’re sexy.” And this time she didn’t want to take the words
back.
“Funny. I was just about to say that to you.”
He pulled her close and kissed her. The connection of his lips to hers weakened her knees until she
had to hold onto his shoulders for support. His tongue slipped easily into Christa’s welcoming mouth.
Now this was the way a man should this a woman.
As a reaction, she held him tighter, gripping his shoulders through his pressed white shirt. The kiss
beat anything she could have imagined. Gentle and firm all at once, his passionate gesture erupted
goosebumps over her flesh. Christa had to have this man, not a fantasy.
“I know you’re not looking for something permanent,” Jim began breathlessly. “Just let me give you
tonight.”
Christa didn’t have to respond. Her body more than answered for her.
Once Jim and Christa removed each other’s clothes, he being careful of her delicate dress and
Christa taking care not to pull of any buttons from his shirt or trousers, they slipped into bed.
“Here,” he began, “there is no height difference.”
Christa nodded, unconcerned now about any differences between them. She wanted to feel him
inside of her, have him give her pleasure she knew he could bring her. He wanted to feel her too but in
a different way.
With only his fingertips, he floated them down Christa’s body, over her shoulders, down her hardened
nipples where he teasingly feathered over them, down between her breasts, over her stomach and
dusted down each leg. All at once, he awakened her nerves, her body, making her more sensitive to
everything, touch, smell, sounds.
Once sheathed with a condom, he entered her, slow and easy as though he wanted to experience
every nuance of her cunt. The groan he made once he got down to the hilt made Christa even slicker.
Now it was her turn to touch him, caress him like he’d done to her. Only she didn’t want to be faint and
light and gentle as he’d been. Christa wanted to feel him, grab him, create indelible sense memories
so she would never forget him.
She wrapped her legs around him. His strong thighs pressed against her inner thighs. Her hands
explored his face and neck. Christa allowed them to smooth over his head, feel the prickles of hairs
growing back over it, let them tickle her palms.
She coasted her hands down to his small ears then over his bushy eyebrows. His gaze bore a steely
stare into hers until she felt powerless to look anywhere else. Christa’s hands cupped Jim’s ass as he
made easy thrusts inside of her. But she wanted more. She needed more from him.
Copyright © 2005 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.
coffee in her hotel room. “It’s the least I can do for the way I’ve acted tonight.”
She hadn’t thought about getting the room up until a week before the party. She knew she would be
doing some drinking and didn’t need to drive.
Jim agreed and walked her to the elevator, his hand steadily holding the small of her back. Soon she
forgot that it was there. The touch felt so right.
Once in her room, Christa picked up the hotel pre-packed coffee next to the maker and read the
directions.
Sheepishly she admitted, “I don’t drink coffee.”
Jim grinned as he slipped off his jacket. “Good, because I didn’t want coffee.”
She dropped the packet onto the dresser and went to him, drawn like a magnet, unable to break from
his pull. She stepped out of her shoes as she got closer to him. That elicited a chuckle from him.
“They’re cute but they’re killing my feet.” Christa made the admission once she stood in front of him.
Being slightly lower, she stood nearly face to face with him. It was then she admired his strong jaw
line, his Roman nose and his perfectly shaped goatee. Upon closer inspection, Christa couldn’t help
but to be taken in by his raw sexuality. From his look to his attitude to the way he treated her, he
exuded a sensuality that she had never encountered in other men.
Again, without hesitation, she blurted, “You’re sexy.” And this time she didn’t want to take the words
back.
“Funny. I was just about to say that to you.”
He pulled her close and kissed her. The connection of his lips to hers weakened her knees until she
had to hold onto his shoulders for support. His tongue slipped easily into Christa’s welcoming mouth.
Now this was the way a man should this a woman.
As a reaction, she held him tighter, gripping his shoulders through his pressed white shirt. The kiss
beat anything she could have imagined. Gentle and firm all at once, his passionate gesture erupted
goosebumps over her flesh. Christa had to have this man, not a fantasy.
“I know you’re not looking for something permanent,” Jim began breathlessly. “Just let me give you
tonight.”
Christa didn’t have to respond. Her body more than answered for her.
Once Jim and Christa removed each other’s clothes, he being careful of her delicate dress and
Christa taking care not to pull of any buttons from his shirt or trousers, they slipped into bed.
“Here,” he began, “there is no height difference.”
Christa nodded, unconcerned now about any differences between them. She wanted to feel him
inside of her, have him give her pleasure she knew he could bring her. He wanted to feel her too but in
a different way.
With only his fingertips, he floated them down Christa’s body, over her shoulders, down her hardened
nipples where he teasingly feathered over them, down between her breasts, over her stomach and
dusted down each leg. All at once, he awakened her nerves, her body, making her more sensitive to
everything, touch, smell, sounds.
Once sheathed with a condom, he entered her, slow and easy as though he wanted to experience
every nuance of her cunt. The groan he made once he got down to the hilt made Christa even slicker.
Now it was her turn to touch him, caress him like he’d done to her. Only she didn’t want to be faint and
light and gentle as he’d been. Christa wanted to feel him, grab him, create indelible sense memories
so she would never forget him.
She wrapped her legs around him. His strong thighs pressed against her inner thighs. Her hands
explored his face and neck. Christa allowed them to smooth over his head, feel the prickles of hairs
growing back over it, let them tickle her palms.
She coasted her hands down to his small ears then over his bushy eyebrows. His gaze bore a steely
stare into hers until she felt powerless to look anywhere else. Christa’s hands cupped Jim’s ass as he
made easy thrusts inside of her. But she wanted more. She needed more from him.
Copyright © 2005 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.