I unlock the rusty old door, open it and Christine walks inside. The air inside is dry and dusty. The old warehouse has large ceiling windows and light enters in beams. We walk up the stairs to a loft area, Christine is a former lover now living in LA. I wrap my arms around her as we watch the dusk settle. She wanted to feel this way forever. She is so comfortable. Completely and absolutely comfortable with everything, with her and with me. She is happy. The ease of these feelings surprised her, for the first time in her adult life she feels truly relaxed with me. I turned
on the light, illuminating a bed. Christine realized what I had planned, she is an attractive Korean woman just 5’5″ tall, about 110 pounds, with long black hair, green eyes, and creamy skin. She was the sweetest woman I had ever met too, kind, always concerned about others. We had been lovers off and on in Dallas, when this job came available in LA I made a call and got her the job. I hadn’t seen her in almost six months, she looked beautiful – she is wearing a white slip-dress that showed off her petite figure to perfection. She kissed me longingly, and smiled up at me. ” Oh John, I’m so glad you’re here!”, she said sweetly. ” I’m glad to be here, darling” I said, holding her close. ” I’ve got a surprise for you”, and then I handed her my gift.

She opened it and squealed with delight as she beheld the diamond tennis bracelet I’d gotten her. ” Oh John, it’s gorgeous!” she said. I let out a deep breath, moving closer to her, so that my hips and legs press up to hers. I put my arm round her waist. ” I never knew you felt like that. About me.” ” What?” Was he getting the wrong idea?
” I’m so lucky. You’re so, so, sexy.” I lean toward her, wrapping mt arm round her waist, pulling her to me. She turns her face away as I move my mouth in. My lips connected with the side of her face, my tongue passing gently over her skin. My hand is suddenly on her breast, covering it almost completely over her small white wrap. She jumps and grabs my hand. My mouth met her ear, she feels my teeth biting her lobe, my tongue flicking inside her ear. ” No,” she protested meekly. ” Don’t worry. Nobody’s here. ” My hand moves between her thighs. She clamped them shut.
” Please, no,” she said. Suddenly my hand is on her throat, sliding down over her breastbone. My fingers crept inside her wrap, she grabs at my wrist. She knew she had to prevent my fingers reaching her nipple. ” Just relax,” I said. ” It’ll be ok. We’ll just have some fun.” ” John, stop. You can’t.” My fingers cover the rise of her breast, heading lower. ” John, no, please stop. You…ohhhhhhhhhhh…”

My thumb and forefinger closed over her nipple. She feels a gush of moisture between her legs, her pelvis bucks against me and she feels dizzy. ” There you go,” I said. ” Relax and enjoy it. I promise it wont hurt much.”
My body covers hers, my mouth pushing apart her lips, both hands working her breasts and nipples. She feels her hips thrusting with a life of their own, her tongue twisting with mine, her climax approaching.