she had taken the photo, so she wasn't yet sure if she had the shot she needed. She would check the camera once she was warm, dry and had a glass of wine in her hand.
The shower had done the trick; now for the wine. Chris dried herself, and tied a huge bath towel around her.
“Great!” She had been plunged into darkness. Why in god’s name did the fuses blow so often? This was the third time in as many months. Chris was convinced there must be an underlying fault, and had told the landlord as much. A waste of breath that had been; he had done nothing. She found the door handle by touch, and stepped out of the bathroom.
When a hand grabbed her around the waist, she made to scream, but another hand clamped over her mouth.
“If I move my hand, do you promise not to shout?”
Chris nodded.
“Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” she said.
“Where would be the fun in that?” His hand slid up from her waist, found the top of the towel, and unhooked it, so it fell to the floor. Chris sighed as the man's hands began to slowly explore her body.
“Give me your hand,” he whispered.
When she did as he said, he guided her hand behind her back, and placed it on his erection. His hand slid under her leg, raising it, so her knee was bent. His fingers found her pussy lips, and then plunged into her wetness. Chris tilted her head back, so it was resting against his chest. She stroked his cock, slowly at first, but then faster when he began to finger fuck her.
Bradley James was strong; his physique was one of the first things she had noticed about him (she could be shallow like that sometimes). He turned Chris to face him, and then lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and they kissed. It was the same every time he came back – all of the passion which had built up during the interim boiled over. She could wait no longer to have him inside her. Reaching down, she took hold of his cock, and eased it into her pussy. It didn't matter how many times they fucked, the initial shock of his huge girth still had the same effect. He filled her in a way no other man had ever done. Still holding her in his arms, he swivelled around, pressing her back against the bathroom door. They were still in darkness, but her eyes had adjusted a little now. He almost knocked the breath out of her when he began to fuck her. The door banged against the frame with every thrust. Chris dug her feet into his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside her – she couldn't get enough of him.
“I've missed you,” she said.
He didn't speak. Instead, he buried his head in her breasts. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue and teeth did more than just tease. He didn't as much as flinch when she scraped her nails across his back.
Chris was on her feet again. He had turned her around, so she was facing the bathroom door. In keeping with the rest of his body, his hands were huge. It took only one to pin both of her wrists above her head. He pressed his erection hard against her arse – teasing her, but only for a moment. When he rammed his cock into her pussy, the force pushed her up against the door; her breasts squashed against the cold surface. Bradley knew how to make love, but he also knew how to fuck. Every time they were reunited, they fucked. Oh how they fucked.
When he came, he held her flat against the door until he had shot his load deep inside her pussy. Neither of them moved for several minutes.
“It's good to be back,” he said. “I suppose I'd better replace the fuse I removed.”
*********
“Why didn’t you call to tell me you were coming?” They were lying in bed; her head was resting on his chest.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“You succeeded. How long are you staying?”
She felt the shrug of his shoulders. It was his stock answer. Chris could never be sure when he would turn up or how long he would stay. To her friends, she
The shower had done the trick; now for the wine. Chris dried herself, and tied a huge bath towel around her.
“Great!” She had been plunged into darkness. Why in god’s name did the fuses blow so often? This was the third time in as many months. Chris was convinced there must be an underlying fault, and had told the landlord as much. A waste of breath that had been; he had done nothing. She found the door handle by touch, and stepped out of the bathroom.
When a hand grabbed her around the waist, she made to scream, but another hand clamped over her mouth.
“If I move my hand, do you promise not to shout?”
Chris nodded.
“Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” she said.
“Where would be the fun in that?” His hand slid up from her waist, found the top of the towel, and unhooked it, so it fell to the floor. Chris sighed as the man's hands began to slowly explore her body.
“Give me your hand,” he whispered.
When she did as he said, he guided her hand behind her back, and placed it on his erection. His hand slid under her leg, raising it, so her knee was bent. His fingers found her pussy lips, and then plunged into her wetness. Chris tilted her head back, so it was resting against his chest. She stroked his cock, slowly at first, but then faster when he began to finger fuck her.
Bradley James was strong; his physique was one of the first things she had noticed about him (she could be shallow like that sometimes). He turned Chris to face him, and then lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and they kissed. It was the same every time he came back – all of the passion which had built up during the interim boiled over. She could wait no longer to have him inside her. Reaching down, she took hold of his cock, and eased it into her pussy. It didn't matter how many times they fucked, the initial shock of his huge girth still had the same effect. He filled her in a way no other man had ever done. Still holding her in his arms, he swivelled around, pressing her back against the bathroom door. They were still in darkness, but her eyes had adjusted a little now. He almost knocked the breath out of her when he began to fuck her. The door banged against the frame with every thrust. Chris dug her feet into his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside her – she couldn't get enough of him.
“I've missed you,” she said.
He didn't speak. Instead, he buried his head in her breasts. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue and teeth did more than just tease. He didn't as much as flinch when she scraped her nails across his back.
Chris was on her feet again. He had turned her around, so she was facing the bathroom door. In keeping with the rest of his body, his hands were huge. It took only one to pin both of her wrists above her head. He pressed his erection hard against her arse – teasing her, but only for a moment. When he rammed his cock into her pussy, the force pushed her up against the door; her breasts squashed against the cold surface. Bradley knew how to make love, but he also knew how to fuck. Every time they were reunited, they fucked. Oh how they fucked.
When he came, he held her flat against the door until he had shot his load deep inside her pussy. Neither of them moved for several minutes.
“It's good to be back,” he said. “I suppose I'd better replace the fuse I removed.”
*********
“Why didn’t you call to tell me you were coming?” They were lying in bed; her head was resting on his chest.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“You succeeded. How long are you staying?”
She felt the shrug of his shoulders. It was his stock answer. Chris could never be sure when he would turn up or how long he would stay. To her friends, she
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