Moving Day Ch. 01

"Oh Jim, it's perfect!" she said and ran to me, giving me a huge hug. I hugged her back and enjoyed the feeling of her warm body pressing into mine. Her hands went to softly stroking my back and she gave my neck slow, sensuous lick from my collarbone to my ear, making my dick instantly hard again. She ground her groin into mine and started nibbling my ear. I could feel her nipples getting hard and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my cock. My hands moved down her spine slowly, and then one moved to her ass and started massaging it, while the other moved to her firm little tit and started stroking the side. She moaned lightly and I pushed her away.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked poutingly? She had a look on her like I had just taken away her birthday. My hands moved up to her breasts and started rubbing them lightly through her shirt and softly pulled and pinched her nipples. She bit her lip again, closed her eyes, and gave a little moan of approval.

"No Chrysta, you did nothing wrong. But, you are going to take a shower first." She nodded her approval and I sat down on the bed. She started walking to the bathroom and I cleared my throat loudly. She froze in place like a deer caught in the headlights. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"May I take a shower?" she asked hesitantly, turning back toward me. She put her hands behind her back and her head down a little and put a little pout in her face. God was that ever a turn on.

"How is it that you expect to shower with your clothes still on?" I asked her and leaned back on the bed a little, bracing myself with my arms. A little of the sparkle returned to her eyes and I swore they turned a clearer shade of blue. A smile crept across her face and she brought her hands out from around her back, caressing her ass on the way, and sensuously drug them to the tanned skin of her thighs. Her little tongue stuck out a bit and she snaked her hands up her thighs, stopping at their junction to rub her crotch. A little growling moan escaped her lips and they traveled upwards, undoing the top snap of the button fly on the way, and without even really stopping. Chrysta's hands kept moving up, separating a little, teasing the sides of her abs and continued up to her chest where she gave both of her tits a good squeeze and pulled hard on her nipples. She sucked her breath in sharply and gently rubbed them, then her hands moved on up to her neck where they teased the flesh there as they continued on their journey. I could see she was giving herself goose bumps from where I was sitting, and I could smell the soft scent of her sex filling the room.

Her hands went to her bun, and she stretched her arms out as far as they would go, pushing her tits with their little erect nipples toward me. She undid her bun and shook her hair out. It had a little curl to it; just enough to make it look a little wavy, and it went down about 6 inches past her shoulders. She started massaging her tits again while she shook her hair out. She tossed her head back, sending most of her crimson mane behind her, just her long, curly bangs stayed up front.

She started dancing to some unheard music, writhing in time with a beat that only she heard. Her hands went down to her shorts and she undid a second button of her fly, then they snaked their way back up her abs and untied her shirt from her mid-riff. She shook it out over her thumbs and slowly gathered it in her hands, still moving to that music. She crossed her arms and pulled the hem up over the top of her head, showing me that lace bra that I had been feeling. It did have a front clasp on it.

The shirt was unceremoniously dropped behind her and she started dancing in just her bra and shorts for me. Her hands went to play with her tits, softly teasing her nipples, and she somehow managed to unclasp her bra without even touching it. Her hands once again moved down to her shorts. One finger started stroking the hem that was starting to ride between her lips, pushing it deeper, causing another moan to erupt forth from her throat. The other hand unsnapped another button on the fly and she opened the fly as wide as it could go and then folded the top down as far as it could go. One more snap and I should have been able to see the tops of her lips, but I had yet to see any underwear. The top of her red bush I could see, however, just peaking out over the top of that last snap.

The hand that was massaging her pussy through her shorts went inside it through the fly and the other hand moved up to her bra and uncovered her right breast and nipple, slowly, dragging the material across its entirety. She bent her head down and stuck her tongue out, and with a very small push from her hand, her nipple was in her mouth. She started sucking on that, moaning to herself. Her other hand was still buried in her crotch and I could see her knuckles busily rubbing and stroking her pussy under that fabric. Her other hand went to playing with her left tit, still leaving the bra covering it. She let her nipple go with a loud pop, and both hands went to stroking her tits, her index fingers strumming her nipples. She took a few steps forward, still writhing to the music. Her hands snaked down again to unsnap the last button on her fly and she rolled them down even further, the top of her slit sticking out from the bottom of the fly, her small red bush trying to hide it, but failing miserably. The only thing keeping those shorts up now was the curve of her ass and her legs, which she was keeping separated, slowing the fabric to slide around inside her now opened flower.

Her hands snaked their way back up her abs, tickling and teasing her skin on the way up to her chest. She grabbed the center clasp of her left bra cup and she slowly pealed it off her tit. Her other hand grabbed the other side and she slid it off both arms at the same time, reaching back behind herself, leaning forward, damn near putting those tits in my face. I gave each nipple a quick lick while she was occupied and her breath caught in her throat deliciously. She dropped the bra behind her and spun away from me, her hair becoming a red flair around her face, her pink nipples standing at attention and greeting my view with every turn, and her jean shorts fell to the ground as she spun. She stopped herself about 5 feet away after stepping out of those shorts and stood there, her feet a shoulder width apart, her pussy lips separated and her pink slit open to view at the gap between the junction of her thighs. Her tits gave a little wobble with the quick stop and her face was covered in hair. She bent forward rapidly, her head damn near hitting the ground. Her hands went to her ankles and she slowly stood up, dragging her hands up her legs.

Her hands moved from the outside of her legs at her ankles, up her calves, crossing over at her knees. Her fingers raked up the insides of her thighs and she stuck both her index fingers in her cunt as she continued standing. I could hear the wet slurch as they entered and left just as quickly. They were covered in her juices already and I could see that they were wet from my position. Her left hand she dragged up over her abs, leaving a slightly wet trail up until about her rib cage. The finger then went to playing with her nipple. Her other finger she only raked up her side with her finger nail, along side her breast and then into her mouth where she started sucking her own juice off and moaning. It popped out of her mouth and she whipped her head back, putting her hair back behind her. She stepped forward and put her left finger in my mouth, which I took.

I licked her finger, battering the tip of it with the tip of my tongue, sucking her taste off it for her. It tasted exquisite, especially for her being on the road without a shower for the last few days. I couldn't wait to taste her after she cleaned herself up.

She slowly pulled the finger from my mouth and knelt on my lap, rubbing wet slit against my jeans encased hardon. We both enjoyed the feeling for a moment before she spoke.

"May I take a shower now, Jim?" she asked, her voice innocent and husky at the same time. I goddamn near came in my pants.

"Yes you may," I said hoarsely. I didn't realize how dry my throat had gotten while watching her. She kissed my neck, grinding her cunt against my crotch and slowly slid off the bed, running her nipples down my chest. When her knees hit the ground, she stood up slowly, her fingers running back up her legs stroking her mound and cupping her breasts.

"Thank you, Jim," she said and slowly turned around. She swayed into the bathroom, keeping her thighs separate as she walked, giving me the vision of her open pussy with a little bit of fur showing around it under her perfect, tanned little ass.

The door to the bathroom opened and she gave me another absolutely simmering look, licked her lips and went in. The door closed behind her and the shower started. I fell back on to the bed, my arms to my side, staring up at the ceiling. The last 2 minutes slowly replayed in my head again. I must have started dozing because the next thing I remember is a tug on my pants and the sound of a zipper being lowered.

"Jim?" she asked, fishing my rapidly hardening cock out of my pants. I propped myself up on my arms and looked at the vision before me.

Chrysta had dried herself off from her shower, but her hair was still wrapped up in a towel, with a few strands of her red locks peaking out here or there. Except for that towel, she was naked and kneeling between my legs at the edge of the bed.

"Yes?" I croaked out as she started licking my cock head.

"I just realized that I don't have any clean clothes up here. They're down in the bag in your car," she said and sucked my whole cock head into her mouth. It was my turn to moan this time and she started bobbing and flicking her tongue and sucking on my cock head a little faster and harder.

"I guess you'll have to call the bellhop then, won't you," I said. She moaned a little, sending chills up and down my spine. She started to work my cock down her throat and only got about 6 inches of it past her lips. I fell back ward on the bed; my arms had turned to jello. She stood up a little to adjust her position and started sucking my cock with a fever and started rolling my balls around. I could hear her play with her wet pussy over the slurping of her mouth on my knob.

"Chrysta, I didn't tell you to play with yourself, did I?" I choked out. She whimpered what sounded like an apology. I heard her stop and that hand came forward to start jerking my rod, using her own pussy juice and her spit for lube. It wasn't going to take me much longer between her tongue, her tight throat, and her jerking me off while playing with my balls. "Gonna cum," I moaned. She started jerking faster and sucking harder.

"Pull it out. Gonna cum on your face," I said and let my knob plop out of her mouth She started jerking harder, rubbing from my root to the tip, rubbing around my cock head about every third stroke or so. Her tongue was going nuts, feathering my head when her hand wasn't rubbing it. I looked down at her and she was looking at my cock as if it were fountain of youth. She looked up quickly and our gaze met. My eyes were glazed over so much that I couldn't see, and hers were hot, smoldering pits of lust.

She kept her eyes on mine and slowly engulfed my cock head with her mouth, her tongue flicking as fast as it could against the under side of my mushroom. She started moaning around it, closing her eyes and sucking a little, her tongue dipping its tip into my piss slit. That's all it took.

She must have felt the surge with her hand before she tasted my jizz, because I'm pretty sure not a single drop managed to make it in her mouth. The first shot went from her nose across her eyebrow and up into her hair. The next shot pooled up on her cheek and started running down her jaw. The next one coated her lips, the next one hit her nose again and it started running off, joining the stream the third one made. The last few strings of cum didn't have the force behind them and they hit her chin and dribbled down her neck to her chest. She milked one last one out of my cock that had a little force behind it and it shot across her forehead and into her hair. I fell back ward on the bed, almost ready to pass out. She giggled and stood up.

"I guess you're more tired than you thought," she giggled. I sighed and smiled.

"I am now. Where did you learn to suck cock like that?" I asked. I managed to open my eyes and see clearly and saw that she was blushing.

"I was just always good at it. Momma told me to never waste my talents," she said and giggled a little more. I laughed a little bit.

"Your momma's a good woman! Call the bellhop and lets get your clothes up here. You have any money on you? They're going to want a tip," I said.

"I have a 20 in my shorts," she said and bent over at the waist, giving me a good shot at that pussy and that ass again. Her head appeared behind one of her knees and she smiled devilishly. "Looks like someone's not as tired as he thought," she said and playfully bit the air, giving a little growl. I looked down and my cock was already starting to harden again.

I tucked myself back into my pants and she stood up and walked to the phone. "Chrysta, tell them to bring up my black suitcase from the back seat, too," I added and walked into the bathroom. I started the shower and listened to her call the front desk.

"They said they'd bring it right up, Jim," she said, hanging up the phone. I stripped my clothes and threw them into the bedroom. I walked into the front of the room and looked at her, lying naked on the couch, teasing her nipples with the 20-dollar bill. That gave me an idea.

"Thank you," I said smiling. "By the way, don't put a towel on when the bellhop gets up here."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Jim!" she said, almost astonished that I would even suggest to her that she cover up.

"Good," I said getting into the shower. "Oh, and by the way, I don't want you to tell me that you simply handed that bellhop that 20. And if the bellhop is a guy, I want to see his cum on those tits when I get out of here." She was in the bathroom before I had closed the shower curtain.

"Jim, how about I let them get the 20 from here?" she said, trailing the money down her stomach and tucking the center of it into her wet snatch. The green in the red made me think of Christmas and the lucky bastard that gets to open up that present.

"Great," I said, stroking my dick as I shut the curtain. "Tell me about it when I get out of the shower." I heard the door shut and enjoyed the rush of the water against my skin and tried to figure out what we were going to do next.