Christina Hendricks - #SelfDate
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Christina had moved out of their shared home and got herself a new place, nothing permanent yet but it was comfortable whilst she went through the arduous process of their divorce and splitting of finances; that certainly wasn't something to look forward to and she dreaded it every time it crossed her mind. At the moment she was able to keep herself occupied, working on a new film and staying on location in a hotel, well away from her ex where she could just focus on work. It was healthy for her to have something to do else she'd just mope around feeling sorry for herself, her confidence knocked and self-esteem shot. The only thing that was a problem was her sexual frustration. It had been months since she'd had sex with her husband due to their mounting troubles, and now she was single and had nobody on hand to help her out. To top it off she felt miserable about herself, concerned it was a little too late to attract somebody new and that she was overweight and not in her best shape right now.
After another days shooting, which had seemed slow and tortuous in places and not been helped by her feckless assistant who never managed to get anything right for her. She headed back to her hotel again to while away the evening, having an excellent meal at the hotel restaurant before retiring to her bedroom. The door closed, leaving her in near silence; a sense of loneliness rushed up on her and she felt a surge in her chest, before taking a breath and letting it pass, dropping her things down and kicking her shoes off as she stepped into the room. Her intention was a nice hot shower, so she set it running in the bathroom and went back to the bedroom to strip her clothes off. Unzipping her dress, she wiggled it down and let it fall to the floor to leave her in her simple black underwear, wearing basic cotton panties and a lightly lined bra to contain her massive breasts. It was nothing sexy, and she wondered if she should start wearing something fancier again to make herself feel more desirable, but that was a concern for another time. Christina reached back and released the bra, giving a sigh of relief as her magnificent puppies were set free and casting it aside onto the floor as they bounced heavily on her chest. She quickly pushed her panties down and kicked them away as she turned towards the bathroom.
She closed the door as she stepped into the bright room, tiles cold beneath her bare feet as she nipped across the floor and pulled herself into the shower, water already steaming and hot, inviting her to engulf her famous curves under the cascade. Christina shivered at the warmth, closing around her body securely and making her shudder in pleasure, relaxing as she let out a deep breath and took a few moments to be calm. She enjoyed the hot, decadent shower for several minutes, running her hands over every inch of her pale body as she lathered herself up and got herself refreshed, feeling so much better once she turned the shower off and slid into a nice crisp towel, all ready and waiting for her. She wrapped herself in one and padded back into the hotel room, drying the tips of her red hair with another towel as she looked around the room, pondering what to do with herself. The day hadn't ended too late and she had some time on her hands – and was feeling very, very horny.
She hadn't really noticed it, but this urge and need had been building up in her, and now alone in her hotel room it got a grip of her. She shifted her hips as she felt compelled to touch, throwing the other towel aside and contemplating what she could do for a minute, looking to her bags. Being on her own now, she'd brought some of her sex toys with her; like most women, she owned some to play with on her own, though she'd used them less in recent times but now they had a more important place in her life. Stepping over to her bag, she opened it up to reveal the toys she had stashed away, which included a smooth bullet vibrator, a much larger vibrator and a thick glass dildo. Easily selecting the bullet vibrator, her hand hesitated, hovering over her other toys; she contemplating the larger vibrator as well but paused, taking in how horny she was and knowing she needed more, hand moving carefully to the large glass toy. Picking it up, she hefted the weight of the thick glass cock, taking in the size of it as she closed her soft hand around it.
It was around eight inches long and thick, a pretty large toy and more than she would usually be interested in. It'd been bought for her and she had initially shunned it as too big for her to take, comfortably at least, but after using it a few times she had started to love it and found it just hit the spot for her perfectly when she was really turned on and needing something special to press her buttons, like now. Grabbing her bottle of lube too, she skipped back to the bed and dropped the toys down before discarding her towel onto the edge of the bed and jumping naked onto the sheets. Settling down into the soft bed she immediately grabbed her bullet and twisted it to turn it on, jumping to life in her hand before pressing it down between her legs and straight onto her clit, making her jolt and kick as she very directly hit the spot with it. Christina gave a groan of pleasure as she worked the tip of the buzzing bullet around her most delicate spot, carefully tingling at the periphery of her button as she rolled her hips in unison with it for the utmost pleasure. She didn't want to come too quickly, wanting to build her orgasm up, so teased herself with the toy slowly.
Reaching out, she grasped the cold glass dildo and pulled it over to herself, lifting the thick toy over between her legs then reaching out for the lube to help herself take it. Though she was very turned on and knew from experience that she could get the dildo into herself quite comfortably, she absolutely loved the smooth, slick feeling when it was thoroughly lubed up, the thick glass just effortlessly and inexorably slipping into her body and stretching her out. She continued to work the bullet around her clit and tease up her puffy labia, wrist resting on her neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair as she flipped the cap of the lube bottle open. Having to let go of the bullet, she dropped the trembling toy onto the bed and picked up the glass toy, squeezing lube along its length before standing the bottle aside and rubbing the silky lube all over the ridged glass cock. She reached down to rub the excess lube over her pussy, sighing as it mixed with her own abundant juices, preparing her fully.
She lowered the glass dildo between her legs as she wiped her hand hastily on the towel, still on the bed beside her, and picked up her bullet again in readiness. She took a solid grip on the base of the glass toy and lined it up with her dripping, hungry pussy, just letting the cold glass touch and tantalise her entrance, making her tremble in trepidation. Working the bulbous head a little to separate her lips and ready herself completely, she took a deep breath, held it, and then slowly let it out and in one smooth, rapid motion slid the whole dildo inside herself until the base pressed against her body. Her muscles clenched and contracted suddenly at the cold glass she suddenly buried into her body, serving onto to squeeze her silky vagina tightly around the shaft and make the icy sensation even more intense. Her abs crunched hard as her thighs pressed together, arching up from the bed as she gave a deep, strained inhale, eyes squeezed shut as she was totally overwhelmed by the thick glass dildo coldly stretching her out.
She gave a series of hard gasps before controlling herself, slowly her breathing as her body tingled all over with goose pimples, nipples screwing themselves up hard on her gorgeous breasts as her clit throbbed with excitement, vagina giving spasms around the thick, hard glass invader. Getting in charge of herself again, she settled back into the bed and stretched out, spreading her legs again and bringing her bullet back into play, getting it back onto her clit above the hard glass toy. She gave another quivering shake as the vibrations rocked her body again, straining into the bullet momentarily before she got on working it around her button, circling it again and withdrawing the thick dildo slowly from her slick pussy, effortlessly sliding back from her silky, lubed tunnel till just the tip was inside her, bulbous head just holding on inside her body before she slowly slid the entire length of it back into her body with a shudder that cranked her further towards orgasm.
Christina wanted to build it slowly but things were bubbling away very nicely towards a climax and she was enticed to chase it. Restraining herself, she eased the pressure on the bullet and slowed her her work on her clit, focusing on the dildo now as she worked her hand into a rhythm with it, pulling the thick toy out of herself almost all the way and then sinking it back in, the abundant lube allowing her to easily and swiftly thrust the toy into herself despite its size. It was long and thick, bigger than any cock she'd had for a long time, but her pussy was ready now, body relaxed and stretching easily around the hard, immovable glass penetrating her so completely. Her arm got faster, thrusting it more powerfully into herself, driving it against her body as she buried it within her, feeling all the contours and shaped moulded into the dildo as they lit up her nerve endings. Her groans were quite throaty, intense and moreover loud into her semi-dark room, suddenly catching herself and trying to quiet down.
Unable to deny the sweet, soulful pleasure she was instigating in herself, increasing with every drive of the dildo and circle of the vibrator, she turned her head to bite at the pillow. Leaning out to snatch it, she pulled it closer with her teeth and then bit down on it, taking a mouthful of the soft bedding and moaning loudly into the padding, her love sounds muffled significantly. Working the dildo in harder, faster, shorter strokes she cranked up her pleasure, groaning loudly at the sweet sensations of pleasure spreading throughout her body, legs tingling and pussy clenching down tightly around the thick, cool glass. But something wasn't quite there, it wasn't enough somehow, as if she were still missing something and it wasn't quite hitting the spot properly. Slowing the dildo to a casual rock, she opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling with a sigh of frustration, unable to fathom it, thinking about it for a few moments until an idea crossed her mind.
Her ass. It wasn't something she did often, only enjoying anal play sometimes, and then only with her toys when she was in control of it. Sure she'd done anal sex before, for a couple of boyfriends and her husband, but not that often and she didn't particularly enjoy it. It hadn't been unpleasant per se, but she hadn't liked them being in charge of it and they often failed to pleasure her properly with it, instead just enjoying her tight asshole wrapped around their cock. Taking a breath, she decided it was what she needed, and she was going big with it tonight. Sliding the slick glass dildo out of her pussy, she felt her heart beating as she put the bullet down and grabbed the lube again, squeezing more onto the thick head of the dildo before she rolled her legs back and spread them so she could push the toy into place against her tightest, most forbidden hole. She tentatively pressed it against herself, getting it into position and readying herself, taking a deep breath.
With a hard push she squeezed the dildo into herself, pushing out to accommodate it as it stretched its way through her tight asshole and into her body. Christina let out a gasping wail of sensation into the pillow as she drove the thick glass toy into herself, not stopping until the base of it was against her body, overwhelmed by the cold, hard dildo sliding into her tightest hole. She couldn't contain herself again, shaking and tensing as her body as she let the feeling of the cold glass rock her for a moment, gasping her pleasure to the darkened room. Fumbling her bullet back into play, she pressed it into her clit and arched up hard from the bed at the pleasure coursing through her, grinding her hips up into her touch and pulling the toy back to thrust it into her once more. Wasting no time, Christina started thrusting the large dildo in and out of her ass, her tight sphincter hugging it intently as the lube let it slide inexorably into her body.
It was exactly what she needed, it had definitely been the right move as she thumped it into herself, ratcheting up the pace swiftly as it felt fantastic and she couldn't help herself, rapidly circling the buzzing bullet vibrator around her clit more intently now as she felt the tingles of orgasm spilling over to a big climax. Not even trying to fight or prolong it any further, the voluptuous redhead pumping the toy into her ass, hard and deep, loving the sensations as she worked it to slightly different angles with every thrust as she energetically rubbed and circled herself with her bullet to unleash her orgasm. There was just a few seconds further where time seemed to stretch as she fucked herself, arm aching now as her hips ground hard into the bullet, the buzzing tip circling her swollen clit.
With a sudden jolt and a loud scream of pleasure, muffled by the pillow in her mouth, Christina came hard, back arching up from the bed as she drove the dildo as deep as possible into her ass and pressed the bullet hard into her clit. She bit down hard as she gave a series of intense, gasping screams of pleasure, hips jolting and bucking with the intense pleasure as she climaxed, exactly the kind of orgasm she'd hoped for and needed. It was just such a relief for her, to feel what she'd ached for though before that moment she hadn't realised it, just knowing she'd needed something. Releasing the pillow and flopping back onto the pillow the flame haired actress pulled the vibrator off herself as the sensitivity set in, body buzzing in the wake of her session as she put it aside. She just lay on the bed for a couple of minutes, dildo still buried in her ass as she recovered and breathed deeply, basking in the satisfaction of things.
Stirring, she slowly slid the large dildo from her ass with a pop and put it aside, getting up from the bed and giving a stretch, feeling the slight ache in her ass while standing up. It'd been a while since she'd played with her toys anally but she'd loved it, figuring the time without it only made it better. She cleared up and put her sex toys back in her bag, away from prying eyes of anyone tidying up her hotel room the next day. Tiredness was overtaking her now and she wanted to be fresh for the next day of shooting so she simply gave into it and slid into bed, the sheets cool against her naked body as they sank down over her porcelain skin. She gave a stretch, reached up to switch off the lights and settled into the pillows with a satisfied sigh.
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The next morning Christina was on set, ready for another day of shooting. It was a Friday, end of the week and she was looking forward to the Saturday off like everyone else. She didn't know what she was going to do exactly, but it'd be nice to get away from work even if it was helping distract her from reality.
“Here's your coffee, Miss Hendricks,” her assistant Tom chimed in from behind her, holding her coffee out.
“Thanks,” she said, taking it from him before he hurried off. Taking a sip, she grimaced slightly and sighed heavily in exasperation. There was too much sugar in it, again. It was always something with him, he never could seem to get anything right for her and this was just another little annoyance. How difficult was it to get a goddamn coffee right? She looked after him as he headed off on another task, probably to get something else wrong. Taking another mouthful of the wretched beverage, she wondered how he'd got this job in the first place; he never seemed to get anything right for her, whether it was a drink or organising something to be in her dressing room. He forgot things and just seemed generally rather incompetent. As far as she knew he wasn't related to anybody from the studio so he hadn't snuck into his job as a favour, he'd somehow managed to earn the role and now had the privilege of irritating her on a daily basis.
Narrowing her eyes she let her mind run with it for a moment, venting her simmering fury to herself. She just couldn't believe she was stuck with somebody like that and she just didn't need it right now; with her recent separation and divorce proceedings to endure, in amongst the shoot that helped to distract her from it, things were all a bit much right now, too much sometimes, and she just could do without an incompetent assistant to ruin every day she had on set. At times she just felt like walking up to the director and telling her to sack him immediately, that she couldn't take it and needed someone on the ball, but she controlled herself and kept quiet. She knew in calm moments that he was probably doing his best and not intentionally trying to thwart her day-to-day, not that it changed the fact he wasn't really good enough. She also knew that she couldn't just outright sack him without people saying, behind her back of course, that she was a diva and having some hissy fit due to her divorce and that she was just taking it out on him because she could with her position. It wouldn't be true of course, but she knew such things would be said.
Still, despite all that, she had noticed he seemed to be in pretty decent shape like he worked out pretty regularly and she'd caught him checking her out a couple of times, glancing at her ass or peeking down her top at her massive boobs more than once. He was pretty sly with it and she'd never called him out on it, partly because she didn't want to make a scene and he was hardly the first guy to look down her top, but mostly because she liked the way he looked at her. He was a fair bit younger than she was and she treated herself to the attention frankly, loving the fact he was interested even if he did annoy her. It crossed her mind what it might be like to fuck him, to let him have a go at her and see whether he could handle and satisfy her like she could do with just now. Realising she was staring after him over the top of her unsatisfactory coffee she looked away, shaking the thought from her head, knowing it was a ridiculous idea at the best of times. They didn't really get on in anything other than a professional manner, there was no real friendship and warmth between them, her irritation in him evident she figured and he seemed to return it, showing no interest in breaking that wall down besides on glances at her curves. Oh she was sure he'd probably fuck her if she gave him the chance, lots of men would she supposed, but they had little rapport and their relationship was borderline icy.
The flame haired actress finished her disappointing coffee and was called back to set to get on with the days filming. The scenes down for that day were quite enjoyable actually and she had fun with it, getting on with all her co-stars alright and things generally ran smoothly. There were a couple of hiccups and one scene took over ten takes to get right which was annoying, especially as it wasn't due to her, but other than that things went fine. Of course there was another incorrect coffee to contend with in the afternoon that made her roll her eyes but she'd started to get used to that now, and she knew it was up to her to complain if she wanted anything to change. One thing she couldn't deny throughout the day was how horny she was feeling, how much she needed a man to fuck her. It was as simple as that, the toys just couldn't scratch that itch and she needed a guy to take her to task and fuck her in the most carnal way, really use her gorgeous feminine curves for what they were designed for. It was a frustrated Friday and she really didn't know what to do about it; she wasn't just going to go out and pull a guy in a bar, there was far too much risk in being seen doing that and she definitely didn't want that kind of publicity. There was only one option as far as she could tell right now.
Him. Her incompetent assistant Tom might just be an option for her. Her idle thought from earlier in the day returned to her and she unravelled it, turning it over in her head, imagining letting him fuck her and give her what she needed. She wondered if he'd be any better at doing that than his actual job, whether he might be satisfactory in that role instead. She toyed with the thought for a few minutes, figuring it might make their working relationship significantly better if she were to fuck him as well as give her what she needed. Not that that was a decent reason, she could just ask for a new assistant, but this might be much more enjoyable. She played with the idea for the rest of the afternoon, thinking over it between takes, only serving to stiffen her nipples and wetten her pussy a little as she contemplated it, letting her imagination run away at times over what he could do with her. She shook it from her mind late in the day however, deciding she was being stupid and didn't need to do it. It was just her getting caught up in everything and her mind was pointing the wrong way, she didn't need a fling she just had to handle what was going on and find someone else to date.
At least that's what she told herself. At the end of the day, heading back to her trailer to get ready to leave she ran into Tom, who asked her if there was anything else he could do for her, and in that moment she made the cold, hard decision to go for it. She was gonna take her shot right there and if he didn't respond, well, she figured it didn't matter a shit. Nobody was going to believe that she'd propositioned him if he told them, and she could get him fired so she didn't have to speak to him again.
“No thanks Tom, I'm good,” she replied in her sweet voice, immediately turning on the charm with a smile.
“Ok cool, I'm gonna head off then,” he said, turning to go. Christina immediately felt a surge in her chest, her moment escaping.
“What are you up to tonight? Or this weekend?” she asked quickly, capturing his attention, heart pounding behind her enormous breasts. He turned back to her, a little unsure as they hadn't ever really had a casual kinda chat before, their relationship being cool and professional as it was.
“Uh nothing much, just gonna take it easy I think,” he replied.
“That sounds good, any plans with your girlfriend or anything over the weekend?” Christina asked, prying in a not-so-subtle manner as to whether he was single. He didn't pick up on it however so didn't put her on the spot.
“No no, I'm single right now so I'm just gonna take it easy this weekend and relax, recharge myself a bit,” he replied, “how about you? What are you doing?” he asked politely in return. Her heart was pounding in her chest, fairly thumping against her ribcage as she felt almost light headed. She hadn't been so nervous in years, trying to calm herself as she took a deep breath and held it for a moment, looking into his eyes and steeling herself for whatever came next.
“Well since you're not doing anything, do you want to fuck me instead?" she said simply, keeping her tone the same and not letting her voice tremble to belie her racing heart. His eyes widened as his look to her became a stare, his heart standing still before giving a flurry of beats as his brain tried to process what she'd just said, and confirm that she'd said it and he hadn't just zoned out for a minute.
“Um...what?” he replied flatly, unable to get his head around the idea. Surely she wasn't serious.
“You heard me. Do you want to screw me?” she repeated, keeping her demeanour calm and cool even as her heart raced dangerously fast, wanting to make sure she came across as the composed character he thought she was.
“What...right now?” he asked, mind not engaging properly with his mouth to question what he'd just heard.
“No, tonight ideally,” she said, immediately feeling a rush of excitement that he might be about to take her up on it.
“Are you kidding?” he said carefully, glancing around as if people were going to jump out and give away the prank.
“Good joke if you are, very funny, you got me,” he said, giving a smile, breaking the tension. Christina also smiled a little, feeling a little relief even though she had to get this over the line.
“No, I'm quite serious,” she replied levelly. He just stared in stunned silence, unable to speak as he thought about it. Christina glanced around to make sure they will still alone and stepped a little closer to him, a quieter tone to her voice, and a more honest one.
“Listen, I really need it, so if you want to help me out I'd be very grateful,” she said with a telling raise of her eyebrows, “and I think we might have a much better working relationship going forwards.”
“Are you really serious? Come on,” he asked quietly, keeping his eyes on hers and stopping them from peering straight down her top.
“Yes, deadly serious. If you're game,” she said simply, cooler now and closing the deal. Judging it for a second more, he thought of the possibilities and what she offered.
“Then yes, I'd very much like to screw you,” he admitted, giving her the green light, her heart surging with another flutter as her nerves broke into butterflies in her tummy at the thought of it coming together.
“Excellent,” she beamed, breaking into a smile. The negotiation was successful, and unless she pulled the plug she was going to get what she needed.
“Where did you have in mind? You're in a hotel here right?” he said, taking a little more lead to complete their arrangements.
“I am in a hotel, but I'd rather come to your place,” she replied.
“My place? It's alright but I'm sure your hotel is much nicer,” he said honestly, giving a slight shrug. He had a reasonable apartment in the city, not that far away from set, but he doubted it was the kind of thing Christina was used to.
“As you may understand I don't want to advertise this and you coming to my hotel might be...noticed. I'm sure you gather it's nothing personal, I just want this to be...off the radar,” she finished, looking deeply into his eyes with her own blue ones.
“Ok got it,” he said with a smile, frankly cool with whatever she wanted to do if he was going to get her in the sack.
“Good, so your address?” she said.
“Uh sure, sure, you got a pen or something?” he said even as he checked his pockets.
“Just put it in a message and text me it,” she said, holding out her hand for his phone. Finding her feet again to tease and tempt, she took his device from him easily and flipped onto contacts to add a new one, calling it simply “Christina” and then typing her number in, giving it a triple check before handing his phone back to him.
“Send me it and I'll show up,” she said as he took it back, looking over it to make sure the number was saved.
“Ok,” he said with the slightest hint of nerves to his voice that made her smile internally, “what sort of time?”
“Seven-ish,” she replied simply, keeping details controlled.
“Alright then, and what do you like to drink? I'll get something,” he said, giving a smile to her. He wanted to think ahead and make sure they could both relax.
“Johnnie Walker, black label,” she replied with a smile, a little impressed and pleased that he was interested to please her. Their interaction was done and Christina ended it smoothly.
“Until later then, see you about seven,” she said, just blowing the softest hint of a kiss with her red lips and turning to walk back into her trailer. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked, unable to resist swaying her hips for him until she heard him start walking away in the direction of the parking lot. She glanced at him as she closed the door, shutting out the world and letting out a huge sigh of sheer relief, all the breath escaping her body as she sagged slightly and let everything wash over her at once. She'd never propositioned someone the way she just had her assistant and felt utterly overwhelmed in that moment, taking deep breaths and feeling her pulse race and flutter as it crossed her mind what she'd initiated. Finding a chair she took a rest, controlling her inhales and letting her heart rate slow to a more normal state as she absorbed what was on the cards now, what she'd clearly invited and what he might expect of her. Glancing to the clock, she noted she had a couple of hours to get ready so decided she would get herself together, head back to her hotel and prepare. As she calmed down, she realised the front of her panties were soaked.
Around twenty to seven she was ready, standing in front of the full length mirror in her hotel room checking herself out to make sure every detail was perfect. He might know her already, but she wanted to keep up the facade as long as possible. His text had come in just a few minutes after she left, before she even got back to the hotel and she had just replied with a “see you soon” and a kiss. She wanted to keep him intrigued after all. After getting back to the hotel, she'd opted for a light bite at the restaurant as she couldn't stomach a whole meal with the butterflies fluttering around and then headed up to her suite for a hot shower. After shaving her legs and tidying her pubic hair she'd moisturised every inch of her alabaster skin and then stood in front of the mirror. Studying her naked body, she'd felt a little conscious of her tummy, wanting to lose a few pounds now to keep her figure curvy but trim. She knew her tits were on point though and she was sure he'd like those. She'd fixed her make-up, not wanting to overdo it but giving herself deep red lips and a dark smokey style to her eyes.
When it came to selecting her underwear she'd debated whether to put on something really sexy and alluring or keep it more simple, eventually deciding to keep it simpler. She didn't have all her lingerie with her on location anyway, though she did have a suspender belt and stockings, but decided to not overcomplicate things for him. She'd slipped on a matching set in electric blue satin trimmed with black lace, the nice silky thong hugging her beautifully before she squeezed her fantastic rack into the bra, settling the thick straps over her shoulders and pushing her chest up. Not quite satisfied with that, she'd opted to add a simple set of black nylon hold-ups, the lacy tops clinging round her thighs and matching the underwear perfectly. She's slipped a simple black dress over the top, a good plunge to her cleavage and the skirt at mid-thigh with a pair of red silk high heels.
And now here she was, stood in her room ready to go. Ready to go for basically a booty call, to get fucked by someone who until this point had said good morning to her and given her incorrect beverages. But maybe he'd fuck her like she needed. She took a deep breath and steeled her nerves, checking her hand to see it shaking as she held it out. Having never done anything like this before she was very nervous, but calmed herself knowing that he was very eager to have her and she could definitely work with that. With a final check to make sure she had everything with her, she slipped a long coat on to cover her alluring outfit and left her room, walking to the elevator and then down out of the lobby to a waiting cab in the rank. Giving him the directions, she sat back and took a deep breath, knowing this was an experience if nothing else.
Awaiting Christina's arrival, Tom had gone home and rapidly cleaned his whole apartment top to bottom as he'd swallowed some quick snacky food. It wasn't untidy, but he'd wanted to make sure it was presented as best as it could be for the inbound actress, wanting the flame haired beauty to not be put off by a single thing. As well as generally tidying he'd changed the bed so he had a fresh place to lay her down and made sure a couple of spare towels were available if she wanted a shower or something. He'd stopped on the way home and bought her preferred scotch, something he didn't mind either though he rarely had a bottle on hand. With everything ready for her he'd got himself ready through a quick shower and a shirt, not quite sure what she expected but not wanting to blow it the second he opened the door to her...if she showed up. He wasn't sure she would do, it might all be a prank.
His doubts were shattered by a knock at the door just before seven, jolting him from his position on the sofa and making his heart race, hopping up and quickly nipping to the door to his place, taking a breath as he laid his hand on the lock, letting it out before he opened the door to see the gorgeous southern actress standing in front of him, a visage of beauty now she was at his door, having made good on his promise.
“Christina, hi,” he said, unable to fight the smile moving his cheeks.
“Hello, hope I'm on time,” she said, a little awkward about how things would go.
“You're a little early actually, please come in, come in,” he stumbled, stepping back from the door to welcome her into his home.
“Thank you,” she said politely and stepped in, holding her bag in front of her as she carefully stepped in so as not to stumble over the doorstep or something equally embarrassing. 0
“This way,” he said indicating the front room as he closed the door behind her. She glanced back over her shoulder at him as he did.
“Make sure you lock it,” she commented, her own heart racing as she tried to play the confident, sassy woman he expected her to be. He tried to control his breaths as he turned the lock before following her into the front room.
“Can I get your coat?” he asked, intending to be the best host he could.
“Thank you, very gentlemanly,” she smiled, shrugging her coat into his grasp to reveal her in her close black dress, which he eyed carefully before quickly returning to the hall to hang her coat. Stepping back into the front room he found her waiting, standing facing him, giving him a look at her outfit, his eyes unable to help straying to her fantastic chest and the tempting dress that hinted at it as he took in her nylon-clad legs and high heels.
“You look fantastic, Christina,” he breathed, adding her name to almost accentuate their casual, far more intimate setting now.
“Thank you,” she said, taking a step towards him and drawing him to her with flirty touches to his arms, bringing him in close.
“Thanks for having me over,” she said. It seemed like a simple thank you, but there was so much more behind it. It was gratitude for not rejecting her very blunt advances on him, for not embarrassing her.
“You're welcome,” he managed quietly before she pushed up on her toes to kiss him, wasting no time in making things what she'd asked for. Her nose brushed his as she let her soft, red lips tentatively press to his, seeking him out with a gentle kiss first that lingered for a moment, before she felt his hands slip around her waist. Holding her body he pulled her a little closer and their kiss became much more engaging, pressing their lips together harder, their tongues slipping between parted lips to dab and probe at each other before sliding around one another. Christina often found kissing took a little while to find a sweet spot with new people but right now it was just happening easily, effortlessly. Sinking back to her heels and pulling, she smiled up at him as he looked at her beauty with a satisfied gaze that said she'd broken the ice. Stepping back, his eyes fell on her trembling hands, the actress unable to stop herself shaking with all the emotions of the situation.
“Do you need a drink?” he asked. Need, not want. Christina looked down at her shaking hands and gave a slight laugh, breaking the tension as she looked back up at him.
“Yeah, on the rocks,” she said.
“Sure thing, take a seat,” he said, indicating the brown leather sofa beside them. He headed into the kitchen as the curvy beauty slid down onto the seat, letting herself relax properly for a moment with a sigh, feeling some of the tension she'd been carrying release. Looking around, she took in the pictures he had on the walls as she heard him making drinks, the crack of the ice trays and clink as they tumbled into the glasses, the twist of the cap on the bottle. She made sure her legs were demurely together despite what she was there for, looking up with a smile as he came back into the room bearing two glasses of delicious golden brown nectar, holding one out to her.
“Thanks,” she said, taking it from him, their fingers just touching around the cold glass as she took it. He sat down beside and held up his scotch for a toast, though he didn't say anything and simply stared into her eyes as they clinked their glasses. With a second staring into each others soul, she turned away and sipped the whisky, mouth lighting up at the lovely blended taste, feeling the conflict between the sweet and peaty tastes as it spread over her tongue and down her throat. Immediately shivering with pleasure, she sighed deeply and then tilted the glass up, downing it smoothly in a single, effortless draw. His eyes were locked on her as she did it, having only taken a decent sip of his own before taking in the beauty drawing her glass. Lowering her glass with a hand already quivering less than before, she opened her eyes and turned to him, smiling at her with a glance down to her empty glass and back into her eyes.
“Another?” he said with a humoured tone.
“Yes please,” she said a little meekly, looking down as she felt a slight blush heat her pale cheeks. Standing his own glass aside, he stood back up and went to the kitchen, wasting no further time by returning with the bottle, uncapping it as Christina held her glass up with a smile. Pouring another over her ice, she pulled it back for another sip as he closed the bottle and stood it on the table before picking up his own glass.
“Sorry, I do love this stuff,” she said, lowering hers to hold it on the lap of her black dress.
“Don't be sorry, I bought it for you to enjoy,” he said, taking a good draw of his own to catch up and steady his own nerves, feeling the familiar burn in this throat.
“To get me drunk on,” she said in a playfully quiet voice, looking up him cutely with a naughty smirk to her lips.
“How much you drink is entirely up to you, Miss Hendricks,” he said with a smile, playing innocent.
“Christina, please. You make me sound like your boss,” she said with a smile.
“Well, you basically are my boss,” he replied, sipping his whisky. Her hand was half way to her mouth when it hesitated, Christina looking into his eyes and letting her smile fade from her lips.
“Not tonight I'm not,” she whispered, hand trembling a little still as she lifted to glass for another long draw of the nerve calming nectar. He couldn't reply, simply draining his own scotch and turning to refill his glass. The flame haired stunner jingled her glass at him to signal him to top her up while had the bottle open, a sexy half smile pulling at the corner of her lip. Topping his glass up thoroughly, he drained another good mouthful as he picked it up and settled back into the sofa with her, Christina edging closer and sinking back into the worn leather sofa. Silence descended on them; it wasn't uncomfortable but full of tension, stealing glances at each other as they drank their scotch, seemingly waiting for the other to make some sort of move. He made the first move, putting his spare hand onto her leg and letting it slide up under her skirt a little, stroking over the smooth nylon as she jumped in surprise, making him immediately pull back, worried he'd gone too fast for her.
“No sorry, it's just a bit...I'm a bit...sorry,” she stammered, flustered and out of her comfort zone now, the reality of it clear to her even though she was drinking to wash away some of her nerves. She knew all she had to do was go to the bedroom with him and things would take their course, but she just felt so nervous. What if he didn't like her? Or she wasn't good enough for him? What if his fantasy of her, if he had one, was shattered rather than fulfilled when he got her?
“I don't want to rush you, Christina,” he said calmly, controlling his own pulse as he tried to approach things, keeping his hands to himself.
“No it's alright, I'm just a bit...look I haven't exactly done this before, just gone to a guys place to...” she trailed off, looking into his eyes.
“It's alright,” he said after a pause, “I've never had a famous actress come over to my place before,” he said with a smile, breaking the tension between them as she gave a relieved laugh and drained her glass once more. He could see the tightness of her muscles unwind again as she sat back, relaxing again as he finished his own glass and reached forward for the bottle.
“Oh I don't know,” she said, unsure she should have another so quickly.
“Are you sure?” he said, holding the bottle up to her. Christina wavered, thinking it over for a moment.
“No,” she said quietly, holding her glass out as she gave in, and he topped her up with another more modest glass, matching it with his own before sitting back into the sofa. Christina reached out and took his hand, putting it back on her leg. Feeling his hesitation, she gave it a squeeze and then pulled it up her thigh a little to encourage him to continue what he'd been doing. Though she'd been caught a little off guard, she was pleased he was making the move on her and would be happy to let him continue. They both sipped on their whisky as his fingers slowly stroked over the black nylon of her stockings, not that he knew she had hold-ups on yet, a treat she hoped he would like when he discovered it. She could feel the warmth of the Johnnie Walker getting through her now, loosening her up and hitting her head a little given she hadn't eaten much. It certainly helped right now though and she leaned forwards to pull him into another kiss, more passionate this time, wasting no time in slipping her tongue into his mouth as their lips meshed for the second time.
His hand slipped further up her thigh, fingers encountering the rough lace top of her stocking and immediately pushing up higher with more pressure to take it in as she gave a murmur. Their kiss continued as his fingers spread out and squeezed her leg, slipping up higher over the stocking and onto her silky thigh beyond, ever so close to brushing at her panties. She wouldn't have stopped him if he'd gone for it but he chose not to, restraining himself right now as they broke their kiss, his fingers slipping back onto the lace top again that circled her thigh. Looking at each other, Christina finally took the plunge, necked her drink and stood the glass aside, making sure to lean forward so he could get a peek down her dress.
“I think you need to take me to your bedroom,” she said quietly but meaningfully as she looked into his eyes, ready to go but needing him to lead her to it. He paused, staring into her blue eyes before downing his own drink.
“This way,” he replied, standing his glass down and rising from the sofa, slipping his hand out from under her skirt to take her hand. His heart was pounding, unsure how she expected this to go but wanting to just go for it. She was waiting for him to take the lead evidently and he quelled his nerves to take her to the bedroom. Christina took a breath as she grasped it and let him lead her up from the sofa, pushing up on her high heels and taking a step after him with shaky legs, heart pumping as she was sure his was, following him into the hallway to the bedroom. He led her inside and stepped away, letting her see the tidy room and fresh bed, lights on low obviously in anticipation of her. He'd made an effort which she appreciated, having some atmosphere and mood to set the tone of what was to come.
“Very nice,” she murmured, worried it sounded such a generic statement, turning back to him for another quick kiss. Standing back on her heels, the awkwardness settled between them for a moment again, neither one making the initial move. She had hoped he would, that he'd just take the initiative and give her what she needed, but she guessed he was a bit intimidated by her status and nervous like she was despite the whisky.
“What do you want, Christina?” he asked, as much to make sure she was clear with him as much as anything else. Though if she'd given an idea of how she wanted to be treated it would certainly help him, and he wanted her to be straightforward with him.
“I...” she started, trailing off, unable to form the words as she looked at him, then away. Looking back to him, she saw him expectantly waiting her answer and dropped her head. Without a word she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, the fabric dropping loose around her body as she grabbed the hem and peeled it up over her head, exposing her body for him in one smooth motion as she tugged the little black dress over her red hair and dropped it aside to stand in front of him in just her underwear. She could feel his eyes roaming over her, taking in every inch of her voluptuous body, drinking in her curves and sexy satin underwear but also the parts of her figure she wasn't quite so confident with. Avoiding his gaze, she looked at the floor and her red silk high heels shuffling awkwardly on his carpet.
“Just fuck me...please,” she said quietly. Tom took a breath, taking her in and seeing how fragile she was, how vulnerable, in need of this validation and physical release. He realised this was his chance to not only fuck Christina Hendricks, but also that she'd probably let him do pretty much whatever he wanted with her tonight and that was a very exciting thought. His cock stiffened fully in his shorts as he stepped forward to her, hands immediately sliding around her to pull her close to kiss as well as squeeze firmly at her ass. He felt the curvy actress shiver in excitement and relief at his acceptance of her, though of course he'd have been a fool not to, pushing into him as their lips locked hungrily for more kisses as their tongues entwined. His hand squeezed firmly at her ass as his other immediately found her enormous breasts, groping her chest quite roughly as he took her in for the first time. Christina could only moan in approval, feeling her tummy flutter and pussy wetten as he handled her comprehensively, seeming intent but respectful enough of her as his hands struggled to take in her massive boobs, running over the satin of her bra and pulling at the edges of the cups.
Christina thought he would immediately pull her bra off to release her fantastic tits, most guys often did in her experience, but he was more patient than that, taking in her underwear with tactile touches, running his fingers along the black lace trim and hooking his thumb into her waistband. He followed the underwear round and teased his fingertips up the thong back of them, loving the smooth sensation of the satin as his kisses moved over her face and down the side of her neck to make her moan unabashedly in pleasure, tingling all over. He gave her phenomenal rack another hard squeeze, giving her an idea what this might be like as his hand gave another firm grab to her ass, his fingertips tantalisingly close to the back of her waiting pussy. His hand pulled back and put a light yet commanding spank on her ass, making her gasp before he stepped back from her to survey the beauty in front of him.
“Spin around for me,” he said with a smile, wanting to see all of her. Christina looked down a little shyly, not entirely confident to show off so blatantly, but he just waited expectantly for her and after a moment she complied, shuffling round carefully on her high heels. Turning around on the spot she gave him a look at her pale, curvy body, feeling self conscious about her tummy anyway and now her ass as she turned around, wishing she was in a bit better shape to be doing this. She arched her back a little to push her bum out, giving him a look at her matching silky blue satin thong as it pulled up her ass and the hold-up stockings wrapped snugly around her thighs. He just drank it in, the gorgeous actress in her underwear and a pair of high heels in front of him, noting how strained her bra strap was, cutting into her back as it supported the huge weight of her rack. Turning back, she looked up from under her beautiful red hair with a hint of a blush to her cheeks and a slight smile, nervous but excited to be there, waiting for him now.
“I love your underwear, it's gorgeous,” he said with a smile.
“Thanks, I put on something I hoped you'd like,” she replied quietly.
“Well I do, looks fantastic on you,” he said, complimenting her and buttering her up a little, not that he needed to now really as he stepped back to her and kissed her again, hands sliding round her back and teasing over the clasp of her bra. Just when Christina thought he was going to release her breasts his hands slid up to her shoulders, stroking softly over her pale skin before quite firmly grasping her...and urging her downwards towards the floor. A surge of nerves grasped her as it was evident what he wanted and her mind went mad for a moment as she realised it was the moment to perform almost. Holding onto their kiss for a second longer, she broke away from him noisily and let herself be pushed down, bending her knees and sinking down onto the floor on her nylon-clad knees in front of him, eyes level with his waistband where she could already see how stiff he was behind his trousers. His hands went for his belt but she stopped him, taking his hands and pulling them off.
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