You Gotta Rub Her The Right Way (Christina Aguilera)

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You Gotta Rub Her The Right Way by Double-T
Celeb(s) – Christina Aguilera
Codes – MF
Originally posted on August 25 2002 at CSSA

1. This story is, obviously, not true, but pretend it is anyways.
2. Christina Aguilera is a singer (in case y’all ain’t hip)
3. I actually do work in a shoe store (sad, yet true)

Well, it was finally 9pm, and that was good, since I was about one hour from insanity. Like many college students, I had a part-time job at the local mall. I sold shoes, and I did all right. We had been packed all day, since there was some sort of youth music/television event taking place. I thought that, since I had changed out of my work clothes, I’d hang out and admire the teenage eye candy for a while. I was so happy to be done for the day, I stopped and bought an Orange Julius. I walked for a while, sipping my drink and talking to the occasional attractive passerby. With no real luck (and on my second Orange Julius), I wandered aimlessly as the festival shut down. I had not paid much attention to it, since I commonly stayed within my own personal music and television selections, not caring much about new shows or artists.

As I rounded a corner, heading toward the exit, I noticed a rather attractive and petite young blonde sitting alone on a bench, I decided to go talk to her. As I approached, I noticed that she looked exhausted and was slowly eating a churro (which is basically a cinnamon and sugar pastry stick). She was thin, with proportionate breasts and beautiful, flawless legs. She wore a pair of tight khaki shorts and damn, if those legs weren’t the highlight of my day. Her makeup, although still very flattering to her, looked somewhat smeared and her hair out of shape a bit. I continued my approach.

"Is anyone sitting here?" I asked, motioning toward the seat next to her with a head nod.

"No, go ahead." She answered. I could tell now that she was definitely tired.

"What a day, huh?" Yeah, it was a generic question, but I figured it’d start a conversation.

"Yeah, seemed like a week." She was exhausted, yes, but seemed favorable
to conversing with me.

"So, were you working at the event here, or do you work in the mall?" I pointed out at the cleanup crew when I said event.

"I worked at the music thing, actually. You?"

"I work at the shoe store down there," Once again, I pointed, "It got
really busy, because of this thing here today."

"That’s too bad, bet you’re pretty tired." By now she had sat up and really become more, well, alive I guess.

"Yes I am." I said it in a long and overacting way, and she giggled.

"I’m Christina." She extended her hand.

"I’m Dan, nice to meet you." I took her hand and lightly kissed it, drawing a smile from her beautiful lips.

"Can I have some of you’re soda, Dan?" she asked.

"I don’t know, with germs and all." Sarcasm of course, and her wonderful giggle surfaced again.

"Trust me." She smiled, and took my drink. For those of you who haven’t seen it, watching a beautiful girl slowly sip a soda is a remarkable site.

We chatted for a while about some different things, such as medicine, sports, and the current state of the mall.

She mentioned, "I wish the tile wasn’t so hard, my feet are killing me."

"Let me take a look," I asked. I don’t have a foot fetish or anything, but I figured it was a good way to establish some physical contact.

She lifted her feet up to me, so she was now laying on the other side of the bench, facing me. I unlaced her shoes (K-Swiss, by the way, about $60 I think) and removed her socks. Her feet were very soft and warm, with hints of moisture on them. They looked great, except for some deeply imbedded sock marks from being on her feet so long. I began to lightly tickle her toes, and she jerked them back.

"That tickles!" she giggled.

"C’mon, let me give you a foot rub."

She gave me her feet again, and I proceeded to give her a slow and deep foot rub. She occasionally groaned and let me know that she enjoyed the massage. We continued our conversation. She seemed to work around the subject of her personal life, changing the subject repeatedly. When I felt I had done a pretty thorough job, I replaced her socks and shoes for her.

"Thanks alot," She said, "that was really great."

"No problem, feet are my life." I said, as she laughed again. "So……uh…… what are you up to for tonight?"

"Well, nothing really. I usually just go to my hotel and watch tv at night. Why?"

"Um, did you wanna, uh, do something?" Okay, so I’m not the smoothest talker in the world, but what are ya gonna do.

"Like what?" She asked, she was twirling her hair around one finger.

Damned if I knew, but I know what I wanted to do. "Did you wanna go see a movie or something?"

"Is anything playing this late?" She looked at her watch as she said it.

"What time is it?" I never wear a watch.

"Ten thirty-five." She answered. I couldn’t believe we had talked for so
long.

"Shit!" I sighed. She snickered at me. "No, it’s too late for that."

"Well," she began, and this is when it gets interesting, "we could go back to my hotel and get something on pay-per-view."

"Yeah, if that’s okay." I wanted to go soooooo badly.

"Yeah, no problem at all." She extended her hand and lightly slapped me on the cheek.

She gave me directions to her hotel as we walked out to the parking lot and got into my car. I flipped on the stereo and began perusing the different radio stations. I halted on one that plays modern rap, hiphop, and pop hits. There was a Jay-Z song on, so I left it.

"You like Jay-Z?" I asked. I wanted to see if I could figure something out about her.

"He’s okay," she replied. A generic answer.

Just then, another song came on. I heard it a few times on MTV, but I wasn’t all that familiar with it. As more of it played, I contemplated changing the station.

"Do you like this song?" she asked. I assumed she was just being chatty.

"Who’s it by?" I asked. I was trying to remember the MTV video.

"It’s Christina Aguilera, ever heard of her?"

I thought a moment, "Yeah, I think I saw the video on Mtv a couple times."

"You think she’s pretty?"

I tried to picture her. I remembered vaguely what she looked like, but couldn’t get I clear image in my mind. I glanced over at my passenger and…..

"Holy shit!" I said again. I finally made the connection. I felt kind of dense at first. And couldn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. "That’s you, isn’t it?!"

She smiled (honestly, I was surprised she wasn’t laughing her ass off), "Yeah, it is. What do you think of the song now?"

"Eh," I answered, "it just might grow on me. I may go buy it."

She smiled again and looked seductively at me, just as I pulled into the parking lot. I quickly parked and we walked in. We arrived at her room and, upon entering, I noticed the great luxury of it. She walked into her bathroom and began removing various clips from her hair, door still open. I strolled aimlessly about the front area of the room, admiring the architecture.

"You don’t think its weird that I’m famous do you?" she asked loudly from the bathroom.

"It’s weird, but I don’t care, if that’s what you mean." I answered. "So, what do you want to watch?"

"Um, Dan, I don’t want to watch anything," she answered.

I paused before replying. "Okay," I thought, "she doesn’t want to watch a movie with me. It’s probably cuz she’s famous, and thinks she’s too good for me. Well, fuck you bitch, I don’t care who the—-"

My thought was shattered by her grabbing my waist. I turned around to see why she had grabbed me, and she planted a short wet kiss on my lips. We broke the connection, and stared at each other. After a few seconds had passed, I reached my hand to her cheek and lightly pulled her toward me, caressing her face as I did so. We kissed again, longer and far more exhilarating than before. We explored each others mouths, probing everywhere with our tongues. She tasted sweet and slightly sugar-like, which I concluded was from the churro earlier. I continued to caress her face and neck, feeling her soft and creamy skin. She stroked my chest and abs, untucking my shirt. I broke the connection, my head swimming.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. I knew I wanted to.

"I’ve never been more sure," she answered.

I pulled off my shirt and undid my pants, dropping them to the floor and
leaving me in only boxers. I followed her toward the bed and watched her
sit on the edge. I sat behind her on the edge, watching her pull off her
shirt. I began kissing her neck and shoulders, rubbing her back and
unsnapping her bra. She tilted her head back in pleasure, exhaling
deeply as she did so. I ran my hands forward and felt at her breasts.
They weren’t real big, but were supple mounds nonetheless. I kneaded and
stroked them, feeling the hardness of her nipples as I did so. She
turned toward me and began once again, deeply kissing me. She stood and
we continued to kiss as she wriggled out of her shorts, leaving her in
only a pair of white panties. We stayed lip-locked for a couple minutes,
rubbing each other vigorously. I grabbed her perky, tight ass cheeks and rubbed them in a circular motion. She pulled away.

"You still want to watch a movie?" she asked me.

"Nah, that’s okay."

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down my boxers, revealing my throbbing and fully erect member. She looked at it curiously and reached under my shaft, rubbing my balls with the palm of her hand.

"Mmmmmmm…" It felt incredible.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock. I began running my fingers lightly through her hair. She started to furiously lick and slurp my dick, pulling away sporadically. Finally, she leaned forward and took a good 4 inches into her mouth, roughly half of me. She resumed the slurping and loud salivating, exciting me even more. She had brought her hand forward, and began jerking me at the base of my penis. The furious whacking, combined with the wet feeling of her moist tongue and her sucking at me, left me dreamy with pleasure. I figured that she could make a living with that mouth, then I remembered that she (more or less) did. I could feel my balls building up and hips begin to tighten. I was about to cum.

"I’m about to cum." I moaned, a bit prematurely, I might add.

"Mmmmmnnnnmnnnnnnn…….mmmmmaammm" she said. I suppose that was about the only reply I could expect, even from a professional singer. Just then, I exploded in her mouth. At first, she gagged, as my seed began dribbling down her chin and neck. Rather quickly, she adjusted and began swallowing. I shuddered with pleasure and gripped her hair tightly, my hands shaking. Finally, I expelled the last of my orgasm and looked at her.

The cum had settled mostly on her chin, and she wiped it off with the back of her hand. Staring down at her tight, fit, beautiful body once again I felt my dick begin to harden. She laid back and spread her body completely on the bed, smiling in subtle delight.

"Mmmm. That was fun," she cooed.

"We’re not even near done," I answered.

I reached forward and grabbed hold of the elastic of her panties, pulling them toward me and off of her. It revealed a slightly hairy, very moist little cunt. She stretched her legs outward and jerked her pelvis upward. "Take me. Fuck me before I burst!" she groaned.

I was only too happy to oblige. I crawled onto the bed and knelt directly over her crotch, positioning myself over her pussy. I massaged her thighs, eventually caressing her ass and lightly touching her cunt. She shuddered as I did so, and I saw her bite down on the pillow next to her. I lifted my cock and placed the tip at the mouth of her hole. I rocked my hips forward, lightly plunging the head of my dick into her. Her moaning further enthralled me. I continued to place more and more of myself into the beautiful pop star. Finally, I jammed myself completely into her, again and again. I could feel her tightness contracting on my huge erection. She gripped the bedspread tightly as I felt her hips buck.

"Ughhhhhhh…." she crooned with joy.

Her orgasm was a site. She arched her back up a good two feet into the air, causing me to bounce into the air rhythmically with her. As she did so, I blew my load once again. The feelings of wetness and pure ecstasy were unparalleled. Finally, we both finished and collapsed in a heap on the now stained bed. We both struggled to catch our breaths.

"Whew! So what now?" she asked me.

"Well, do you want to watch a movie?"

She laughed uncontrollably, even though it wasn’t that funny. When she finally regained control, she rolled over and looked at me.

I spoke first, "You know, I wish this could last forever."

"Well," she replied, "why couldn’t it?"

"Because you’re an international recording artist and I’m a C student working at a shoe store." It seemed obvious that it was a one night stand.

"Well, I could use some company on the road."

"Okay then, I guess that’s it."