I awoke to the sound of floorboards creaking in the hallway. The floors creaked, the walls creaked, and everything about the house creaked when the boiler ran. Chris's soft skin radiated warmth. I looked at the small alarm clock's red numbers, 12:06. For some reason every time I stayed at his house I woke up somewhere around midnight. My hair lay matted against my head from sweat and I wondered if Chris's mum had turned up the house's heat.
Chris's mother was unique and she was a stunner. I took quite a fancy to her and often had fantasies about playing with her when Chris was not around. She doesn't look like your typical mother, with the fact she looks more like an older sister than anything. I don't come to Chris's house often but when I do, I look forward to any encounter with her. I remember one morning, our first encounter; she was sitting on the couch, wearing only a short white t-shirt. Her wavy black hair sat seductively on her shoulders, accentuated by her long black eye lashes defined by her piercing blue eyes. Her skin looked so smooth, slightly tanned and well cared for, craving for my touch. She would smile at me so sweetly, and stare at me in a flirtatious manner. I could not help fantasising about this woman, she was very attractive.
"Christ! Who turned up the heating?" I mumbled annoyingly to myself, slapping my forehead.
Chris lay closely, against my side with his arm flung over my breasts and his mouth against my ear. I felt the warmth of his breath, and his heart beat pulsating against my chest. I pushed down the duvet, sliding down my red silky nighty displaying my bare legs. The light of the crescent moon and the stars that glistened through the window reflect against Chris's face. I could see the twitching of his eye lids that flickered against my ears, having being disturbed by my movement.
"Hey," he said in sleepy tone.
Softly and quietly, I replied, "Hey."
His arm on my breasts slid across my chest, squeezing my breast. He kissed my neck softly then moved towards my lips. Quickly he pushed himself upright and wrapped both his legs around my thighs, pinning each of my wrists above my head. His lips fell onto mine, moving in unison with sheer force and determination. The door creaking caught my attention but I fell back into the moment. He sat up slightly, and released his hands from my wrists, and started to slide his hands down my arms.
I quickly reacted by pushing his chest so that he lay on his back and each of my thighs wrapped tightly to his waist. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his head, pushing them hard into the soft pillows. He looked into my eyes and smiled, feeling excited by me taking control. I gave his wrists another push, squeezing them tighter and dug my pussy across his balls, riding him as if I were on a horse. I wasn't wearing any panties under my nighty, so I took advantage of feeling his hard cock, against my pussy lips.
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