Christie Brinkley Sexy Novels & Stories

I heard the door creak slowly and the sound died off, I felt a feminine scent as Christy takes a seat beside me, it was a familiar one, hand rubbing and paying along my spine. "See what you're going to yourself. I can't remember the last time you had pleasurable sex. To talk of morning erection." Christy dragged the last word as her hand slowly darted to my naval and downward. I groaned at her feet, her warmth. Her temperature, on normal days, is sexy but not after the role she played in separating me and Ariadne. How did she get in… No one was to know what I do. Part of me wants to take her right here in the bathroom and fuck her, just because I can. Just because Ariadne is in nowhere with

I was turned on. Testing the waters she didn't push my hand away so I tried my luck. Then when I asked her to make me stop its like she came out of her daze and was appalled by what I just done. This is so fucked up, I'm attracted to her, everything she says it's like music to my ears, everything she does it's like watching an angel gracefully going about her job. Fuck I'm in this too deep. Watching from the corner of my eye as she sits there crossed leg in her mini skirt has me wanting to pull over and have my wicked way with her.

She looked elegant, seductive, and dangerously beautiful, like a flame wrapped in midnight silk. For a heartbeat, even Victoria was stunned into silence. “Oh my God!” Bria screamed dramatically, clutching her chest as if she’d just witnessed a divine miracle. “You look like an actual sex goddess. No, seriously, if a man sees you right now, he will definitely get an erection! I need to take some photos right now.” Myra immediately blushed, a deep pink spreading across her cheeks as she lowered her head in embarrassment. “Bria, stop…”

Bree had to hide a laugh so she didn’t respond, only hugged her back. Christy clasped Trent’s hand. “If it isn’t the famous Trent Walker, receiver of golden statues and master of mathematics,” she said, letting go of him and sliding into the booth so that she was sitting across from him. She was wearing an outfit that let Bree know she was intending to go out later that night and probably didn’t want to mess with going back to the hotel to change. A tight black skirt that wasn’t too long, and a flashy silver blouse with stilettos. She looked great, though it was a little odd for their current location.

Christy walked into the sleek, modern lobby of Damien’s company, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. Heads turned as she made her way to the reception desk, her provocative outfit—a tight, low-cut dress that clung to her curves—drawing stares from employees and visitors alike. Her bold red lipstick and meticulously styled hair completed the look, exuding an air of calculated seduction. Without waiting for an invitation, Christy approached the receptionist. “I’m here to see Damien,” she declared, her voice confident and assertive.

Something happened tonight," I whispered urgently. Alex's expression turned inquisitive, and he nodded. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, preparing to unfold the tangled threads of my encounter with Christy and the emotions Natalie had awakened within me. "Yeah, what... DID?" Alex emphasized, his voice laced with curiosity. His gaze drifted away, fixated on a captivating figure across the room. I followed his line of sight, and my heart skipped a beat. Christiana stood poised, radiant in a stunning green lace dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The garment shimmered under the light, accentuating her beauty.

Chapter: 15 **~~** "I'm glad you never gave up," Christie said with a bit of sweetness. "I really wanted out of this thing." She then stood up on the bed over him and unfastened the garters from the stockings and corset and removed the corset. Her pink nippled breasts hung free and she bent down to place one in Vince's mouth. "Now worship them with your mouth and make me cum that way to earn your next reward," Christie demanded.

She frantically kissed his smiling lips as she slid further along the wall until her ass bumped the countertop. Blindly shoving aside a couple bottles, Christie paused, lifting her skirt to shove her black bikini panties down. They tangled around one of her shoes and she hurriedly kicked them off. In the faint light, she could see the same fierce desire in Jacob's eyes as he stepped closer to stand between her splayed thighs. She wasn't sitting high enough to make fucking here a practicality, but that could wait.

She closed the door and left. Jim shook his head.“Hermy how co...”he started to say.“Hermione Jones or Miss Jones to you, Mr.Brickley,”she said.“You have a 16 year old daughter.You left town around that time meaning you were pregnant when you left.Yet yo...”he said.“Mr.Brickley are you here to discuss business or to waste my damn time?”she asked angrily.“For heavens sake stop pretending.You cheated on me too yet you blamed me,shamed me for cheating,”he said.Hermione stood up.

Her shirt was on the floor. "Wait... what's going on? No... please..." Christy moaned as she felt Fererro's expert tongue treating one of her small breasts to the best licking they'd ever gotten. His hands rubbing up and down her back, from the backs of her shoulders down to the flare of her hips. While she lacked Megan's hardened abs and full breasts, her body had just the right amount of plumpness to give her a "cuddleable" quality that Fererro was more than happy to corrupt.