The Unwrapping

Your fingers trace the curves of Christine's body with a fluid movement, never taking your eyes from hers, ever so softly stroking from the base of her neck and around her soft shoulders before coming to rest under her breasts. As you glide your fingertips around the sensitive skin under her nipples and over the curves of her breasts, you slowly kiss down her long neck, as Christine purrs softly with pleasure.

As your lips travel down to the base of her neck, they meet the all-but nonexistant sheer nylon of the body stocking, which you take into your teeth and pull slightly to show your intention. When you hear Christine murmur, "uh-huh..." under her breath, you bite down hard and pull back, ripping the fabric down between her breasts. Christine gasps, then moans as you grab it in both hands and pull it apart to the waist.

With both hands you ease the torn fabric around to expose Christine's lovely tits, which you caress first with your hands and then with your tongue, around the underside of her left breast and through her cleavage to her right nipple. With your tongue and lips you gently tease the nipple to hardness, alternately blowing and then sucking on the little bud.

Christine whispers something in Greek that somehow sounds hotter than anything she could have said in a language you understand. Her hands travel up your shoulders, squeezing and feeling you as she goes, until her fingers lace in your hair.