[pseudoclever]

Chapter Eight


I did as she said, exiting the steamy bathroom for the cold darkness of the hallway. Making my way into the bedroom, I positioned myself as my girlfriend had requested, face down on the bed, and waited. After awhile I heard her walk down the stairs, and a long moment later the sounds of her shuffling around on the ground floor. Whatever she was planning, it felt like it was taking forever.

As I waited, a strange fantasy came unbidden to my mind. It seemed that I was a soldier, a Centurion in the armies of Ancient Rome. I had been defeated on the field of battle in some far off jungle theater, and now I was a captured prisoner of war. Our enemy had been a tribe of beautiful Amazon women, fearsome warriors who had easily vanquished my comrades. For some reason I had been spared and the women had carried me back to their village, leaving me chained in the royal bedchambers. Soon their Queen would enter, either to have her way with me, or execute me.

?Well well,? Kristen said, startling me. I opened my eyes to find her standing in the doorway, looking down at me with her patented condescending smirk. ?It looks like you've been waiting patiently for me. How nice. Whatever can I do to show my appreciation....? She was holding something in her right hand, cupping it in her palm in such a way that I couldn't see what it was. I thought I might have a guess however, and the thought made my heart beat a little faster. She bent down, and placed the object next to the bedside table just out of my line of sight.

She stood before me at the edge of the bed, her six foot eight frame looming over me. I watched as she looked me up and down, as though she were planning her attack. After a short deliberation Kristen lifted herself on to the bed beside me, and with a slow, sensuous motion placed her legs on either side of my ass. Her fingernails began to scratch lightly up my back, starting just above my hips and slowly making their way along my spine and up to my shoulders. She squeezed my tender flesh with her powerful fingers, and proceeded to give me one of the best back massages I've ever had the privilege to experience.

Kristen's expert hands found every spot on my body that was harboring some small bit of tension, and with patient, firm fingers she expunged each and every one. I could feel my arm break out in goosebumps as she worked me over ? down my arms, my hands and the tips of my fingers, my cheeks, my neck ? any place she could reach was fair game for her touch.

In the midst of this delightful attention Kristen began to gently press her crotch against my leg. A sublime, almost celestial warmth was emanating from her nether regions as she rubbed herself along my thigh, and small, kittenish mews were periodically escaping her lips. I lifted myself up to grind against her, and was rewarded by the sensation of a hot, slippery wetness spreading down my leg where she had been.

Suddenly she rolled off me, and came to rest kneeling on the bed beside me. ?Over,? she commanded. I obediently rolled on to my back, and before I had time to take stock of the situation she pounced. Her large hands came down to grab ahold of my inner thighs, and almost immediately darted up to wrap around my raging hard-on. She stroked me from base to tip, rubbing the sensitive spot behind my head while her other hand vigorously pumped my length. I moaned, my pulse pounding in my temples, and pushed myself up onto my elbows.

Kristen had spent so long teasing me that I had been teetering right on the edge. Now it felt as though a dam of passion was about to burst within me. She had formed an 'okay' symbol with the thumb and index finger of her left hand, and she was rhythmically thrusting me through the hole it created. Meanwhile her right hand was dancing all over the most sensitive parts of my shaft. Just as I slipped past the point of no return I felt her squeeze me tight, and she stared adoringly into my eyes. I roared her name as I came, the first drop shooting several feet into the air before Kristen brought her mouth down to catch the rest. She swallowed, all the while looking up at me with a serene smile on her face.

My body gave out, and I collapsed back onto the bed. It felt as though my eyelids weighed fifty pounds each. I thought about trying to rise, or tell her I loved her. Sadly, the effort it would have required was strictly prohibitive.

I have no way of knowing how long I lay there, dead to the world. But eventually I heard a rustling noise, and the sound of ceramic on ceramic. A moment later something cold and wet landed on my crotch. I gasped sharply through my teeth, and managed to crack my eyes open. Kristen was kneeling on the floor in front of me, her breasts almost completely filling my vision. It was nigh on impossible to pull my eyes away from the vast expanse of her cleavage, but a sudden movement caught my eye. I looked just in time to see her tucking away a now familiar-looking small brown jar.