They began to converse, asking each other questions about their lives. Apparently, Natasha was a lingerie model who had a photo shoot here for a few days, and this afternoon was her schedule to go home. But the snowstorm had kicked in by then, cancelling the flight and leaving her stranded.
She asked about his job, and he told her he’d been working as security head for the terminal since he was young. It was a stable job, and it gave him enough money to save up so he could travel and have this dream house, which he built from scratch. He originally lived in another area in Alaska, but since his nasty divorce with his ex-wife who cheated on him when he was travelling, he had decided to relocate here and start over. That was two years ago.
As they kept talking, he couldn’t help getting distracted by her scent, which drifted to his nose. It was a rich smell of strawberries and cream, and he suspected it was from the shower gel she used. Combined with the smell of the minty herbal on her breath when she laughed near his face, it made for a heady combination, and he found himself intoxicated and wanting to taste her. The temptation was unbelievable, especially when she gave him warm smiles and sidled up closer.
“Your accent is so cute,” she said.
He grinned. “So is yours.”
Natasha shook her head. “I like yours better,” she murmured, her voice sly and somewhat flirtatious. Her eyes widened suddenly. “Oh! I have an idea!”
She jumped to her feet and scurried to her bag, treating him to another sight of long, silky legs and that perky ass. When she came back, she was holding up a book.
“Can you read to me?”
Chuck blinked. “What?”
Her eyes turned pleading, mesmerizing him for a moment. Fuck. If she kept doing that to him, he was eventually going to say yes to everything she said. The thought made him hot and heady all over again.
“Please?” she asked softly, her shoulder bumping with his.
How the hell could he refuse her?
Chuck sighed. “Sure. I’ll read to you.”
She laughed in happiness and gave him a hug similar to earlier, effectively pressing her tits against his chest again. He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, and his cock raged in response again.
This was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER THREE
The story she had chosen for him to read to her was a romance book that was given to her by an admirer, and it was obvious the admirer had untoward intentions on her. The book wasn’t your ordinary romance book, as it turned out, as Chuck got to reading the middle part when the hero and heroine started to get over their animosity. Needless to say, there was sex—lots of it.
In graphic, vivid details.
Chuck gulped when he got to that part, keeping his voice low and monotone. Natasha watched him with rapt attention, hanging on to his every word. She often smiled when he spoke, but now her face was as serious as his as she took in what he was saying. She was lying down on the rug, her head on a soft makeshift pillow, while he was sitting down beside her.
In the book, the hero and heroine had just gotten stuck in an elevator, where the tension escalated when the lights went out. Then before they knew it, they were touching each other amidst the darkness, the scenes getting hotter as they started taking each other’s clothes off. Chuck felt himself getting hot as the scenes got hotter, especially when the hero began sucking on the heroine’s tits. His voice cracked at one point, but Natasha only smiled and urged him to keep reading, her milky thighs resting against his pants-clad one. His imagination wandered, the hero and heroine replaced by images of their naked bodies writhing against each other.
“James began to trail his kisses lower, reaching her slippery folds where his fingers were playing…”
Natasha leaned up; her gaze full of anticipation as she listened intently.
“And then his mouth was there as well. His tongue licked her cunt thoroughly, and her moans reverberated in the darkness.”
He was having difficulty reading the rest, and he could feel a raging hard-on in his pants, which was thankfully hidden by the dim lights. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Natasha’s breathing grow rapid, her chest moving up and down beneath the sweater. He swore he could see the outline of her dark nipples, but he was doing his best not to get caught looking too much.
She urged him to keep reading, and he did. As he went on, he could feel Natasha’s body slide closer beside his sitting form, as if she was using him as her pillow. Her hand settled on his thigh, light and almost absently as she bit her lip from time to time.
All Chuck needed to do was lie down and press his body against hers. He was pretty sure she would be soft all over, and she would taste just as sweet as she smelled. The taste of strawberries was almost on his tongue, and he wanted it everywhere else sliding +slickly against his body as he pleasured her and made her moan out loud, just as the hero was making the heroine moan.
But Natasha hadn’t made any bold advances, and he wasn’t sure if she even thought of him that way. She had made multiple comments about his so-called cute American accent, but that was it.
He didn’t take advantage of women who didn’t show interest. That was that.
Chuck swallowed the disappointed pill and continued reading. Eventually, he saw Natasha’s eyes fluttering. When he glanced at her, he was surprised to find her already asleep, one hand tucked under her cheek and the other still on his thigh.
She looked even more beautiful like this, peaceful and serene. Closing the book, Chuck took his time watching her—from the spill of her dark hair down her back, to the exposed shoulder glinting in the firelight. Her shoulder looked just as creamy as her legs, and the shape of her tits as her chest steadily rose and fell…
His cock surged, and he inwardly berated himself. Natasha suddenly moved, stretching her arms in the air before turning around in a more comfortable position. Now her back was facing him. Her sweater rode up, showing him a view of her silk panties hugging the curves of her tight ass. It was juicy enough to bite, and his mouth watered.
Chuck shook his head. Then he stood up before he could have more wayward thoughts and found a mink blanket in the bedroom, which he gently threw over her sleeping form—and as a way to keep himself from the temptation of staring at her. When he was done making sure he was comfortable, he then took their tray and mugs back to the kitchen, then went back to the bedroom to get changed into sweatpants and a shirt. Then he lay down on the couch away from the rug to give her space. He didn’t need a blanket to get comfortable, because he was already warm just from thoughts of her.
Chuck stared at the ceiling, trying not to think of his itching hand and his cock. They were inches apart from each other, and a simple move would make him relieved and groaning in pleasure.
Instead, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
***
Chuck woke up with a start, disoriented as he stared at the ceiling. It was completely dark save for the embers of the fire in the fireplace, and he had to blink several times to clear his vision. He realized there was a sound coming from somewhere.
Chuck turned his head to the side quietly, squinting. He realized that the sound was coming from Natasha, who was still lying down on the rug—a soft moan, one that repeated itself a couple of times as he watched. Was she dreaming? Having a nightmare?
The sound only continued, turning him on more than he cared to admit. But what had him freezing in his spot, his blood running so hot, was not the sound.
It was the sight of Natasha and what she was doing.
Her hand was under her sweater and in between her legs, and he could see her doing an up and down motion with her fingers. Her eyes were closed, and another moan escaped her lips—a sound that was both musical and erotic in his ears.
He bit back a groan.
Natasha wasn’t dreaming or having a nightmare.
She was touching herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
Her legs were spread wide, and her sweater had hiked up in the five minutes that he found himself staring at her without blinking. Chuck found himself with a pleasant view of her creamy, flat stomach where the cloth stopped, then the curvy hips that were still encased by silk panties—only those silk panties were moving lower now as she kept rubbing her fingers against it, right at the hole between her legs where her pussy lay. It must have felt good for her, because she didn’t stop what she was doing, keeping at it in a slow, steady motion. That wasn’t the only indication that she liked what she was doing, though—it was clearly visible in the way she kept biting her lower lip and how she arched her hips up into her fingers.
One of her fingers started drifting up, sliding flat on her stomach for a bit. Then it continued moving up over her sweater, resting on one huge tit still outlined. Even in the dark, he could see her darkened nipple, which had now stiffened from the cold or arousal—he couldn’t even tell anymore.
Her thumb drifted over a nipple, rubbing back and forth. The action further turned it pebbly and hard, thrusting through her clothes, and now he was absolutely sure it wasn’t from the cold but from something else entirely. Her attention to her nipple turned more intense as she stopped rubbing and started pinching the tip with her thumb and forefinger, rolling it over and over as her other hand kept rubbing through her panties.
His cock raged and wept, and Chuck couldn’t take his eyes off her no matter how he tried. So, he kept watching quietly, kept imagining those were his hands pleasuring her in the dark. Eventually, Natasha grew restless and started to slide her sweater down until a globe popped out. Chuck’s eyes almost popped out along with it as he watched the huge, rounded tit that was just as milky as the rest of her skin, and the light pink tip that puckered up. Then she touched it, flicking at her nipple over and over as she worked herself in a frenzy.