by Pace, Pepper
Mrs. Jameson came outside to check on her husband and Ashleigh thanked her for dinner. Alma pulled up a chair and watched the kids. “That little one is mine.” She said to Ashleigh. “I hope my brother doesn’t squash him.”
“He’s being very gentle.” Christopher picked up one of the kids and tossed them to the grass and Ashleigh’s eyes widened. But the kid just leaped back to his feet laughing all the while.
“So you work for the government too?” Alma asked.
“Yes. I work in the Federal Building where Christopher is stationed.”
“Well it’s a damned shame how that President is screwed up our government.” Ashleigh’s back stiffened. “Almost might have been best if they had shut down the whole damn government.”
“Alma, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” One of the men scowled. “Without the government how do you think Buddy’s going to continue to collect his social security?”
Ashleigh clenched her teeth and then looked at Alma. “And Obama didn’t create these problems. They existed before he came in to office.”
“Oh Alma!” Mrs. Jameson snapped. “Don’t start up about President Obama.”
Mr. Jameson huffed. “Barack Obama is our President. It don’t matter if you voted for him or not. Now that he’s in office he’s our Commander and Chief. Your brother risks his life for his boss; and that’s the President, as well as for all us Americans. You don’t talk against the President of the United States in my house!” Mr. Jameson glared at his daughter and when he didn’t receive a response he tried to stand up. “Where’s my belt?! You go get my belt right this instant, young lady! You have been asking for a butt whupping all evening!” Alma’s face reddened as her eyes grew big. Her father pointed angrily to the house. “Go on. Get!”
“Yes, sir.” Alma got to her feet and went into the house. If she returned with a belt Ashleigh thought that she might just sit there and laugh. Instead she gave Mr. Jameson a smile. Christopher was suddenly on the porch studying Ashleigh’s face, trying to find out what was going on. Ashleigh’s grin told him that she was okay and that’s all that really mattered. But he decided it was time to go and the two of them bid the family goodbye.
Mrs. Jameson pulled her into a tight hug. “You’re welcomed here any time, dear.” Then she whispered, “And don’t mind my daughter. She won’t be so impolite next time you come, not after Christopher lays into her. And I got a thing or two to say to her myself.” She pulled back and looked at Ashleigh. “You will come back won’t you?”
I have to, she thought, because I intend to be in Christopher’s life for a very long time. “Yes, Ma’am. I intend to come back.”
Mr. Jameson gave her a brief pat on the back while still wearing a broad smile. She didn’t know if he was lucid or not but told him that it was nice meeting him, and meant it.
As Christopher drove her home, he reached for her hand and pulled it to his lips to kiss. “There is normally not that much excitement, I promise.”
“Christopher I won’t ask you to apologize for your family…if you don’t ask me to apologize for mine. You’ll have to meet them, too, I guess.” It was strange seeing such a look of fear cross his face.
CHAPTER 7
It was just after nine o’clock when they reached her home. She gave him a look, and ran her hand along his massive thigh as he parked. He returned the look and it was filled with yearning. They walked hand in hand to the apartment, moving fairly quickly and as soon as the door was opened Ashleigh pulled him inside, pushed her body against his and slid her hand down into his pants, rubbing it up and down against his fully erect penis.
He grunted in surprised approval and then gripped her by the shoulders and kissed her urgently. He walked her to the couch; the expensive, white couch, and pushed her back until he was covering her, grinding his hard cock against her.
With a loud cry of need, Ashleigh began pulling at his clothes and hers. Not wanting to take the time to remove them all together, Christopher pushed her dress up and her panties down while Ashleigh tugged at the zipper of his pants until she had them just down over the round of his ass. Christopher rubbed her breast through her clothing while she managed to kick one leg out of her panties.
“Damn sweetheart,” He groaned, “You are so sexy. I’ve been thinking about this all evening…” His lips moved from her lips to her neck and shoulder where he lapped and nipped as he rolled his hips against hers.
“Please…I need you now!” Her body throbbed! She slipped her hand between them and rubbed him urgently. “Please Chris, please…”
He rolled slightly to the side and gripped the base of his shaft, guiding himself into her slick opening. He was careful yet quick as he rolled back on top of her and pushed fully into her body.
Ashleigh threw her head from side to side in ecstasy. He never teased by dipping in and out of her, he always went straight home. When he pushed into her like that it felt so incredible; a pleasurable pain. He stretched and pushed against things that sent her mind reeling in desire. Only then would he pull back only to rock forward, grinding the base against her clit as she shrieked out in pleasure.
Christopher thrust in and out of her quickly but not roughly. He was big and knew it. He didn’t want to hurt her. Even with the incredible feeling of pleasure he held back enough not to lose complete control. She liked it when he pushed into her fully and so he kept doing it, even as he buried his face into her neck and tried to keep his head, Christopher thrust deep and then twisted his pelvis for optimum grindage. Each time he did that, she would shudder and cry out loudly gripping and pulling at his back and ass.
And then her satiny hot canal spasamed and gripped him hard and Christopher’s cries of pleasure joined hers.
“Oh god…Ashleigh!” His body took over. She was so tight, she squeezed and pulsed and he lost the small grasp on his control. He pulled out almost fully, only to slam back into her with a loud grunt. Ashleigh’s thick, sexy thighs gripped him, her legs wrapping around his body so that he had to slide up inside her in order to hit home.
“Oh baby…!” He cried out hoarsely. Sweat dripped from him and onto her as he thrust rapidly into her. Suddenly his toes curled and he cried out again. “Ashleigh!” He could barely think as his pace quickened and the first shot of semen invaded her.
Ashleigh’s hands roamed his body as she felt his hot semen flooding her. It was like being on a wild ride; her body rocked with his rapid thrust. Finally, panting as if he’d run several miles, Christopher went limp.
Ashleigh hugged him and gave him a tired grin. “How do you do that so good?” He pulled up his head weakly and looked at her.
“Good?”
“Excellent. You do…really excellent.” She spoke shyly.
He kissed her. “I just want you to feel good.”
She rubbed his naked buttocks and he flexed his muscles there. After a moment he slipped his spent penis from her and came to his feet pulling up his pants and tucking into place.
Ashleigh quickly followed suit, not wanting to ruin the couch. She hugged the big man, her head only reaching his chest. And when his arms went around her she felt wonderful and so loved.
~***~
The next day Christopher arrived at work. He was already dressed in workout cloths, as he did each and every morning. He headed to the security room lockers not able to keep the smile from his face. Once he reached them, each man present turned to him expectantly.
“How was your weekend, Beast?” Carlos asked.
“It was alright.” He said casually. “Went to my parent’s for dinner on Sunday.”
TK scowled. “You do that every weekend!”
“Well this time I went with my girlfriend.”
“Oh damn!” Roddy punched him in the arm. “I was about to ask how you could possibly manage to screw up dinner with a girl that stares at you like the little trooper does.”
“Little trooper?” He asked curious about the nickname.
“She doesn
’t wimp out on her workout.” Lem said. He was as tall as Christopher and just as physically formidable. “She pushes herself just like a Marine.”
Yes she does.
He got out of there pretty quick, not just because he was anxious to get down to the gym to see his girl, but because the guy’s pornographic comments about his weekend was really too close to home. He knew that they weren’t being disrespectful but he had no intentions of confirming anything that he’d done to her, giving credence to their theories about big bottomed girls, or shedding light on whether once you go black you never came back.
He entered the darkened gym room, cutting on the overhead lights and setting down their individual thermoses. He slipped the c.d. into the player; Warren Zevon, and then he pulled out the mats. He was stretching and thinking about how this morning his body had yearned to nestle into Ashleigh’s soft, hot canal when she walked into the room. His dick lurched and he suppressed a groan.
Damn, he couldn’t walk around with a hard-on just at the sight of her!
She smiled so soft and sexy.
“Hi Christopher. Did you miss me?”
Was she reading his mind…or the bulge in his pants?
He chuckled and came to his feet. “Um…yes.” She reached out to give him a passionate kiss and hug and he cleared his throat before she could. “We’re being watched.”
And then she remembered the security camera. Damnit! She had spent the entire morning fantasizing about kissing Christopher! He took her hand in his and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“Ah….” She said. “Okay.”
“Sorry.” He murmured while gesturing to the camera with his head. “I really don’t want the guys getting all hot and bothered watching you kiss me.”
She smiled and retrieved the thermos containing her protein drink. She could see by the slight bulge in Christopher’s workout pants that he was the one at risk of becoming hot and bothered.
“We better get cracking then. I might need you to help me with something in the locker room…where there are no cameras.”
His eyes darkened. Wordlessly he began the time clock. At the end of their workout they went through their normal routine of cleaning up and putting everything back in order. As they headed out, Christopher followed Ashleigh instead of heading down the corridor towards the security door.
Ashleigh grinned as he followed her into the locker. Only once or twice had she ever seen another woman down here this early. But as soon as the door shut behind them she reached over and turned the lock. She did a quick sweep of the small locker and shower area while Christopher stood nervously by the door.
She came to him, surprising him by leaping into his arms. He gripped her easily and felt her legs wrap around his waist. Her lips were immediately on his and his body flared to life. She felt so good pressed against him. They kissed that way, passionately exploring each other’s mouth.
“Christopher…I want you.”
His response was a quick grunt as he lowered her to her feet. “Sweetheart…you’re driving me crazy.” She quickly pulled down her workout pants and turning her back she gave him a look with half hooded lids and then bent at the waist.
Christopher gasped at the sight of her golden brown ass and sexy slit and the way that her nether lips swelled in evidence of her desire. He groaned, knowing that he sounded like an animal but not able to help himself. He reached into his pants and withdrew his erect penis with one hand while holding onto her hips with the other. He guided himself into her opening.
“Oh god….” He groaned as her tight satiny walls gripped him. Ashleigh had her hands braced on her knees and she leaned back slightly against him, pushing herself further onto his dick.
“Christopher!” She yelped when he sank fully into her. He hesitated until he felt her ass wiggling slightly back and forth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he began pounding her with hard strokes.
He sounded like he was running a race as he panted. Each thrust brought a responsive cry from her as they went at it fast and furious. Ashleigh adjusted her stance, planting her feet and trusting that Christopher wouldn’t let her fall face first to the floor. She felt his big hand rubbing her ass and then his knees bent and he dipped upward into her with a long ragged groan.
“Baby! I’m going to cum!”
“Yes Chris! Cum…” She groaned. His knees felt weak as his dick swelled and then an explosive shot blasted from him and he began pumping his semen into her. Christopher cried out and then repeated the sound a second later when Ashleigh’s body fisted around his cock and began pumping him as she orgasmed.
He continued to work his hips against her until she was panting and quivering and then he pulled his spent dick from her. Ashleigh straightened and stumbled but was prevented from toppling over by Christopher’s strong arms around her waist. He turned her and pulled her into his arms for another kiss which he delivered slowly, languishing in the feel of her tongue against his.
He pulled back suddenly. “I could do this forever Ashleigh. But-”
“…but someone will eventually try to come in.” She said. And plus his semen was gliding down her inner thighs and beginning to congeal.
“Right.” He kissed her nose and lightly tapped her ass enjoying the feel of it bounce beneath his palm. Mmmm. “Get showered, okay? And I’ll call you later.”
“Alright.” He watched until she gathered her shower kit and went into the separate shower area. Then he unlocked the door and quickly left. He headed down the corridor knowing that he was going to catch hell from the guys for not immediately coming back.
Christopher showered while listening to the guys ask him such questions such as if his sweep of the ladies lockers proved secure, and other comments less tasteful. He blushed and tried to figure out a way to control his desire for Ashleigh each morning. It would just be impossible to watch her exercise; the way her body moved, to hear the way she breathed, to smell the fresh sweat on her body and not to be completely pulled into that direction. They were definitely going to have to come up with some way to control themselves during work hours.
The two made plans to meet at Ashleigh’s house after work. She got off earlier than he did and decided she would showcase her talents in the cooking department by making him a home cooked meal. She didn’t have much time for anything too fancy but broiling some steaks in the oven, throwing together a salad and roasting some potatoes would take no time.
She hurried to the door when she heard the bell ring and the sight of Christopher in his military fatigues made her heart beat speed up. He grinned and removed his cap.
“Hi Sweetheart. Food smells good.”
He looked so formal standing there at the door. She ushered him inside and stood on tiptoes to kiss him.
“Come in, babe.”
“Thanks for cooking. I could have brought something over.”
“No trouble. I gotta check the steaks. Be right back.” She headed for the kitchen and Christopher lingered in the living room taking in everything. She had great style. He walked over to a bookshelf where there were photos of her and her friend’s from work. He easily recognized them. There was another of an older man and woman. The woman was slender, but otherwise looked just as pretty as Ashleigh and he assumed it was her mother. The next was Ashleigh as a kid missing one of her front teeth and looking no older than seven or eight. She was a pudgy, cute kid flanked by two scrawny but cute girls; her sisters judging by how closely they resembled each other. Ashleigh didn’t talk much about her family so he wasn’t even sure if she even had siblings.
He picked up the last photograph. It was of Ashleigh with a handsome black man. They were evidently at some type of club and Ashleigh was absolutely gorgeous with her hair done up perfectly and her makeup flawless. She was wearing an evening dress that showed off a set of beautiful, thick legs in high heels.
He studied the man. He was fairly tall, though not as tall as he was. He was very good looking; the type of good looking th
at made for movie stars and models. DeAngelo. His brow furrowed. They really looked good together…
Christopher quickly replaced the picture when he heard Ashleigh’s return and picked up a c.d. and pretended to be reading it.
She slipped her arms around him and looked up at him as if he was…perfect. “MMM. You ready to eat? I’m starving.” He could feel the tension leaving his body as he looked down at the woman that he had fallen so deeply in love with.
“Yes Ma’am, I am.” He smiled and thought about Uncle Ray’s words. ‘The good looking guys didn’t have to work for women’s attention. They just dropped into their laps.’ Christopher knew that he would do anything necessary to keep his sweetheart interested in him and only him.
After dinner they made quick work of cleaning up the dishes.
“Want to watch a movie?” She asked.