Chrissel's Fire - Don't Waste My Fruit (4 page)

“Well remove those too.”

Thames covered his head in his hands as she pulled her skirt up and removed the stockings and her heels. 
“This chick is so daring,”
he said to himself as he held his head up looking quite confused.  
“Oh my, this chick has gorgeous feet and perfectly toned legs; how do I fix this situation once and for all?”

Thames could not help but admiring her as she approached him, she became a prettier girl without the heels and stockings.   She was like a beamy beauty he has never seen before as she slowly approached him; her brownish hair glowed in the sunlight while the green hills behind her provided a sharp contrast to her caramel tone and her grey tweed suit.

“Oh stop right there!” Thames exclaimed.

“Oh what is it now?” she enquired.

“Just let me take a picture,” he replied as he pointed the camera at her.

“A picture of what?”

“A picture of you,” Thames retorted.

“Why is this a part of the house deal?” Chrissel enquired as she halted her movement while getting a firm grip of her own curvy hips.

“Shall we strike a pose for the camera?”

“Yes sir,” she replied as she removed her Jacket and started posing for the camera
and for Thames.

Thames wanted this woman even more than ever; she gave him the poses he has never seen at home.    This chick just knew how to flaunt it for the sorry, desperate Mr.Snowy; he really had to fan himself even though the air was so cool and fresh outside.   Things got really hard on Thames as realized he had a flame before  him that he had to control, because if he didn't he was going to end up with a wild fire which may be more difficult to put out.

“Chrissel,You seem to be very good at this,”

“Well, I was a professional model before I entered the real estate business.”

“You are one super-hot chick!”

“Can I see them?” she asked as she braced Thames with her chest.   He was really not that type of guy(the player type) but it would have been much easier for him to purchase ten cities than to resist the strong forces of attraction that ignited when both bodies came in contact with each other.

“
Oh I got real issues, issues that only Thames can fix; this is the only way I can free myself from Thames or I am going to be his slave forever.   There is no point in hiding the way I feel for him; there is no point in not telling him what flows from my deep dark core throughout my curves and creases whenever he smile and move those lips; there is no point in hiding from him the chemical combustion that charges my soul at high temperatures when his skin even brushes against mine; there is no point in hiding from him the fact that I am in love with someone I don't know.”

Chapter Nine

She breathed heavily while they both looked at the photos that Thames had taken of her; she was just too close to him to remain calm or well-balanced.  

“OMG!  Does Jilean know what she’s got?  Does Jilean know that she is going to lose mr iron man?” 
These thoughts ran through her mind as Thames stood firmer as she chest-braced him.

The sun disappeared as the skies turned gray which was a sign that there would be rainfall; the roaring thunder that supervened was a more than warning that it was time to head back inside and wrap things up (
the property inspection
) but she may have had other plans.

“Well, this property is great, a nice cabin, fresh air, the lake, lovely scenery and great fruit trees.” Thames said while
standing up much firmer
to her chest-brace.

“So can I pick a fruit from your tree?” she asked as she stared on the site visit’s main attraction –his lips.

“Oh sure,” he whispered in a low deep tone as he held an apple fruit before her lips.

“Oh, so this man knows how to tease, it would be too sad if he doesn’t know how to please.”
Chrissel said to herself as she attempted to eat the fruit.

”Oh not so fast, it is has to be washed first, then you eat after,” he teased as he pulled the fruit away from her (closer to him).  The rains started pouring down immediately and he used this opportunity to wash the fruit.

“
OMG! This guy is so darn clever, he even uses the rains as his props, who is he, why am I the chosen one?  Am I going to get this fruit or not?”
  These thoughts flowed as she watched how he held the fruit with his mouth.

Chapter Ten

She nibbled on the fruit while it was still on the lips of her target; she became so wet as the rains poured.   The poor fruit (
which was still held by his lips
) became less than a quarter of its size as the predator nibbled and pecked bringing her lips too close to those of  her prey.   Which was louder, the 4 inches of constant raindrops beating the ground or the heavy puffs of breath from escaped from Chrissel?  

“OMG this guy has the perfect six packs
,
he is a complete package,”
Chrissel said to herself as she tore his black shirt open exposing the meanders of his abdominal muscles.   Thames wobbled his waist as she used her long fingers to play honky-tonk on his chest of treasures.  The rains kept pouring down and she really got wet while she felt the agitation of his rigid structure; it was time to change gears as she buried her head in his chest and moved it around in circular motions. 

“WOMAN, you are wicked!” Thames shouted as he aggressively pulled her petite body towards him holding on tightly to her curvy figure while she elevated her right knee to the height of his chest.   She really became intrigued when she noticed his tantrum.

“So Mr. Lover of fruits,” she said as she stared him in the eyes, “Are you going to make my ripened fruits go to waste?” she continued as she dangled her hips in slow motion
.
 

Like an octopus she wrapped her long legs around his torso as he aggressively hand-lifted her from the ground.

“Oh Thames, I’m yours, whatever you want, however you want.”

He tried to touch her lips with his but she teased by moving hers away and started nibbling on his chin.  He tried again and this time moved her lips away and started nibbling on his ear.   She knew she had ‘
Mr.
hard
-to-get
’ tortured; she could feel his pulses beating in turbo mode while his chest was firmly embraced by her full-grown fruits.

He covered her mouth with his as they kissed each other passionately and aggressively until her feet became weak. 

“Just look at my prince so, adorable, I wish his wife was here to see what he is doing to me,

Oh wow, just look at how his hot topless body sporting only blue denim gleams in the rainfall.  He is so charming; he is going to cover me with his shirt.”
She thought as he approached her, but much to her surprise he placed his shirt on the wet grass and made a hay for them both.

Even though the rains poured, they continued shedding apparels just like an oak tree exfoliating its leaves in autumn.

“
So tell me, can Jilean do this to you?”

“Oh Chrissel, you are crazy.”

“Does she make you do this…?”

“Chrissel you are wicked!”

“Thames, does she know what she is wasting?”

“Oh….Chrissel you are a natural beauty, you don’t even need any attire to look pretty”

She wrapped her entire frame around him as they rolled aggressively but passionately a few meters in the wet grass until they ended up by the lake.

“Come on, talk to me...”

“You’re simply the best!...”

The rains started pouring harder and harder as the two were so inseparable by the lake side.

“
Are you ready?”

“Yes, it’s getting wetter and wetter  around here– the rain is coming harder -it is time we go.”

“Oh yes! Oh Yes!”

Chrissel jumped on his back causing him to fall to the ground as they hurriedly headed back to the cabin.

“Come here sweetie,” she chuckled as she they laid on each other in the wet grass.  She tried to kiss is wet lips but he placed a guava fruit before his lips so as to prevent her direct access.   She nibbled away most of the fruit and placed the remainder on his chest using her mouth. 

“
Oh girl
,
you are wicked!
”
Thames shrieked as he knew what was coming next –
or thought he knew.

They became so shaken up after a loud thunder came crashing which was preceded by a lightning bolt.  They ran as fast as they could heading back to the bungalow.

Chapter Eleven

“You really filled my tank Mr Big guy,” Chrissel chuckled as she wiped her hair dry while falling in love with his inviting smile.

“ I just gave you the antidote you were looking for since we've met,”  Thames replied as he tried to put his soaked wet shirt on his back.

“I sure do hope you have the cure for an overdose, I eat a lot,” she quipped as she stared at the wet hairs laying down on his abdominal muscles just above his soaked blue denims.

“
Well, this is officially the end a
successful and productive
house inspection and it is time to hand this man back to his owner.   I just feel like calling her to introduce her to his new mistress.

I just can't send him home as yet, my fire is still burning, it is still raining heavily outside, plus the way he just can't keep his eyes of my wet curvy rear end tells me he is not ready to go home just yet.”

Before she could finish her thoughts, she felt his pair of wet hands holding her hips; before she could even respond to the physical phenomenon he had his mouth behind her ears.  He massaged her thighs as they slow danced to the tango like taps that the raindrops made as they hit the roof top while they both watched the water drops slowly running down the glass windows of the cabin that was filled with passionate energy and tension even though things were so wet and chilly outside. 

“Oh Chrissel, this is so wrong.”

“Thames, just take your hand from off my rear … if you can.”

“I just can't seem to.”

“So what's your problem?”

“Too much spark.”

“Just put my fire out – you've got what it takes.”

“
Despite being humble and soft spoken this guy is just simply a great performer and knows when to dominate with his actions.   Despite my fiery passionate rage he took full control as his every wish became my command.  I just love the way Thames takes me apart and puts me back together – bit by bit, piece by piece.”