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A Christmas Story

It's been a long day with running here there and everywhere. Having to make

an appearance at everyone's Christmas dinner. Christmas Eve with my family.

Dinner at 2 p.m. with friends Christmas day, and then off to your parents by

7 p.m. for presents and dessert. It's 11 p.m. now and we are finally roiling

up the driveway, to our house. The snow is coming down again and giving

everything that silent hush, after a long and busy day. You head for the

bathroom to get changed. I sneak into the living room grabbing the basket I

had prepared weeks ago. Quickly I spread out the blanket by the Christmas

tree that we have hardly had time to look at. Light the candles on the

coffee table and turn on the fireplace. I hear you coming out from the

bathroom. So I run and grab you up from behind gently kissing your neck as I

turn you around towards the living room. You moan at me partially from the

kisses, partially because you just want to go to bed. I walk you into the

living room hand covering your eyes, my mouth still tenderly on your neck.

You are becoming putty in my hands from the smell of the tree, the kisses to

your neck, and my arm around your waist. I lead you to the blanket uncovering

your eyes. You are shocked, surprised and impressed. Seems I never cease to amaze you with my romance. There laid out on the blanket are different kinds of massage creams. I ever so gently begin to undress you, kissing every inch of your skin that I uncover. You lay down on your belly, the feeling of my lips still lingering on your breast. I begin working on your neck and

shoulders, firmly but gently rubbing at each knot until it releases. I rub

all of your back pulling and pushing at each muscle. The soft moans that are

escaping your body are deafening to my ears, warming to my soul and music to my heart. As I move down to rub your hamstrings and calves I notice the beautiful shimmer of your wetness in the twinkle of the tree lights. The

glow of the juices that flow within you are blinding me. The combination of

the moans and the glow seem like the call of the Sirens to me. Maddening and intoxicating. I try not to look to calm myself and finish rubbing your sore feet and legs. I finally make it thru all of this. I ask you to turn over so

I can rub your shins and quadriceps, but the sight of the candles flickering

in your half open eyes is too much for me to take. I can no longer resist your



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siren song. I move up your body slowly kissing every inch of you. This

time not just kissing your breast, but also taking your nipple into my mouth

tenderly sucking on it. I move up your chest across your collar bone.

Tenderly kissing all of you. I work my all over your neck trying as hard as

I can to get to that spot in the back. Around to your ear across your cheek.

When you turn your head and give me the most passionate kiss I have ever

experiences. A kiss that says everything the words can't. You begin to

undress me as we kiss, moving your lips to my ear and neck. Knowing what a

weakness it is for me. You pull my shirt off. Gently biting at my neck. You

go for my pants, unbutton them and slide them down my hips and across my

legs, with my boxers’ right behind them. You are back at my lips now, knowing

how vulnerable I am feeling right now. You slide your hands under my bra on

the way up from my jeans, and in one motion up over my head it comes. You

are cooing in my ear now telling me how handsome I am in the candle light.

Telling me how much you love me. I begin my way across your cheek and down

your neck. Slightly rubbing my thigh across your clit as I move. You jump at

this. You weren't expecting it. You didn't think you were that worked up.

You grab my thigh and put it back between your legs the wetness feel so good against my hot body. You try to rub on my leg, but I move it not willing to let you cum yet. I move my lips across your chest to the other breast slowly methodically kissing all around the nipple. Finally after what feels like

forever to you, I lunge at your nipple with my mouth taking all of it in,

sucking on it, licking it feverishly. The taste of your skin is intoxicating

to me. Your back is arched, your head thrown back the sweet scent of your

juices, the deep moans coming from your abdomen. I can feel my own wetness now and the remainder of your wetness on my thigh. My heart is racing, my clit is throbbing. The lights flickering off of your soft sensual skin. With one grace filled move I slowly let my breast fall against your pussy. Your body curls in to me in the excitement, as if you are doing a sit-up. Your nails digging across my back. My breast has become something for you to ride as you grind on trying desperately to cum quickly knowing I will move it soon. I can sense your body and I leave it there just long enough. Just long enough to let you almost cum. As I move away I feel the disappointment in your body, but I can't help it I am not ready to let you cum yet. I am not ready to be done touching you intimately. I crave the feeling of your skin, your juices. The taste of you, the feeling of you beneath

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me with your back arched, the feeling of your nails across my back. I move my breast from your pussy. Put my mouth back on your right breast and

carefully place my pussy against yours. When they touch you cry out in ecstasy. Your body is in overload. I am touching so many nerve endings. Sucking on your right nipple, rolling the left between my fingers, rubbing my pussy against yours. You are grinding me now. The rhythm gradually getting faster. You arch your back further I push down harder responding to your movements. Your nails are firmly planted in my back. We are both beginning to cum now. I want to drive you wild and pull away, but I can't. I am close to orgasm now myself. To close to touching the sky's with you. The pace is quickening with every stroke of our pussies. We push harder with every beat of our hearts. I am sucking on your neck now. My arms curled up under your shoulders for more leverage. Pushing, pulling, rocking, and grinding ourselves into one. One beautiful amazing orgasm. Both of us panting hard. You ask me if I am ready.  I snicker and say "what's the matter baby can't take anymore?" "You jest with me now" you say. I tell you "I want to fuck you a minute more, don't let it out yet." I don't want to lose that panting in my ear, your soft sweet skin under me. You arch your back further under me exclaiming that you "have to cum now." We rock together biting, moaning and screaming until the most intense orgasm is released. Our juices entangled in a puddle beneath you. Our hearts still racing and our bodies still jumping. I lean down to you take your face in my hands releasing my body weight onto you. I kiss you deeply, knowingly, lovingly. A kiss that speaks all the words that never need said. A kiss only shared after you have cum with someone at the exact same time and place in this world. A kiss to remember for a lifetime. I roll off you taking you in my arms as we drift off to sleep. We wake the next morning naked under the Christmas tree both of us assuming it was just a magnificent dream, from an exhausted body and a busy mind. You wake me up laughing. I am confused and look at you and ask you what are you talking about. You look at me and say look at where you are look up. I look up and begin to laugh with you. "I thought it was just a dream" you said “but I guess I was wrong." She leans down and kisses me that same deep passionate kiss and tells me to get up we will be late for her grandparent’s house.

The end.