The Most Wonderful Time of Year
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The house was filled with people, all enjoying the annual neighborhood Christmas party. There was music, drink and socializing but I was focused on one particular guest. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was handsome with dark hair, soulful brown eyes and a smile that made even the customary Christmas lighting seem dull by comparison. It was those magnificent dimples… yes, those delicious dimples that made his smile that much more radiant.
The noise and jostling of the crowd was like a buzz, blending into the background while I watched him. I’d heard about him… the respectable suburban dad, an upstanding professional and community volunteer, but I suspected there was something darker lurking just below that well polished veneer.
I watched him as I casually sipped my drink and noticed how he flirted mildly with the women. It was subtle, non-invasive and the women seem to be enjoying themselves but there was just something about this man, this perfect specimen of maleness, which made me want to take that well polished appearance and strip it down to that darker side… the dangerous side.
I watched him move confidently though the crowd, never lingering for long and spreading his casual flirtations throughout. He seemed to be testing the waters when suddenly our eyes met, soulful brown to storm grey, and like a cosmic event… sparks flew.
I could see his reaction and knew that no matter what else might happen this night, I would bear witness to his roguish behavior. I watched as he moved cat-like through the throng of people toward me and a sense of urgency grew in my very core. We’d not exchanged words, but his eyes told me a story that my body reacted to in a physical way.
I tore my eyes away from his, scanning the room for any dark recess, alcove, broom closet… anywhere that might lend even the slightest sense of privacy and as he closed the distance my heartbeat quickened and breath caught in my throat. I’d never had this sort of reaction to a man in a very… very… long time.
He stopped just inches from me and I felt a shiver swim my spine and settle explosively between my thighs… god, how I wanted this man. I could feel his eyes on me and before either of us could form any comprehensible words, I took his hand and lead him to the only place I could think of that might… just might… be private enough. He seemed surprised by my actions, obviously not used to a woman taking control, Escort Bayan Bahçeşehir but I didn’t care. He was my sole focus, my main event and by god I wouldn’t be denied.
We snaked back through the crowd to a door in the foyer. Admittedly it wasn’t my best choice but with such limited options and an urgency that seems to burn like the North Star, I didn’t care. I opened the door and we were met with a closet full of guest coats. I stepped through the door, tugging him with me and thankfully we discovered it wasn’t a small closet as we pushed the coats aside and moved further toward the back.
Once we were sequestered in the closet, the coats providing one more barricade to the outside world, I turned and pulled him to me, my lips meeting his in a voracious kiss, one that dripped with need and aching desire. My tongue slithered between his lips, seeking its mate and causing a soft moan to pour from my throat. I felt him respond in kind, his urgency seeming to match my own. His fingers tangled in my hair as he deepened the kiss while my hands moved unabashedly over his body.
I drank in the kiss, relishing the ache it produced and my hands boldly moved, finding his growing erection. I gripped his cock through the barrier of his dress pants leaving no doubt to my wantonness. I could hear small moans as his tongue lashed against mine and my fingers curled around his member.
He suddenly broke the kiss, pulling his head back as his hands found my shoulders turning me, then pulling me back against him. I had to release his cock, but soon found it again at my back. His hands moved over my body. His fingers found and exploited my taut nipples behind the material of the dress I happen to be wearing then dipped behind the flimsy obstacle for flesh to flesh contact. My back arched, pressing my breasts deeper into his exploring hand, hissing softly in pleasure as he lustfully abused the sensitive flesh.
My own hand wasn’t still, as I wormed it behind the waistband of his pants and found his throbbing cock. My fingers wrapped lightly and I began to stroke the stiff organ, slowly at first, enjoying the feel of the supple flesh in my palm and the slick pre-cum gathering at the tip with each pass of my thumb. I wanted this cock buried in my aching pussy.
As I worked his cock, his free hand moved and found the heated wetness between my thighs. I couldn’t stop the moan as he İstanbul Escort tugged the dress up and his skillful fingers slid behind the meager lace panties covering my sopping cunt. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out as his fingers danced across my throbbing clit and slid further back to my weeping hole where two fingers found a place to nestle in the velvet heat. My hips jerked as he began to move his hand slowly, teasing me even higher and I matched his pace with my hand around his cock. Yes, we were anxious and eager but there was no denying the deliciously sinful feel of what we were doing.
I could feel his hot breath against my neck and lascivious whispers in my ear. My entire body trembled as each filthy word passed his lips and took seed within my mind. His fingers were like magic as they fucked my aching cunt and the heel of his hand moved against my throbbing clit. The urgency I’d felt only grew and seemed to explode as his hands played me like a well tuned instrument.
I felt his lips and teeth against the soft flesh of my neck and bit my bottom lip again to keep from notifying the masses outside the door what was happening inside this closet. Each touch, whisper and moan was like a wildfire in my soul. His expert fingers in my cunt and on my breasts only inflamed me further causing my grip on his cock to tighten and the strokes to grow with need.
I wanted him in the same state I was… lingering on the precipice and about to fall.
I felt his hips begin to thrust against my stroking hand, his own moving in the same rhythm, forcing me further toward the peak. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, the need and urgency too much. His mouth suckled the tender flesh of my neck; fingers pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples while he pulled his fingers free of my contracting cunt only to drag the slick digits to my clit. His husky whisper met my ear, “Cum.” It was a single word, a simple word and with it the world shattered as my body tensed then exploded.
He had the sense enough to pull his hand away from my breasts and tightly cover my mouth. It didn’t completely hide the moan that ripped through my throat and against his hand but it was enough to ensure that our secret would be kept… at least for now. I trembled against him as my body rolled through orgasmic bliss and I felt his cock jump as I peaked and descended into the precious abyss.
When my Escort İstanbul breathing slowed he pulled his hand away from my mouth and I felt him push me against the back wall, heard the zipper of his pants then felt my panties peeled aside. My bottom lip found its way between my teeth again as I felt his throbbing manhood nudging my slick hole and with a soft grunt he pushed. His cock slid in easily and my cunt welcomed the invasion with delight.
This… this is what I’d been craving.
He set a slow rhythm, the thrusts long and languid, enjoying the sensations and the welcoming woman that offered so much. I felt his fingers curl against my shoulder as he moved… taking… devouring… consuming, my entire body burned once again with the feel of his pounding cock, delicious in the sinfulness of our circumstances. I couldn’t contain the soft whimpers and moans as they poured from my throat with each drive of his body. He was simply divine as he controlled the pace, extended the pleasure and added to it as his free hand once again found my swollen clit. He knew exactly how and where to touch to bring out the lusty minx.
I heard his moan, felt his cock swell stretching me and sensed he was close. I brazenly reached between my thighs and found his balls. My fingers danced over the heavy sack and I felt his appreciation to my bold behavior. His fingers dug into my shoulder as his thrusts grew with need. I cupped and massaged the sensitive sack while my cunt tightened around his cock. I wanted… no… needed to feel his cum filling my cunt. I needed to know that I wasn’t the only one that wanted this.
He seemed to piston his cock hard, fast and deep, driving my own release to the pinnacle once again. I heard the growls and grunts pouring from his throat as the waves rose and soon crested. I felt his fingers leaving divots in my shoulder, his fingers against my clit seemed unstoppable while he pushed me to the edge and over with whimpers and keening cries. My cunt tightened around his cock, rippling along the length, suckling and milking, silently begging to be filled with his release. I felt it, just seconds after my own, felt his cock swell and seem to burst sending his cum deep into my core. My cunt suckled his cock, drinking every last drop of his ejaculate and wanting more… always more.
We panted trying the catch our breath, the sound loud in the confines of the closet, our racing hearts slowing to a more manageable rhythm and I felt his cock slip from my cunt, his cum slowly leaking out and down my thighs. Suddenly I started to giggle and couldn’t stop it. I turned and whispered, “Merry Christmas, I’m Kyrie. It’s nice to meet you.” The look on his face was priceless. I’m sure he didn’t expect such a naughty present.
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