4 comments/ 14391 views/ 5 favorites Christmas Surprises By: mgw858 Many years ago, I enjoyed a long affair with a co-worker. Our romance began with the usual office flirtations and innuendo, but then there was that glorious business trip to Asia where we found ourselves in adjacent hotel rooms and the fuse was really lit. On her next trip, a few weeks later, she sent me a rather steamy email. I responded with a fantasy story of what I dreamed of doing if I were with her. I still have hundreds of sexy emails saved from her and would often play off of one of those and create a story for us. There are dozens of those stories to share here someday. This is one special one from Christmastime, a few years after we drifted apart. She loved my erotica and I always encouraged her to write for me. It was quite some time after we'd ended the affair that she wrote to me, telling me how much she still enjoyed my stories, and after begging her again, she finally agreed to write with me. This is the first time she began a story and I continued. We passed it back and forth twice... 1. Her voice The holidays had come so quickly that I realized I was extremely far behind in my shopping. Between the stress of the season and the upswing in our business, I thought it best to take an afternoon off to shop and use some time for myself. On my way home, I stopped at the bath store and wandered to each fragranced bubble bath trying to find the one that would be the most relaxing. Pleased with my decision, I headed home, anxious to dip my toes into a nice warm tub of bubbles. Pulling into the driveway of a dark home, I was stunned with the reminder of being alone for the holidays. The company was enjoying good business and could not afford to have anyone on vacation for any period of time. Therefore, my family had to go out-of-state without me. Although a very unpopular decision, I figured I'd make the best of the situation. Thankful I'd placed a bottle of wine in the fridge early that morning, I wandered throughout the house, from candle to candle. Lighting them all, I enjoyed watching the soft warm glow as they cast shadows that danced on the ceiling. The house was too quiet. Clicking on the stereo, I found a soothing channel that played all old Christmas songs sung by those long gone. By the time I reached the doorway to my bedroom, I had everything unbuttoned and ready to peel off. Slipping off my blouse, I navigated in the dark to the far side of the room to the candle next to my bed. It was my favorite, cinnamon. I unsnapped the catch of my bra and gratefully tossed it aside, my breasts swinging free from their tight confinement. I could hardly wait to slip off my hose. They had a small run near the crotch, and I had to smile thinking about how someone I knew would certainly make an excuse why he should just widen the opening a little more. Hmmm...what a memory. Much had changed between us as our lives had taken different paths. Nevertheless, I hadn't forgotten that each time we were together had the excitement as if it were the first. Realizing I had drifted for a moment, I snapped back to reality, feeling a slight chill on my bare shoulders. Moving into the bathroom, I began to run the warm water for my bath, gently pouring in the cool scented bubble bath. The aroma was soothing and inviting. Memories came flooding back of other tubs in other places, business trips in Asia mostly, and I realized I hadn't used bubbles since a trip to Japan few years ago. I was amazed that it had been that long, and even more surprised to think how much I remembered of that trip. Avoiding slipping into a lonely state, I blocked the memories by singing the song in my head that was playing on the stereo. I returned to the bedroom and stepped out of my skirt and hose, gathered up my fluffy terry robe and headed back to check on my filling tub. The cinnamon from the candle gave the air a clean, spicy scent. With the tub almost full, and me completely naked, I headed back down the hallway to the kitchen to uncork my bottle of wine. I loved the feel of my breasts just swaying gently as I walked, the cool air on my skin making my nipples pucker and harden. The candles were still glowing and Bing was crooning on the radio. I made my way to the tub just as it finished filling. Setting my glass of wine on the side of the tub within easy reach, I slowly lowered my naked body through the bubbles into the warm water. The heat caressed my tired body. Sipping on my wine, I closed my eyes and sunk a little lower into the bubbles. It felt so good... As the minutes passed, I could feel the water begin to cool, but I just wasn't ready to end the luxury of lying in the wonderful cloud of soft bubbles. Leaning forward to run more water, I got a slight chill as the air brushed my wet skin. My soft pink nipples suddenly grew hard again and poked out of the bubbles, rigid from the chill. Reaching for the faucet, his hand touched mine. "Can I do that for you?" My heart nearly stopped. It was him. The guy that was such a deep, ingrained part of so many fond memories. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" my mind raced faster than I could verbalize the questions. "You left the side door unlocked. I got here just a little before you, thank goodness, so I got to enjoy the little striptease," he grinned. "How did you know that I would be alone?" I asked suspiciously. We hadn't talked in quite sometime. "You must have a new receptionist, because she told me everything about your day off and your family's departure without you. You really should let her know she shouldn't share that info with strangers. However, this one time it was o.k.," he smiled mischievously. Lifting my chin up toward him, he kissed me lightly. My head was feeling a little light from the wine and rush of my heartbeat. Geez, is this a dream? It sure felt like one. His beautiful blue eyes still gazing into mine, he just grinned his little boy grin. Oh, how I have missed his smile. My hands covered in dripping bubbles, I pulled him closer and we kissed long and deep. His kiss still made me tingle in places that no one else could. His lips moved across my cheek, down my neck, making my body arch involuntarily toward him, begging for more of his touch. My pink nipples peeked through the white bubbles beckoning his soft lips to caress them. Finding my way to his zipper, I could feel his cock already pressing to be released. Kicking off his shoes and pants that were now around his ankles, he stepped into the bubbles with me as he pulled off his t-shirt. His dark furry chest soon was covered with my lingering bubbles. The heat I was feeling between my legs far exceeded the temperature of the water. I was surprised at how much I still wanted him and the control he had of me. Softly I slipped my hand around his hardness and gently began stroking him. Leaning back against the tub he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Mmmmm, your touch is incredible," he breathed. "You better stop that, though. I'll never last." I wasn't worried about that. I knew he was capable of repeat performances given the right stimulation. Stroking him a little quicker, I pulled his hips up slightly to allow the bright purple head of his penis to crest the water enough for me to slip my mouth over. I slipped the wet, slick shaft into my mouth and could taste the warm pre-cum oozing from the slit. I slipped one hand under the bubbles to massage his soft ball sack and slid the other up and down the glistening shaft. After only a few moments sucking him deep into my mouth he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut and his body tensed and released with an overwhelming orgasm. "I told you shouldn't do that," he continued to gasp. "Yeah, you did, but I sure didn't see you making any effort to make me," I said as I smoothed away the bubbles from his chest. We laid together until the water began to get too cool. "How about we wander out to the den and light the fireplace and catch up?" I asked. "I think I'd like that," he said, his eyes still rather dreamy. Stepping out of the tub, I quickly dried off and slipped into my fluffy robe. Handing him a towel, I helped him dry off his back and moved the towel to the front of his chest, working my way down to his now-softened dick. With just a few light touches along the length of his cock, I could feel it thickening again and straining for more. He tried to turn to face me, but I held tight. "I'm not finished drying you off," I said, my arms around him, my toweled hands stroking his stiffening cock. "But my knees are getting a little weak," he whispered. "O.k., o.k., I'll stop ... for now," I said playfully. I handed him a robe and walked into the bedroom with him close behind. Suddenly, he pulled me close and lifted me on the bed. My robe being loosely tied, fell slightly open exposing my dark soft fur. "What have we here?" he asked in mock surprise. He kneeled in between my legs and began kissing my hips, and working his way up my belly pausing only to listen to my low groaning with anticipation. Licking at my beckoning nipples, I begged him to slip inside my hot, wet darkness. Teasing me a bit longer, he soon couldn't wait either and slid between my soft pink lips. His thick cock throbbed inside me as my own muscles tensed, trying to hold him inside. I wanted the feeling to last. Holding me tight and kissing me deeply, our bodies found a satisfying rhythm and soon exploded in pleasure together. Oh my, what he does to me... We lay together in each other's arms for what seemed to be a long time in complete silence. I finally asked the dreaded question. "When do you need to leave?" He smiled and said, "Well we have something in common these holidays. My family is gone for the next few days, too." Smiling, I thought to myself, this is certainly going to be one holiday I won't forget... 2. His voice The next night we were in a dark corner booth of a neighborhood Japanese restaurant by 6 o'clock. She had to leave work quite early again in order to make the freeway drive up to where I work, where we used to work together. I wondered if on her drive up -- like mine yesterday headed south -- was she thinking of our past times together, or maybe the spectacular reunion we had enjoyed yesterday? I know that was about all that was on my mind all day at work! I met her in the parking lot and when she stepped out of her car she was radiant. Her smile beamed and my knees felt weak. She was so lovely. She opened her arms for a hug, her coat wasn't buttoned, and I saw she wore a cute black dress, a little above the knee, with seven gold buttons up the front. I counted. We jumped back into her warm car and by the time we got to the restaurant, I had the two bottom ones unbuttoned. Before we went in though, she reached into her coat and buttoned the next-to-last one back up. Oh well. Over our years working together, we had both traveled to Japan a number of times on business, and plenty of our trips overlapped or even had identical itineraries. Frankly, we could have saved the company travel budget significant bucks if we had not taken two hotel rooms the number of times we slept together on the road. Fukuoka, Yokohama, Kobe, Nagoya, Osaka, Okayama. I had been all over that beautiful country with this lovely woman. We had both developed a taste for Japanese cuisine and I thought this restaurant would stir up some great old memories. It had seemed to do the trick as conversation drifted back to those travels together as we enjoyed several delicious small appetizers and some cold tasty sushi. We shared a large Sapporo and I ordered a second, drinking most of it myself, but I did manage to fill her tiny glass a time or two more. It only took a little alcohol to make her tipsy, and boy was she fun then. We were both enjoying the company and the flirting. I slipped one loafer off and would occasionally caress the back of her calf or the tops of her stockinged feet. Now and then, she would slip out of her pumps and trail a toe or two up my leg, just often enough to keep me half-hard throughout the meal. Finishing up and paying our bill, I helped her into her long coat, necessary given the cold winter air. Stepping outside, I suggested we walk for a bit after dinner for some quiet time together. "I'd like that," she replied softly, reaching up to pull my face down to hers. We stood on the sidewalk in our long overcoats, our faces stinging from the cold air after the warmth of the restaurant. We kissed long and slow, our tongues lazy together. We walked for a few blocks, hand in hand, enjoying the beautiful light displays and the company. Arriving back at the restaurant, I invited her to my house this time. She eagerly offered to drive. At my house, we went straight upstairs where she made a detour to the toilet while I made some preparations in the bedroom. I turned up the thermostat to 'naked-comfort,' then lit several candles and placed them in front of the small mirrors on the dressers, their flickering magnified on the ceiling and walls. I had kicked off my shoes and was starting to unbutton my shirt when she came back in the room. "Here," she said, tossing her pantyhose on the floor with her shoes, "let me help you with that." She carefully unbuttoned my shirt, kissing each patch of exposed skin softly as she went down my chest. Finally, pushing it off my arms, she held me close, resting her head against my chest. When she finally pulled away, I reached for her gold buttons. "My turn," I asked? "Merry Christmas," she whispered in my ear, "unwrap as you please." Holding her close, I gently swayed, dancing her back to the doorway. Taking one hand in mine, I kissed her palm and placed it on the doorjamb. I took her other hand, kissed it too, and stretched out her arm to the other door post and told her to hold them there. Then I turned my attention to those buttons. I knelt in front of her and as I unbuttoned the bottom buttons, I kissed her knees and up her thighs as the fabric spread apart, revealing her soft skin. At the next button, the hint of her bush was exposed, and then in my full view as I opened the fourth. I nuzzled into her soft fur, drinking in the scent of her sex. Up and up my tongue went until the dress was completely open and my only obstacle was her black lacy bra. I stood in front of her and quickly unsnapped the clasp, freeing her full breasts. I licked and sucked at the hardening nipples, caressing the soft flesh. After a few moments of quivering pleasure, she dropped her arms and shed her dress and bra. "Enough of this," she said, pushing me back towards the bed with kisses. She helped me scoot up on top of the comforter and then pulled off my socks. Soon she had crawled up between my legs, then on top of my belly. She leaned over to kiss me full and hard, her hands on my chest and in my hair. I could feel the bristly fur on her mound tickling just above my belt. I pushed up my pelvis to meet her. "Mmmmmmmmm," she purred, "time to get the rest of your clothes off..." Her voice trailed off as she kissed along my neck and down my chest to my belly. Her hands were working my belt and trouser clasp and then zipper. In a moment she was sliding off the bed, tugging my pants with her. My erection made a tent in my boxers, throbbing with every heartbeat. Her hands slid up my legs and then along my hips, then slowly tugged at the waistband of my underwear. She reached under to point my cock out of the way as the fabric slid by and I shuddered at her gentle touch. She smiled at me. "You feel ready for some attention," she said as she again crawled up the bed and straddled my waist. She raised my shaft slightly as she leaned over and I could feel the hot wetness from her slit on my soft head. I reached down and spread her cheeks slightly and helped her slide gently back and forth. Our kisses became more and more urgent as she continued to rock with me pressed against her moist sex. Finally, she raised up a bit further and pointed me at her center, sliding down my length with a sigh. She held there at the bottom as I pressed into her, hoisting her up off of the bed slightly. Then she began stroking me in earnest, her hands behind my head, her lips on mine, tongues lashing about our mouths. She would rise up to my full length, then slowly, trembling, she would slide down and hold, pressing her clit into the base of my cock. Then she would slide up again, almost letting me slip out but her muscles gripped me fiercely and expertly. At first I lay still, letting her move on her own. I stroked her back and soft bottom but held still as she slid up and down and then pressed herself onto me. I feasted on the beauty of her skin, glowing in the candlelight. Her eyes sparkled. After a bit, she lifted up a little and leaned forward as if to offer me her breasts. I eagerly complied, sucking a hard nipple into my lips and biting gently. Suddenly, she picked up the pace and began sliding up and down my shaft with great urgency and speed. I came in seconds and thrust up into her as she pressed down, my come flooding her vagina. She hardly slowed and I grabbed both breasts and began sucking and squeezing the lovely pair. Now it was her turn and her face lifted, eyes closed in pleasure. "Oh," she moaned softly, "I'm coming, I'm coming." She pressed down incredibly hard and gripped my hips with her thighs, shuddering with pleasure. In moments the waves passed and she slumped down on my chest as I held her tight to me. My softening cock slipped out after a few minutes and then she rolled to her side next to me. "Oh what you do to me," she whispered in my ear. "No," I corrected her, "what you do to me." "It's us. Together. Great stuff. Uh huh." "Oh yeah," I agreed. We curled up together under the comforter, whispering quietly, watching the candle shadows dance across the ceiling. 3. Her voice again He had called me at lunchtime the next day. "What are you wearing today?" "Red wool tartan skirt. White blouse." "The pleated one? I love that skirt. It looks so good bouncing along as you walk. Let me guess ... hmmmmm ... stockings and garter belt and white lacy front clasp bra ... no panties." "Not exactly," I replied, "but almost." He knew my penchant for leaving out the underwear and for front close, easy-to-access bras. "Really? You mean you're actually wearing underwear?" See, I told you he expected me bare. "I didn't say that. You're close." In fact, I had on a pair of thigh-high garterless hose. And no panties. And he was dead on about the bra. "You're going to drive me crazy wondering what it is under that skirt. I know I'm right about the bra." "You're pretty confident, mister," I teased. "Can I see you after work? I gots 'ta know..." He was almost panting on the phone and I smiled to myself as I replied. "Oh, I certainly hope so. By the way, what are you wearing?" "A big 'ol grin," he replied. We chatted and made plans and both went back to work. I wondered how much he'd accomplish this afternoon thinking of me. Or was I kidding myself? I was certainly thinking of him. The act of leaving off the panties that morning was due to conscious thought of him and how much he used to enjoy finding me naked under a skirt or going commando under skin tight jeans. At our prearranged time, I scooted away from my desk and headed out to my car, my heavy winter coat wrapped around me. It was icy cold and my nipples were hard and tingly by the time I got into the car. I brushed against them slightly as I pulled the seat belt over my chest. It reminded me how much he enjoyed playing with my nipples, and how hard and erect they could be with his fingers and tongue working their magic. He liked to say they were like a 'stack of dimes,' and I suppose they were pretty large for my c-cup breasts. It was nice that he liked them. He could damn near bring me to orgasm just playing with them ... if I ever gave him the chance. Our lovemaking sessions were so few and far between that any chance I got to stuff his cock in me, THAT was what was going to get me off. Christmas Surprises We met at a little pub near my house and I found him sitting in a rear booth studying the beer list. He stood and helped me with my coat and then hugged me tight, gentle but firm, his nose in my hair. We kissed lightly and I sat to face him across the table. "You smell nice," was the first thing he said. His smile and brilliant blue eyes were filling my vision and I wanted to leap over the table and kiss him and hold him and sit in his lap and hang on. Jeez he made me feel wonderful. I drank wine and he drank beer and we ate appetizers and salads and shared a bowl of soup and before you know it I had come back from the toilet and sat next to him in the booth and we were snuggling and kissing and had I really had three glasses of wine? "We should go," he said, his arm around me, his eyes boring into mine. "I want to find out what's under that skirt," he whispered in my ear, nipping at my earlobe. I pulled his face to mine and kissed up his jaw to his ear and whispered back, "You know what's under there. The only variable is how wet ... and hot ... it is" I nibbled at his earlobe, pausing as I let him know how much I wanted him. He paid the tab and we bundled up for a short walk to my house. Neither of us was in any shape to drive. We stumbled into the house in each other's arms and immediately shed our coats and kicked off shoes. He pulled me to him and I melted into him, kissing him with all the passion I could muster. He lifted me and carried me into the den where he seated me on the back of the sofa. "Don't move," he ordered, stepping over to the fireplace and turning on the gas flame. Turning back to me he slid into the soft seat, his head against my thigh. He spread my legs wide, my wool skirt sliding up my thighs, his hands following. Slowly he slid his hands up my hose, my legs tingling with his ultra soft touch. Soon his fingers came to the lacy stretch tops and he stopped at the warm skin above. "Oh my," he breathed softly. I slid down off the back of the couch and sat in his lap to kiss him. I could feel his hardness against my mound as I rested my weight on him. His kisses slowed as his fingers found the buttons on my blouse and he began opening them. Soon my bra was unclasped and his hands cradled my breasts and brought those, once again fully erect, nipples to his mouth. I leaned back and moaned softly as he licked and sucked at my breasts. My hands in his hair, I encouraged him to move from breast to breast. Wanting more, I began to unbutton his shirt and tugged his t-shirt off, tossing both on the floor. Next, I helped him stand and quickly undid his pants and pulled them down his legs with his underwear. He sagged to his knees on the sofa and I ran my hands through the hair on his chest, up and down his thighs and then on his hard butt, pulling him close to me. I could smell his musky scent and pressing his shaft against my cheek, softly nuzzled his hard penis. I love sucking him and greedily licked his length, sliding it between my lips. In moments, I could feel him ready to explode and he pulled away, his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down onto my back. Positioning himself between my spread legs, he placed one hand under each knee and raised my legs, my skirt sliding down to my waist. Between my legs, I could see his beautiful smile and his erection, bobbing up and down, and I wanted him in me. I thought sure he would take me there and then, but he slid farther back on the sofa instead. "I want some dessert now," he said as he kissed up my thigh toward my bush. Oh how I loved his tongue on me. He licked slowly and softly, up and down, sucking gently on my lips, nuzzling my fur, flicking the sensitive button of my clit. He was such an expert at getting me off. I lay back and closed my eyes and my breath came in snatches and I spasmed and shivered as me brought me to a first slow climax. He knew what he was doing and he kept me there with little flicks and licks and then I felt a finger enter me, just a little, just to my g-spot? I don't know, but he does, and when he massages me there while he licks at my clit, I see stars. I could hardly breathe I came so hard and then as I'm coming down from that peak, I feel him move and the head of his penis is at my entrance and he pushes in a little and I feel myself open up to him and he pushes in more and I wrap my legs around him and he slides all the way in and I lock my ankles behind him and thrust my pelvis to meet him in a slow deliberate rhythm. It ends with me in yet another long, slow climax that makes me shudder and wiggle as he thrusts into me and ejaculates his hot come, firmly pressing against me, kissing my neck between his own gasps. We lay together for long minutes until his softened penis slipped out with a 'plop.' And I have to get up to pee. I shed the hose and skirt along the way and come back to the fireplace warmed room naked. He is still lying on the sofa and I sit next to him on the edge. I run my hands along his muscled thighs, his firm furry belly, I caress his balls. Leaning over, I rest my head on his thigh and with one finger, lift his wilted member to my lips. His purple head glistens in the firelight and I again suck him into my mouth. This time his entire soft penis is in my mouth, my tongue swirling around him. I could taste the juices of our sex, the salty tartness was delicious. 4. His voice again Later that week, we again met after work. I drove down the freeway to the town where she worked and called as I pulled into the parking lot. "I'll be right down," she promised, asking me to wait in the car. In a moment she appeared at the door and stepped out into the evening darkness. It was wintertime and there was precious little sunlight this late in the day. She had her hands in the pockets of her big coat and I could tell she was chilly. She walked up to the passenger door and opened it. She quickly tossed her computer bag and purse in the back seat and climbed in. "Oh, you've got the heat on," she exclaimed, shivering. I smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek and lips and neck... "Mmmmmm, that's nice," she purred. "Yes, it is," I agreed, reaching to pull her head closer and kiss her deeper and fuller. "Your car or mine," I asked, "and where to?" "I don't know," she pondered, "how about just a glass of wine for now? And you go ahead and drive, your car is warm." She snuggled down in the passenger seat and I pulled out of the parking lot, heading for someplace with a glass of wine. I knew of a winery that wasn't far away and just might have evening hours, especially at holiday gift buying time. On the way, we made small talk and some flirting suggestive comments about the previous evening's activities, getting both of us a little hot. My attempts at detecting what was under her coat were rebuffed all the way to the winery. I settled for the electric feel of her stockinged calf and knee. We arrived and I was thrilled to see the place was indeed open late. She grabbed her computer bag as we got out and I offered to put it in the trunk with mine. I understood she didn't want to leave it in sight, but didn't think she needed to carry it inside. "Well, OK," she said. "But I think I'll need to get a couple of things out of it before we go inside." I popped the trunk and she met me at the back of the car. She plopped the bag inside and started to walk away. "Didn't you want to take something inside with you?" I asked. "Yeah," she replied, "but I don't want to go in just yet. Let's take a look around out here. This garden looks really pretty." The winery did indeed have beautifully landscaped grounds. I could imagine her wandering out here in the Summer, but not tonight when the temperature was in the forties. I took her hand and we strolled through the arbors and rows, bare vines were all that remained on the rails now. The evergreens were full though and around back of a large Cedar, she pulled close and kissed me greedily. After a moment, she pushed away slightly and then started unbuttoning my overcoat. "What's up?" I asked. Smiling, she laughed softly. "I've got something for you." "In MY coat?" "Noooooo," she hesitated, "but I'll need to get inside when I show you." Then she stepped back and started unbuttoning her own long overcoat. Underneath she wore only white lace. A bra, expertly lifting and showing off her beautiful breasts, a tiny panty and a garter belt holding up her stockings. Oh my goodness she was pretty. Giggling, she threw my coat open and dove forward to hug me tight. "Cold!" she exclaimed. "No," I corrected her, "you're hot." I reached down and caressed her bare buns. It was a tiny white lacy thong panty. I nuzzled in her neck and let my fingers roam all over that bare skin. There were some goose bumps on her legs and I noticed a pair of massive THOs (an abbreviation she used for 'titty-hard-ons"). I leaned forward and bit gently at those marvelous nipples right through the lace of her bra. Soon her breathing was ragged and I knew she was getting uncomfortable from the cold. I hugged her tight, pulling our coats around her. "C'mon," she pleaded, "I'm freezing, we gotta get inside." Pulling her coat together she buttoned up quickly and pulled me by the hand down the path back to the car. "So you've got a dress in that bag?" I asked, opening the trunk for her. "Yup," she smiled. "I took it off in the ladies room as I left work. I thought you might like to see the latest things I got from Vickie's." "Ah, yes," I replied, "they're very nice. You look terrific in them." As we got her dress out of her bag and I slipped it under my still-opened coat, I added: "And I'll bet you'll look fabulous out of them too." "Oh you do, do you? Do you intend to find out?" "I sure hope so..." My comment trailed off as we entered the winery. I quietly slipped her dress out from under my coat and she headed to the ladies room. I went to the bar and ordered some appetizers and requested a couple of tasters for us to try. When she returned, we stood together and smiled, sipping our wine and talking with the steward. We agreed on a bottle to drink and headed to a small, dimly lit table in the back among the old casks. It appeared that we were the only customers in this part of the room, only a few others were clustered around the bar. I hung our coats and when I returned to my seat, her white panties were draped over the bottle of wine on the small table. "My," I said simply, taking them in my hands and feeling their softness. I put them to my nose and inhaled deeply. "You're very aroused, aren't you?" "Very," she whispered, sipping her wine. "Wet," she added, licking her lips seductively. Her chair was in front of the end of a huge wine cask, perhaps six feet in diameter. The soft light from the lamp above caused the wood to glow golden behind her dark hair. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled. From my seat, I leaned slightly to look back towards the front of the winery and see the few customers and the steward behind the bar, she however, was hidden from their view. "Yes, wet," I agreed, inhaling again the aroma of her sex. I pocketed the panties and slid my chair towards hers. Leaning forward, I put my hands on her waist and scooted her to the edge of her chair, slipping a knee between hers. Leaning towards her, I pulled her head forward and as her lips met mine, I kissed her passionately. Slowly, with little resistance, I spread her knees with my leg. Her dress rose up, exposing a significant amount of thigh, right to her garters at the tops of her stockings. I ran my fingers through her hair and nibbled at the base of her neck. "It's really nice tasting this delicious wine," I whispered in her ear, "and it's even better tasting it on your lips. But what I really want to taste right now is right ... down ... there ... between ... your ... legs." At each pause, I slipped my fingers up the inside of her thigh a little further. I caressed the skin above her stockings and my fingers made just the faintest brush against her fur. When we heard the steward coming through the cellar with our appetizers we separated quickly and composed ourselves. "A fruit and cheese plate and some assorted bread with roasted vegetables," he announced as he placed the small platters on our little table. I was glad I'd put the panties away. "Can I get you anything else?" "We're fine, thanks," I replied. "Well, you guys are all alone back here, give a shout if you need anything," the steward said as he departed. "We're all alone back here," I repeated, feigning astonishment. "How nice," she replied, smiling coyly. I stood and moved to her chair and she stood as I approached. I took her hand and led her a step back, against the cask. Kissing her feverishly, our bodies pressed together and my arousal was readily apparent to her. "My, someone else besides me seems a bit aroused," she purred in my ear. "You've been nothing but a tease since I picked you up tonight," I said, "why wouldn't I be hot for you?" I spun her chair around and sat down in front of her, my hands on the backs of her knees. She relaxed with her back against the huge wooden arc of the cask. Slowly, I ran my fingers up the back of her calves and thighs, higher and higher until I touched skin at the tops of her stockings. Over and over, I traced the satiny straps of her garters up her hips and smoothed my palms down the soft skin of her behind. Finally, I lifted one leg and slipped her shoe off. I placed her foot on my knee and slowly pushed the hem of her dress higher and higher. As I exposed the soft skin above her stockings, I kissed lightly, my lips and tongue going slowly higher and higher. Soon, my cheek was nuzzling against her bush, my tongue darting deep between her legs. I licked at the pouting, moist pink lips, parting them and probing for her clit. I could feel her quiver as I dragged my tongue along her slit and flicked at the sensitive nub. I caressed her thighs and ass as I continued with my lips and tongue, licking and sucking away. Before long, her hands in my hair were pulling me away, telling me she had had enough ... for now. "Oh, stop, stop, stop," she gasped, her voice quiet but urgent. I complied and she again put both feet on the floor. I let her dress fall back down as she put her shoe back on and then I tugged at her hips to sit her on my lap. She again could feel the hardness in my pants as we kissed. "My, are you OK in there?" "It's a little tight," I agreed, "but I'll be all right until we can get him a little exercise." We returned to our respective chairs and enjoyed some food and more wine. Eventually, she decided it was time to tease some more and she slipped a shoe off and began running her stockinged toe up and down my leg. Then she moved up the inside of my thigh to press at my confined cock. "You are SO hard," she whispered, leaning forward across the table. "All for you," I whispered back. "Anyone coming?" she asked. I peeked across the room. "Nope," I replied. "Then if it's 'all for me,' I want some now." She took my hand and pulled me out of my chair and backed me up to the cask this time. She turned her chair to face me and swiftly and expertly had my zipper down and my rock hard cock out in seconds. Reaching in my trousers, she carefully lifted my balls out as well. She squeezed the hairy sack gently as her other hand slowly slid up and down my erection. Smiling up at me, she began to tilt her head down towards my straining penis but then changed her mind. She reached back to the table behind her and dipped two fingers into her glass of wine. Turning back to me, she dripped the wine over the head of my penis and rubbed her fingers around the tip. The droplets glistened on the purple head. With incredibly light touches of her tongue, she licked the wine off my cock head. Gripping the base of my cock firmly in her hands, she then slipped the entire head into her mouth. Gently, her lips closed around the stiff shaft and she sucked its length into her mouth, her cheeks pressed the sides, her tongue massaged the sensitive underside. With so much build up going on before hand, I was coming in seconds. As I exploded inside her mouth, she just calmly continued sucking up and down my cock, swallowing my semen and milking the last drops with her lips and fingers. Soon it was too much and began to tickle! I gently pulled her head away and told her it was too sensitive to go on. "Oh, poor baby, and I wanted more," she pouted. "Oh, you can have plenty more later on," I promised, hopefully. She took a napkin and carefully wiped my softening penis clean, then slipped me back into my pants and zipped up. I pulled her up and held her tight, kissing her full on the mouth, the taste of she and I and the wine and everything all mixed up in our mouths. It was wonderful. An hour or so later, we had taken the remains of our bottle of wine and gone back to her car at her work. As I pulled up next to her little blue coupe, she asked what was next. I told her I had no plans but was wondering if she was ready for the 'more' she had hinted at earlier. "Mmmmmm, right," she said, smiling. "Care to follow me?" "Sure, I'd like that," I answered. After a short drive, we arrived at her house and I hung coats and rounded up wine glasses while she got a fire started in the den. As I returned with the glasses she met me with arms out and we held each other tight. She had put on a CD or found a radio station with some nice Christmas oldies and we danced slowly to a voice I didn't recognize singing about Christmas white and holiday lights and whatever. Fortunately, we had kicked our shoes off at the door so my stumbling over her toes wasn't too painful. Holding her close, her head rested on my chest as we gently swayed. As my hand gently roamed over her back and behind, I again thrilled at the feel of the thin strap of her garter, knowing there was only the thin fabric of her dress between my hand and her bare skin. As the song ended, she stepped back a bit and began unbuttoning my shirt, slipping it off my shoulders and then tugging the t-shirt beneath up and off as well. Then, kneeling in front of me, she opened my trousers and slipped them and my boxers down and off my legs. My socks followed and then putting her hands behind my thighs, she pulled me to her and kissed me on my hip and down into the hair at the base of my throbbing cock. My hardness rested against her cheek as she rubbed against it, humming slightly. Shortly, she stood and I turned her around by her shoulders. I unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Then, I unclasped the each garter and unsnapped the belt, letting it drop off her hips. Last, I undid her bra and helped it down off her shoulders and arms. She stepped away from me then and began gathering blankets, throws and pillows. I watched her in the glow of the fireplace, her skin glowing, soft and golden. Her breasts swayed gently as she reached and leaned and I gazed at the beautiful curves of her body. We made up a little nest in front of the fire and lay down together. We lay on our sides at first, watching the fire. I nibbled at the base of her neck as she pushed her soft bottom into my erection. I reached around in front of her and grasped a breast, tweaking her hard nipple a bit. Long minutes passed as we lay together, touching and kissing lightly. Eventually, we had turned to face each other, kissing fully and hungrily as we pleasured each other. Her hand stroked my cock and balls ever so gently, just as my fingers slipped slowly in and out of the wetness between her legs. Putting her arms around my neck she rolled onto her back and whispered to me softly. "Make love to me please?" "Yes, of course," I replied, rolling on top of her and kneeling between her widespread legs. I slipped my penis into her and thrilled at the sensation of the warmth and wetness. She gripped me incredibly tight with her pussy, compounding the pleasure. We slowly rocked together for what seemed like hours, enjoying the sensations. I leaned down and began sucking hungrily at her breasts, tugging on the hard nipples with my lips. She alternately arched her back to push her breast further into my mouth and then would thrust her hips towards me, meeting my cock plunging into her. Eventually her body began shuddering in orgasm, her breathing ragged and strained. She grasped my ass with her fingers and tugged me into her, the pleasure coursing through her. Christmas Surprises "Mmmmmmm," she whispered, holding me close and kissing at my neck and ear, "that was so nice." I murmured back noises of assent and raised up on my elbows to gaze down on her. As we lay still, she realized that there was still a full sized cock buried inside her. "Hey," she said, squeezing me with her pussy, "you're still hard." "Oh yeah," I replied, "I still haven't got enough of you." "Well, if you've got any left, I know how you like to finish up." She smiled up at me, pushing me up to my knees, and then she sat up and rolled to her hands and knees in front of me. She arched her back up pointing her lovely ass towards me and invited me back inside. I arranged myself behind her, my cock at full erection bobbing in front of me. Slick and wet from her juices, I slipped it easily between her soft cheeks and squeezed them together against my erection. Pointing my cock downward, I rubbed up and down through the fur, slipping between her swollen lips but not entering her ... yet. I could feel the hard nub of her clit on the rim of my cock. She twitched and squirmed as I moved. Her head was down on the pillows and her back was lit by the firelight, her skin glowed. Her slender waist beckoned and I ran my hands down her hips and clenched her tiny middle. "I want you back inside me," she whispered after a moment, turning to smile at me from below. She reached between her legs and directed me inside her, pushing back to meet me. I slipped inside effortlessly but with a tremendous shock of pleasure. She was even tighter (if that could be possible) from behind and the sensations were incredible. I grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me gently, rhythmically, our bodies rocking together. Leaning over her back, I ran my hands down her waist and under to her flat belly, then still further to her swaying breasts beneath. Her nipples were hard and electric in my fingers. Tugging on the sensitive nubs I relaxed into the soft push of her bottom. My cock was ready to explode when her hand again reached back and tugged at my balls, pulling me into her as I thrust forward. Her fingers alternately cradled them gently then grasped the sack and pulled my penis deep into her. I leaned back in exquisite pleasure and came with a flood of pent up semen. We settled down on our sides on the pillows, me still inside her, she leaning back against my chest, facing the fire. An exceptional holidays indeed...