0 comments/ 18206 views/ 1 favorites Snowfalls, And Snowdrops By: Cosmic Knight The day after Thanksgiving, 7am, and here she was, sitting at her dressing table. She was hardly able to believe that she, Sara, was actually getting ready to go to work. So much had happened in her life, in this terrible year of 2003. The loss of her dear husband Harry, in that horrific train crash in January had devastated her. The driver had fallen asleep at the controls, and 56 people had perished as they commuted to work. Her world had collapsed around her; she was so lucky to have her son, Harry Jr. to help her through the trauma. The air force had been very good, giving him compassionate leave, considering the events unfolding in Iraq. Poor Harry had been at the front of the train, and they said he died instantly, as it ploughed into the express, not that that helped Sara much, but at least she knew he didn’t suffer. Those early months of the year were the worst she had ever known, her life empty, and she, almost devoid of feeling. The inquiry was very traumatic, bringing everything back to her, but at least it was now over. The driver would not be a free man for many years, and the compensation, plus Harry’s insurance, had left her very comfortable. The only problem now, was that she was dreading Christmas, she had never in her life been alone at Christmas. Harry Jr. was in Iraq still, a Tomcat pilot, and there was no way he could get leave. Sara had thought about it for a while, and eventually decided to try and get a little job for the holidays, something to occupy her, and help her through. The local toy store had advertised, a person to sell the tickets, for the children to go into Santa’s grotto, starting the day after Thanksgiving. It seemed perfect for her, nothing too taxing, and she would be around children whom she loved. She missed Harry terribly, the friendship, the companionship, and the love, she would still lie in bed at night crying, praying that he would appear, take her in his arms, and make love to her again. She missed his lovemaking more than anything, he knew just how to turn her on, just a word, and she was aroused. The toys that they played with were still in the bedside table, she had looked at them many times since January, but it was so hard. She knew that she had to move on, start to live again, and she hoped, that maybe, just maybe, this was her opportunity. At 8am, Sara was sitting in the human resources office at the store, with a man of approximately her own age, 45, and two younger ladies, girls really, students she guessed. The head of the department was explaining the protocol and procedures, and passing them handouts, all part of the induction process. The introductions were made, the man being called Dave, was to be Santa, for the next four weeks almost. The two young girls, Anna, and Nikki, were to be his elves. The first day passed so quickly for Sara, it was very busy, and she hardly had a moment to herself, apart from her lunch break, when she sat alone in the cafeteria, Sara was exhausted by the time the store closed at 6, but she felt good. So many happy smiling children had spoken to her that day, she felt that she achieved something, and that this was just the start. As the holiday season progressed, and the first days of December passed by, the four of them got into a routine, and, they were a good team, knitting together well. Working from 9 till 5, with an hour for lunch at 1 each day. They started sitting together at lunch on a regular basis, and Sara liked the two young girls. Yes they were a little brash and loud at times, but then, so had she been at that age. What did surprise her though, was there openness about sex, they would discuss it so frankly, and how she wished her youth had been like that. And sometimes, even though her and Harry had shared an open and varied sex life, they surprised her. Dave said very little at first, he seemed a shy man, slightly withdrawn, but gradually, he too began to open up. He was recently divorced, and because of that had become unemployed, due to the fact the business he and his wife had run, had been sold. He said he had taken this job, just to pass the time, and get him through Christmas, until the New Year. Sara told him she could understand that, there being certain parallels with her own situation. In the privacy of her own home in the evenings, she realised what a nice man Dave really was, she began to wonder about him, but quickly dismissed the thoughts, he would not be interested in her. On the Saturday two weeks before Christmas, Dave did not join them for lunch, saying he had some shopping to do. Anna and Nikki were their usual bright bouncy selves, in the green elves uniforms, laughing and joking. They had no idea how just being with them, was so infectious for Sara, how they lifted her spirits, even if they did treat her like a surrogate Mom at times. Always asking for advice, about boyfriends, and gifts for their families. Sara did not mind at all, if anything it made her feel wanted, something that had been sadly missing from her life recently. The girls had been whispering as Sara ate her lunch, which they did occasionally, but on this day, they pulled Sara into the conversation. Anna asking Sara’s opinion on swallowing, when she was giving her boyfriend a blowjob. Telling her that she was unsure, afraid of gagging and being sick, or catching something. Sara smiled to herself, remembering the taste of Harry, when he came in her mouth, or on her tits, watching as she rubbed it in, and then licked her fingers. She explained quietly to them both, how wonderful it was to swallow your man’s cum, what a gift it was to him. Telling them the joy of feeling it slipping down her throat, the taste of him, the delicious salty flavours. They stared at her in shock, when she told them about pineapples, unable to believe, that if he ate one during the day, he would later taste of it. They set off in a fit off giggles, laughing about ordering a dozen pineapples for Christmas. Sara smiled at them, and assured them it was true, she knew from personal experience. From then on, Sara became their personal sexual counsellor almost, every day; they would come to her in her ticket office, whispering questions to her. Dave meanwhile was the complete opposite, he was great with the children, when doing his Santa act, but very reserved in conversation. Sara, who was coming out of her shell now, thanks to Anna and Nikki, decided, that at the right moment, she would try to help him if possible. The opportunity came a few days later, when the girls went out for lunch, and he and Sara shared their table alone. Surprising even herself, she just came straight out with it, asking if something was bothering him, as he seemed quite low. At first he didn’t want to talk about it, telling her he was fine, just a little under the weather, but Sara knew better. Letting him know, that if there ever was something wrong, she was a good listener, and it always helped to get things off your chest. Slowly but surely he opened up to her, admitting that he was low, and quite unhappy in fact. The reason being his ex wife was getting married in a few days, to the man she had run off with, Dave’s best friend. Sara was at first a little taken aback, but soon recovered her composure, letting him now he was not alone, and if he needed to talk, or a shoulder, she would be there. She too was alone, she reminded him, and knew exactly how difficult it was, but, she, and he, had to move on, and not live in the past. He smiled, agreeing, telling her that he knew this was so, but it was hard, very hard. Sara gave him her phone number, telling him softly, that if it got real bad, he could always call her, and they could talk it through. By the time the two girls returned, he was smiling, if only a little, but he was smiling. The afternoon passed fairly quickly, many children smiling happily as they passed through the grotto, much to Sara’s delight. Then as they were leaving for the day, Dave stopped her just inside the door, and hugged her, whispering as he did so, thanking her for what she had said to him. Then, just as quickly, he was gone, off into the dark December night. That evening Sara sat in her chair after dinner, quietly contemplating her new life, as she now called it. Realising that the two short weeks of working at the store had already changed her. Meeting so many new people during the day, interacting with them. The children, parents, and grandparents too, it gave her such a warm feeling, the holidays always seemed to bring out the best in people. Then there was Anna and Nikki, who she supposed, had stunned her really, with their open sexuality, admitting that they slept together occasionally, and both being bi-sexual. They were even thinking of inviting a boyfriend to join them one night; and truthfully, she hoped they would, as long as they told her all about it afterwards. They had been responsible also, for a small resurgence in her sexual feelings, twice in the past week; she had sat on the bed, and opened “their” drawer, looking at the toys. But she could not bring herself to use them, there were so many memories there, even thinking about them made the tears well up. And that left Dave, Sara felt sad for him, knowing in a way what he was going through, and wishing that she could help him. Ease the pain, and lift his spirit again, the poor guy was so down. She looked at the clock, just before 9, far too early for bed, that the left the TV, and the inane meanderings of what passed for entertainment now. She rose from the chair, crossing to the TV, when the phone rang. Turning away from the TV, she picked up the phone, wondering, and hoping that it was her son, then realising it could not be, due to the distance and time difference. Before she could even say hello, Dave spoke to her, apologising for ringing, but obviously in a highly charged state, and very emotional. He told her that he had just had a call from his ex-wife, taunting him, telling him how good in bed this new man was, and that he was a failure. Sara knew instinctively that he had been crying, and probably still was, and tried to think quickly on what to say to him. She told Dave that his wife did not really mean it; she was just being spiteful, trying to hurt him for her own pleasure. Suggesting to him, that he put the phone down if she called again, or asked the phone company to block her from calling him. Gradually he calmed down, even if he did pour his heart out to Sara, telling her he found it easier to talk on the phone, not as embarrassing to admit he was a failure. Sara stopped him, telling him he was not a failure, bur a fine upstanding handsome man, and he was to stop thinking otherwise. He needed to think instead about the future, his future, get a game plan, and stick to it. Forget his wife, her spite, and her unfaithfulness. Eventually he agreed in a way, saying that he knew she was right, and asking if she minded talking again sometime, when he was a little less upset. Sara told him they could talk anytime he desired, all he had to do was ask. She never did watch the TV that night, instead sitting in her chair, wondering, not just about Dave and his future, but her own as well. In two weeks it would be Christmas Eve, and at 4pm on that day, the job ended. What then she thought, what then? Sara awoke with a start, at 6am the next morning, it was dark, she felt cold, and turned on the bedside light. As she looked, she realised, the quilt was not covering her, and it was on the floor. Not only that, her nightie was gathered around her waist. She was confused a little, until it slowly came back to her. The dream. For some inexplicable reason, she had been in the store, late at night, long after closing time. Wearing only a loose tee shirt, which she was trying to pull down, to cover her nakedness, The lights were on in Santa’s Grotto, not the normal subdued coloured ones, but almost full daylight it seemed as she approached. She stepped inside, and the first thing she saw was Anna and Nikki, going 69 with each other on the floor. Then she heard Dave call her name, and looked up, to see that he was sitting in Santa’s sleigh, wearing all the costume, and waving to her. She waved back, still trying to stretch her T-shirt to cover her sex, and watched in disbelief, as Dave opened his coat. He was naked underneath, and holding his cock, smiling at her. She could not stop herself from looking at it; it had been so long since she had seen one in the flesh so to speak. He was bigger than Harry, maybe 7 inches to Harry’s five and a half, and thicker too. She suddenly wanted him, and went to move towards him, but she couldn’t, her feet seemed locked in place. Then everything changed, the two girls were in the sleigh with him, kneeling either side of his legs. They now had their elf uniforms on, and were licking his cock and balls, as they looked at her smiling. They told her that they were going to suck his cock to make him cum, and then let him fuck them both, any way that he wanted. Sara stood there, still trying to cover her pussy, as she watched them. Sucking him, rubbing his hard shaft up and down, faster and faster, as he lay there, moaning. Dave’s eyes closed, as his body tensed, and he came with a roar, a growl so loud it shook the room. His cum spurted from his cock, a jet so strong, it crossed the room, screaming towards her, as she stood 12 feet away. She felt it hit her, hot and sticky, onto her hand, and her bush, she tried to wipe her hand on her T-shirt, and that was the moment that she had woken. She could still feel his cum on her, even though she knew it was a dream, and moved her hand to her bush, to wipe it off. It was dry, she moved it a little lower, then gasped at how wet she was, and her pussy was soaked. This had not happened since Harry died, she could not believe it, and touched herself again. It felt so nice; she kept her hand there, her left hand automatically going to her breast, and the nipple, now hard and erect. She could not stop herself, and slowly inserted a finger, moaning out loudly at the delicious pleasure. She probed deeper, then searched around, to touch her G spot. The moment she felt the spongy flesh, she came, crying out at the unexpected pleasure, her head rocking, as she flooded her pussy. She lay there for ten minutes, still unable to grasp what had happened, trying to take control of her emotions, to understand the meaning of it all. She gathered all her thoughts, trying to be rational, to get something from this event. Was her body, her mind, telling her something? Was this a defining moment in her life? She thought about it long and hard, before deciding that Yes, it was time, and from now on, the world would see a new Sara Minton. She took a shower, ad her thoughts kept spiralling through her mind, as she held the showerhead to wash her pussy, the jets cascading onto her curly tight bush, she made the first decision. To shave, Harry had loved to lick and kiss her smooth Mons, but since his death, she had let it grow again. Never feeling the need or desire to shave. But then, that morning in December, her new life was to begin. She sat a little later, at her dressing table, with a mirror to hand, and carefully removed every trace of her pubic hair. Stroking herself afterwards, delighting in the smooth silky feel, that she remembered so well. She also felt a little sad, a tear beginning to well up inside, but she checked herself, knowing that it was time to move forward, not reflect. She looked again in her “toy” drawer, redundant for many months and months now. Seeing the large vibrator, the thin white plastic one, and the cuffs. She knew that she could never use them again, for they contained so many memories. Sighing softly, she wrapped them, and placed them in the back of her closet. She took out the silk underwear, that she had purchased from Victoria’s Secret, after the funeral, but never had the courage to wear. It was so soft against her face, as she held it to her cheek, smiling in pleasure. That was the second phase of Sara’s rehabilitation, after her shave. Driving into work that morning, Sara felt good, indeed, she felt better than she had in almost a year, not quite understanding why, but happy that she did. Driving into the car park, Sara saw Dave, standing by the rear entrance, and wondered if he was waiting for someone. Locking the car, she turned to walk to the store, and was surprised to see him, striding purposefully toward her. When he reached her, he was full of apology, about disturbing her evening, and pouring his troubles out over the phone. Sara would hear none of it; taking his hand in hers she told him they were friends, not just workmates. He could call anytime, and that a problem shared, was a problem eased. He smiled, thanking her, and say that he would never forget her kindness. They entered the store together, each then going to their respective changing rooms. Nikki was already changed, and sat on a chair, reading something when Sara entered, and they exchanged the usual polite greetings. The door opened, and Anna came bounding in, full of the joys of spring it seemed. She could not wait to speak to Nikki, telling her that “It” had arrived, and that ”It “ was awesome. Sara watched, a smile upon her face, thinking how wonderful it was to be so young and carefree. The two girls sat there for a while, giggling over whatever it was that Nikki was reading, as they waited to start work. The morning passed uneventfully, the usual crowds of happy excited children, and leg weary mothers. Yet Sara had a smile on her face, the whole time, nothing would faze her today, she just knew it, and felt so alive. Dave only stopped with them for a few minutes at lunchtime, saying he had some shopping to do, and left as soon as he had finished eating. Once that he had gone, Nikki pulled the same thing she had been reading earlier, from her bag She was giggling again, and wondering out loud if she should buy a rabbit also. Anna laughed, and offered to take it round to Nikki`s apartment that evening. Sara made a comment about how nice it was to have a pet, and the two girls nearly fell from their seats laughing, as she looked on, totally bemused. Anna passed Sara the brochure, her finger pointing to the words “Jack Rabbit.” It only took a second or two for Sara to realise just what kind of rabbit this was, a vibrator, a sex toy, she blushed and handed the brochure quickly back to Anna. Before going to the ladies room, slightly embarrassed at her feelings, and sitting alone in there. Anna joined her, and apologised for offending her, kissing her cheek and hugging her. She could see the tears that had recently run across Sara’s cheek. Sara, smiled at Anna, and explained that it was not her fault, telling her that it was only a few hours earlier, that she had stored away the toys from her marriage. Seeing the brochure had got to her, rekindled old memories, of happier times. They hugged again, then Anna left her again, but not before suggesting to Sara, that maybe it was time for some new toys, for her benefit and enjoyment, as just everyone used them now. Sara had to admit to herself, Anna had a point, and this was the first day of her new life, so why not. She would ask if she could borrow the brochure, improve her education a little, and maybe, just maybe purchase something. When she started work again, Dave was already in his place in the grotto, and she did not see him all afternoon, it was so busy, now that school had finished for the holidays. Anna popped in to see how she was, and seemed delighted when Sara asked if she could borrow the brochure, smiling broadly she agreed without hesitation. Mentioning that if Sara needed advice about any of the products, she only had to ask. The afternoon passed quickly, Sara smiling at all the children, and feeling very pleased with her self, it was going well. Anna passed her the brochure, winking at her, as they changed from their uniforms in the locker room. Sara quickly placing it at the bottom of her bag, in case anyone saw it, and then feeling foolish for bring so prudish, she placed it on the top. Saying goodnight to Anna and Nikki, she headed for the exit, where she found Dave, waiting for her again, wondering, was this becoming a habit of his. Snowfalls, And Snowdrops She could see that he had one hand behind his back as she approached, and there was a strange look upon his face. He stepped in front of her, and suddenly placed a bunch of 6 roses in her hands, thanked her for her help, and disappeared into the darkness. She stared after him, thinking to herself how kind that was, to buy flowers, but realising that he was at heart a shy man. Nice, very nice, but inherently shy. Driving home, she listened to some country music, just playing quietly in the background, as her thoughts meandered around her new life. After she had eaten, Sara settled down to look at the catalogue that she had borrowed from Anna, she was truly amazed at the products now on offer, for men as well as women too. Reading through the various categories, she soon realised what she was missing, and could feel the arousal building, as she closed her eyes, trying to visualise the toys, and using them. She leaned back on the couch, her mind in a whirl, so many to choose from. Vibrating eggs, G spot vibes, hard ones, jelly ones, of all different sizes, it was no wonder that she could feel her nipples hardening, and that familiar ache down below. Sara composed herself, and opened the catalogue again, turning the page; she stopped in her tracks, eyes opening wide, as she saw the picture. Top selling vibrator of the year it said, with a couple of testimonies underneath the photograph. “Definitely the best toy I have ever used, I buy batteries by the dozen now” It was the rabbit that Anna and Nikki had been talking about. That was enough for Sara; she knew that she must have one, one of these strange sounding vibrators, the Rabbit Pearl it was called. Looking closer, and reading, she saw it was a jelly one, with two ears for clitoral stimulation, and the shaft rotated as well, and it did indeed resemble a rabbit’s head. Sara checked the ordering process, and discovered she could order by phone, right up until 10pm, she smiled to herself; it was 9.30, as she picked up the phone. . She ordered a pink one, her favourite color, and paid an extra $10 for next day delivery, in a plain container, to the store where she worked. She wondered what Dave would think of her if he knew, would he be disgusted, or maybe even a little amused. Thinking of him reminded her of the dream again, and seeing Anna and Nikki sucking his cock. She moaned softly, remembering the delicious sensations of sucking a man. Looking into his eyes, as her tongue played up and down his shaft, and she fondled his balls. Her hand parting her robe, as slipping down to her sex, as she slowly rubbed her clit. She closed her eyes, seeing Dave naked, watching as he knelt before her, licking his lips as his hand reached out to cover hers. Her thoughts were on a roller coaster ride now; she could not stop them, pushing a finger into her pussy, but feeling that it was his. Feeling him stroking inside her, caressing her G spot, as he started to lick her clit. It was too much, and she cried out, calling his name, as she exploded again in an orgasm of amazing pleasure, leaving her drained, as the aftershocks slowly faded. She tried to compose herself, but all that she could think of was Dave, Licking her sex, eating her, and then fucking her. She knew it was just a dream, not real, but, it could be, it just could be. Sara went to the bathroom, to clean herself up, before retiring for the night, falling into a deep sleep, with a smile of contentment upon her face. Thursday December 18, a day that Sara would never forget, dawned bright and sunny, even though it was frosty. As soon as she arrived at the store, Sara returned the catalogue to Anna, telling her that she had found it interesting, but not that she had ordered anything. The package arrived about 11.30, and Sara secreted it under her counter, waiting until the lunch break, when she went out to her car, and locked it away, unopened in the trunk. Having decided that she would open it that evening, after preparing herself for the promised pleasures. Returning to the table they all sat at, she heard them discussing the fact that Christmas was now only a week away. Saying what their plans were for Christmas Eve, when the store closed at 4pm. Anna and Nikki were both going to spend Christmas with their respective families, and Dave was driving to his brothers for Christmas, 150 miles away. Anna asked Sara her plans, wondering if she too was staying with family. Sara could not help herself, and burst into tears, trying to tell them that were her first Christmas ever, when she would be alone. The two girls hugged her, trying to comfort her, saying they would both call her on Christmas morning. That just made her cry even more, and then Dave took hold of her hand, smiling softly at her. He suggested that maybe the four of them could go out to dinner one evening, after the store closed, his treat. Anna and Nikki both squealed in delight, and even Sara managed to raise a small smile. At least she would have some kind of celebration, a memory to store away for the future. The date was set for Saturday; they would all meet in a bar downtown at 8, and go on for dinner at 9. Dave made the reservation on his cell phone as they sat there. Sara went to the bathroom, to compose herself, and inwardly thanked Dave for what he had just done, this was what she needed, to get out socially, even if it was just for one night. As she left the store for the night, she bumped into Dave, and he walked her to her car, talking about Saturday evening, and telling her what fun he hoped it might be. As they reached her car, and she turned towards him to say goodnight, he surprised her again, taking Sara in his arms and hugging her. She heard him whispering softly, telling her it would be all right, she just had to wait and see. Then again, as the previous evening, he was gone in a flash, she stood there, shaking a little, realising even more now what a nice, tender and loving man he was. She drove home in a strange state of mind, still upset a little about being alone for the holiday, embarrassed at her tears, yet pleased at the evening out that was now planned, and the attachment that she could feel growing between her and Dave. And of course, she had yet to meet her new friend, the one now resting in the trunk of her car. She didn’t rush when she got home, preparing her diner, and eating it in front on of the TV, before clearing everything away, and taking her shower. Sara’s pubic hair had started to grow again, so she shaved herself, tenderly stroking the smooth skin, as she stood there, the water cascading down her body, her arousal surprising even herself, the anticipation of her new toy, exciting her, making her whole body tingle. After drying herself, she sat at her dressing table, putting her hair up, and applying her make up. She wanted to feel special, wanted this evening to be special, a milestone in her life. She did not rush at all, just took her time, letting tension and sexual expectation build deep inside of her. At last she was ready, wearing a pink robe only that barely covered her sex, she opened the package, and sat down on her bed to inspect it, making sure she had some batteries handy. She picked up the package, and started to open it, but was disturbed by the bedside phone ringing, she answered it, a little absent-mindedly, until she realised it was Dave, checking that she was OK. Dave again told her how pleased he was about the coming evening for the four of them, and admitted that he had wanted to ask Sara out alone, but had not been sure how she would respond, it had been so long since he had a date of any kind. Sara smiled to herself, thinking again what a lovely man he was, and, continuing her knew lifestyle, suggested to Dave, that she take him to dinner, the night before Christmas Eve. She could almost see him smiling as he agreed, his voice filled with pleasure, or so it seemed to her. After she put the phone down, she just sat there, thinking about him, and his voice. The tones and inflections that he used, and there was no doubt in her mind, that if he ever got her alone, he would have her naked and begging in minutes. And that was just what she wanted, to lie there naked, as explored her with his mouth and fingers. To feel his cock filling her mouth, to suck on his balls, take his cock deep inside her. She wanted fucking, hard, needed it desperately she realised. As her thoughts became more and more sexually orientated, her had went to her pussy, a finger slipping inside, working its way in and out. All she could think of was Dave’s hard fat cock, pounding away at her, filling her cunt hole. Exploding inside her, filling her with his cream, and that was when she came hard, crying out his name in ecstasy, lying flat on the bed as her head thrashed from side to side. It felt wonderful, and she lay there, basking in her post orgasm glow, just thinking of him, and how it might be. She remembered the package, and chuckled quietly, she had sort of beaten it to the punch, but it was here, and needed testing at the very least. Sara opened her mail, and lifted the rabbit free; it felt strange in her hand, yet comfortable and familiar also. She loved the texture, and the two little ears. Inserting the batteries, she turned it on, watching the ears as they moved, then spinning the shaft, seeing the beads whirling round, as she felt herself becoming even wetter. She turned it off, and opened her robe, exposing her naked wanting flesh to the soft lights of her room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slowly lowered it towards her sex, a little unsure as to how it would feel, yet brimming with anticipation. She placed the ears either side of her clit, and gasped as the vibrations hit her, it felt delicious, she was panting almost straight away, unable to believe the erotic sensations that she was feeling. Sara decided to insert it slowly, just gently easing it inside her pussy, the jelly texture felt amazing, she loved it, and started the rotation, just letting it spin slowly inside her, feeling the waves of pleasure running over her, and then, the final pleasure, Sara turned on the vibration, the ring of beads in the centre of the shaft, started rubbing her G spot. She screamed out in pleasure, as orgasm hit her, wave after wave as the rabbit worked away. It was amazing for her, and she wished she had bought one many months ago. Eventually, she could take no more, and turned it off, leaving it inside of her, as the aftershocks came, and came again, after a few minutes she slowly pulled it free. She looked at it again, seeing her juices, her nectar glistening on the jelly shaft, and started to lick them. Imagining that it was Dave’s cock, and she was cleaning him after he had fucked her hard, Sara was almost in paradise, sitting there, her eyes now closed, taking as much as she could deep into her throat. That was the moment she christened her new toy, and from then on, it was Dave, not a rabbit, but Dave, the lover she desired, and determined that she would have. Sara was all smiles at work on the Friday, nothing could upset her, not screaming children, or irate parents, her life seemed to be going so well. Even Anna and Nikki commented, asking what had happened, and wondering if she had indeed purchased a new sex toy. Sara just smiled knowingly at them, after that, they would not leave her alone, joking with her, asking how she slept, and even if she slept at all. It was all in good fun, and Sara was happy to go along with it, even Dave was in a good mood as well, all smiles throughout the morning, looking at Sara every chance he had, trying to catch her eye. Lunch was spent discussing the arrangements for the following evening, what the girls would wear, what they would eat, and where they would be going afterwards. Sara and Dave were invited to join them, to go on to a nightclub, but both declined. Nikki started to tease Dave a little, telling him that they had hoped he would join the two of them, for a threesome at Anna’s apartment, the poor man blushed furiously, feeling very foolish. Anna reassured him that they were only joking about the threesome with him, but admitted they did intend to find a man, and give him the night of his life. Sara was a little shocked at the openness of this, but she said nothing, she had her own plans. As they sat side-by-side, Sara and Dave that is, his leg kept brushing hers, and occasionally their hands would touch. Sara loved it, and could not believe how aroused she was becoming, just being close to him like this, her pussy was soaking, and she knew the other Dave was in for a busy evening that night. As the store closed, Dave again accompanied Sara to her car, chatting amiably, standing by the car, he asked if he could call her later, Sara of course agreed immediately. Dave again took her I his arms to hug her, but this time he kissed her also. Very softly, full on the mouth, Sara just wanted to stay there, kissing him, but again, in a flash, he was gone into the darkness. It was about 8.30 when Dave finally rang Sara, the conversation being a little stilted at first, but they soon relaxed in each other’s company. Sara telling Dave about her son in the service, and how proud she was of him, yet fearful for his safety. Dave started to speak about his failed marriage, and the way his ex wife now treated him. Getting at him whenever she could, calling him a failure. Sara guessed he was meaning she said he was a failure sexually, but was unsure how to ask him, she did not want to upset him even more. He brought the subject up himself though, telling her that their sex life had been great, until she met this other man, and became involved with swingers. Sara did her best to comfort him, and managed to steer the conversation to other matters. Inwardly she knew, this man would not be a failure, and the more she got to know him, the more she wanted him to fuck her. Her desires were building daily, every time she saw him, her pussy would dampen, even just talking to him on the phone was arousing her. He had no idea that her hand was between her thighs, stroking herself through her damp and sticky panties. As soon as he said goodnight, and she put the phone down, she went o lay on the bed, softly kissing the head of her new friend, Dave #2. She pulled her panties to one side, and started to lightly rub the head against her clit, sighing at the absolute pleasure this gave her, thing would it feel this good if it was Dave’s cock down there. And knowing that it would feel even better when he was there, She quickly stripped naked, lying back, with one hand caressing her tits, pulling a twisting her nipples, as she slowly slid “Dave” into her pussy, just running on the slowest speed, wanting it to build, to take her to heaven, and a tumultuous orgasm of delight. She had her eyes closed, visualising Dave, seeing him as he fingered her slowly, and pulled on one of her nipples. Turning the speed up, she pushed “Dave” deeper inside, feeling the beads spinning, rubbing against her G spot. She was so ready to cum, but held back, wanting to build the intensity. Pushing in as far as she could, with the ears against her clit, she lay there, in ecstasy, pulling on her nipples, stretching them, the pain feeling wonderful. She was thinking about him, pounding her, driving his hard meaty cock deep into her wanting sex, she could stand no more, and cried out, as the most intense orgasm hit. Waves and waves of pleasure running through her, hips thrusting upwards, her head rocking, as she gripped the bed, crying out again and again. Sara settled into the afterglow, reaching down to turn the rabbit off, saving the batteries. She lay there, eyes closed, in her post orgasm contentment, her mind wandering, thinking of how it would be with Dave, for now she was certain, that soon, they would make love. The first thing that Sara noticed on Saturday, was the difference in Dave, he could not seem to stop smiling, especially at her. She smiled back of course, realising that he was at last coming out of his shell. During the lunch break, the main topic of conversation was again the coming evening, Dave sat next to Sara, and kept touching her hand, his leg was also coming into contact with hers, and he could not stop smiling. As they al returned to work after lunch, Nikki stopped Sara in the ladies room, commenting how nice it was to see her and Dave getting it on. Sara tried to smile, but could only manage a blush, Nikki chuckled quietly, as she left the room. At 5pm, when the grotto closed for the day, they all left quickly, needing to get home and prepare for their evening out. Sara had already decided what she would wear, and left it all ready before leaving for work. It did not take her long to shower, and put her make up on, then the deep red dress that she loved so much, with matching underwear and shoes. To finish it off she wore a set of matching earrings and necklace, in silver, with aquamarine droplets. The cab was on time, and she entered the meeting place at exactly 8pm. Dave was standing just inside the door, obviously awaiting her arrival, and smiled softly, as he lifted her hand to kiss it, telling her how gorgeous she looked, and leading her to a table. They sat there, talking quietly, looking like two star crossed lovers, as Anna told them when she arrived, smiling at them. Nikki arrived soon afterwards, and at ten to nine, the four of them took the short walk to the restaurant. Anna and Nikki holding hands, as Dave and Sara linked arms. Sara felt so comfortable like this, it almost seemed pre-ordained she thought, as she smiled happily. Dave and Sara sat opposite each other in the restaurant, with Nikki and Anna doing the same. Sara kicked her shoes off, wanting to feel comfortable as she enjoyed the evening, and it wasn’t long before she felt Dave’s foot touching hers, playing footsie under the table. The evening flew by, and 11.30 came by in no time at all, Nikki and Anna left then, going on to a club they said, to find a couple of men for the night. They all laughed at this, Dave and Sara wishing them both good luck in their quest. Once they had gone, Dave took Sara’s hands in his across the table, and thanked her for a wonderful evening, commenting how good she was for him, and how he felt alive again. As they stood outside, waiting for Sara’s cab, Dave took her in his arms, and kissed her, not like before, this was a loving kiss, as his lips caressed hers, and she responded, pushing the tip of her tongue between his lips, as they held each other tight. The kiss deepened, as their passion grew, only to be disturbed by the cab driver honking his horn at them. They whispered their goodnights to each other, and Sara climbed into the cab, waving and smiling as the cab drove away. When she arrived home it was almost midnight, and she sat on the couch for a few moments, collecting her thoughts. Then she began crying softly, knowing that in just a few days time, it would be Christmas, the job would be over, and Dave would be many miles away with his brothers family. She didn’t want him to go, wishing instead that he could spend Christmas with her, here in this quiet and lonely house. She tried to compose herself, undressing and removing her makeup in the bathroom, but it was no good. Sara cried herself to sleep that night, knowing she was falling in love, but that it was all so pointless, or so she thought. The next few days seemed to fly by for Sara, as she looked forward to her date with Dave on Tuesday night, yet she could not get rid of the trepidation of their imminent parting on Christmas Eve. She was in turmoil, yet tried to hide it, always keeping a smile on her face. They, Dave and Sara, would talk on the phone each night for an hour, never mentioning the word love, but, at the same time, the conversations became more erotically orientated, as they played with each other verbally. Little hints, innuendos, and double meanings were flying back and forth between them. Just before they stopped speaking on the Monday night, Dave told Sara, that he wanted to make love to her, to spend the night in her arms, in her bed, and inside her. Sara responded, telling him that she too had been dreaming of this, how she wanted him next to her naked skin. Wanted him to explore her, kiss her everywhere, and make love all night long. By the time Dave finally put the phone down, Sara was wet through, her pussy almost aching for him, wishing that she had asked him to come round there and then, and fuck her brains out. Snowfalls, And Snowdrops Sara went to bed, taking the rabbit out of her drawer, and lying there with it humming softly, as she played the head around her hard nipples. Imagining that it was Dave here, playing with them, she pulled on her nipples with one hand, as she gently slid the vibe inside her, leaving it on low speed, she was in no rush this evening. She lay with her eyes closed; the vibrator nestled inside her wet pussy, turning inside her, taking her higher and higher. Through her sosed eyes, she could se him, looking at her, from between her legs. Watching as he licked and sucked on her clit, feeling his fingers caressing her G spot. She could feel the intensity building, as waves of pleasure started to travel through her body. Stronger and stronger they came, until she could take no more, and the release finally came, and she cried out, surprising even herself, as she screamed to Dave that she loved him. Afterwards she lay there, deep in her thoughts, and admitting to herself that she did indeed love him, he had brought daylight into her darkness, and yet, in two days time, he would be gone, maybe forever. Sara removed the rabbit, dropping it to the carpet at the side of the bed, as the tears flowed, wondering if she dare tell him. What would he say? Would he laugh and walk away? Or would he too say he loved her? Tuesday was a long day for Sara, the children coming to see Santa had dropped off dramatically, as the big day drew closer, and she was immersed in her thoughts about Dave. Wanting to be with him, to make love to him. The moment she saw him that morning, she felt the dampness starting in her panties, she ached for him, and spent most of the day squirming in her seat, as her pussy just got wetter and wetter. She could not decide what to do about the coming evening, when she opened the wardrobe that morning; she had seen the corset that she would wear for Harry, on special occasions. Sara even tried it in, and was happy that it still fitted her snugly; it was so erotic to wear. She wondered, what if she wore it this evening, invited Dave into her home after dinner, and showed him what she looked like? Would he be pleased, or would he think she was a slut? Just after lunch it started to snow, although it may have looked nice, it concerned Sara, for she had never liked driving in those conditions. Dave too was concerned, and told her that he would pick her up in the four wheel drive for their date, he didn’t want anything untoward happening to her. Sara was not really surprised, it was a perfect example of this man, and his kindness, and the way he cared. The drive home took a little longer than normal, due to the snow, and Sara had to rush around, to be ready for 8.30, She decided to wear the corset, regardless, either he would like it, and fuck her, as she wanted, or he would leave. At least she would have an answer. At one point she even considered opening the door to him, wearing just the corset and a housecoat, the see through one, but decided that was too obvious, and might even put him off. She wore a tight black dress with the corset, knowing that it accentuated her breasts, when they were pushed up like they were, black stocking and heels finished off her dress for the evening. Dave was exactly on tome, and kissed her on the cheek, before taking her hand, to escort her to the car. She was delighted that he had come for her, as this meant he would bring her back, and she could invite him in for coffee, and, hopefully breakfast also, she thought as she grinned wickedly to herself. The restaurant was quite small, and Italian, which pleased Sara; she had always loved Italy, having been there twice, and found their food to be delicious. They had a table in a secluded corner, and sat holding hands as they waited for the starters to arrive, slowly sipping their drinks, and looking into each other’s eyes. Sara knew now that she loved him, and wanted to be with him, just him, for as long as she could. They had both ordered pasta for their main course, and had just started to eat it, when the lights went down, plunging the restaurant into the dim light of the few candles at the tables. The staff quickly appeared with more candles, spreading them around the room, and lighting them. After a few minutes the Maitre D informed them that there was a power cut in the city, so he had heard on the radio. The power was expected to be off for a couple of hours he told them, and that they were welcome to stay until that time. Dave really had no choice, the road too where Sara loved, were mainly through countryside, with few streetlights, and with the snow and freezing weather it would be just to dangerous in complete darkness. They finished their meal, and were given complimentary desserts by the restaurant, but had to settle for soft drinks instead of coffee. It was cosy though, and they ended up sitting side-by-side, kissing and cuddling as they waited for the power to return. The kisses grew deeper, more passionate, tongues dancing together and hands roaming everywhere. Dave softly caressed Sara’s breast, her hardening nipple almost digging into his palms. Sara placed her hand on his thigh, slowly moving it higher, until she felt the firmness of his hard cock against her fingers. She grasped it through his pants, stroking it slowly, as Dave moaned into her mouth. Wanting more, she deftly pulled down the zipper on his pants, and slipped her hand inside, and into his boxers, the heat from his cock astonishing her, as she rubbed her thumb over his slit, feeling the precum oozing out. Breaking from the kiss, she looked at him, and then at the two candles on the table, realising the message that she was sending, Dave quickly snuffed them out, and darkness filled their private world. Using both hands, Sara quickly extricated Dave’s cock from his pants, and lowered her head, to kiss the tip, licking it, and tasting him. It was delicious she thought, as the memories came flooding back, she ran her tongue around it, before licking down to the base, and back to the top. Dave was moaning softly, his eyes closed, and his hands on her head. Slowly she spread her lips wide, and covered the head completely, her tongue dancing around him, as she pumped at his twitching cock. She took him deeper, sucking, licking as he squirmed in his seat. Feeling his back arching, she knew he was close, and took all of his hard cock into her mouth. Sara’s nose pressed against his groin, as she sucked with all her might. Dave growled when he started to cum, his balls tightening, as Sara felt his whole body tense up. Then it happened, he shot his load into her throat, and she gagged momentarily at the force of it, before swallowing his gift, delighting I the silky satin cream, as it slid down her throat. She sucked harder, squeezing his swollen balls gently, extracting every drop, and milking him as he moaned. She looked up; smiling in the dim light, then start to lick him, cleaning his cock, taking all she could. He reached out, his fingertip taking a droplet of his cum from the corner of her mouth. Watching her, as he sucked his finger. Sara released him, and they kissed again, oblivious to all around them in their passion. After the kiss, Dave adjusted his pants, just in time too, for the lights suddenly flickered, and then came on. Sara looked at her watch, it was gone midnight, 12.30 even, she had no idea they had been there that long. Dave quickly settled the bill, and they walked gingerly to his car in silence. The journey back to Sara’s was almost in complete quiet, just the odd comment about the roads, and the snow. Dave parked the car outside Sara’s, and reached across for her, kissing her hard, deep and long. She accepted his kiss, giving back what he offered and more. Breaking from the kiss they hugged each other tight, Sara’s mouth next to Dave’s ear, as she told him her desires. How much she wanted him, his mouth, fingers and cock, how she wanted him, them inside her, that he could take her, in any way he desired. The poor man was in turmoil, it was past 1am by then, and he had work that day, and a 150-mile drive through snow in the evening. He promised Sara that it would happen, that he wanted her too, but not that night, he had to rest, for the coming very long day. Sara had to agree with him, although reluctantly, and after one more kiss, she entered her home, not turning to watch as he drove away, she could not let him see her tears. She ran indoors, straight to the bedroom, pulling her dress off. She threw herself on the bed, realising that her Christmas, her personal dreams and hopes, had all just died in a single moment. She lay there, crying in the darkness, the tears burning her face with their acid pain, ands slowly, ever so slowly, she drifted off to sleep. It was just before 7 when Sara awoke, recollections of the previous evening slowly coming back to her. She rose from the bed, and went to the window, peeling back the curtains, to see the snow still there, not too deep, but looking very pretty, and crispy. She showered, tossing the corset into the laundry basket, knowing that today would be hard for her. The last day at the store, and, when they finished, Anna, Nikki, and her love Dave, would all go their separate ways, to be with friends and family. Sara sighed audibly, knowing now that she would be alone for Christmas, maybe just a call from her son overseas if she got lucky. She dressed for work, rather sedately, to match her mood. After breakfast she cleared things away, and tidied up, her last job being to pick up the gifts for her colleagues. They had all agreed on one gift each, nothing too expensive, to be exchanged at the end of the day. She had purchased perfume for Anna and Nikki, and a bottle of Dive’s favourite after-shave for him. She wrapped them carefully, first the perfume, and then she picked up the after-shave, and decided at the last moment, to place a note inside the wrapping for Dave. She sat down, writing it out, hoping against hope, that he would realise how she felt about him. “My dear Dave, By the time you read this, I will be in my home, and you will be preparing for the long drive to your brothers. Please dear Dave, take care, the weather is quite treacherous again today, and I do so worry about you. I want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for the last few weeks, working with you at the store. I know we have not been friends for long, but I feel, deep inside, that we share a special affinity you and I. We seem to fit together so well, as though we were destined to meet at sometime in our lives. I must thank you also for last evening, and the meal in the restaurant, even though we had the power cut, and it ruined any plans either of us may have had. The most enjoyable par for me was our little interlude, in the dark, at our table. I have wanted to do that for a while now, to pleasure you Dave, to let you know exactly how special you have become to me. How you are my first thought when I awaken, and my last as I go to sleep. Had it not been so late, when we finally left the restaurant, who knows what might have happened, but for now, I can only dream, and wait here until you return. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, and please, if you can find the time, call me. I will be here, for there is nowhere for me to go. Kisses sweet man Take care of yourself, for I want you back, as soon as I can. I am crying now, and have to finish, just now that I care Dave. I care very much indeed Love forever Sara.” Sara was indeed crying, as she wrapped the letter around the gift, and fastened the Christmas wrap around it. She knew that tomorrow would be bad, all the world celebrating, as she sat alone. Praying and hoping for a call, from her son, and also, from Dave, the two men in her life that she loved. She was in a sombre mod when she arrived at work, but brightened a little, as she saw Dave’s car entering the car park. As they walked into the store, he thanked her quietly for the previous evening, squeezing her hand, and telling her he would make up for what happened as soon as he could. Sara understood perfectly, and smiled softly at him. The day, as expected was slow, boring even, as all four of them sat around waiting. To make matters worse, Sara was on her own at lunch, the two girls and Dave all out, doing last minute shopping. Sara forced herself not to cry, she did not want him to see how upset she really was, not wanting to spoil his Christmas, as well as her own. She was pleased that the store was closing early, yet even four O’clock seemed to take forever to come around. The four of them met at the store exit, as previously planned to exchange gifts, on the understanding that no one would open them until they got home. Sara tried, she tried very hard, but could not stop the flow of tears, they had been building all day. As she hugged the two girls, they erupted, pouring forth in a torrent. The last few weeks had been so good for he, bringing her out of the shell she had put up around herself, and now, it was over. Anna and Nikki tried to comfort her, saying they would keep in touch, and promising to call her, as Dave stood, looking on and feeling embarrassed. He too then hugged her, and whispered to her that she was not to worry. He would be back before she knew it, beating her door down. She tried to smile, but it was very weak, and she told him to go, he had a long journey ahead of him. Kissing her lightly, he smiled, and then, she was alone, as she had been for all those months since Harry died. Sara drove home slowly, taking great care on the icy roads, arriving home just before 4.30. As she stepped from her car, a delivery vehicle pulled up behind her, and from it stepped a man, carrying a large bouquet. He checked with her that this was the right address, and handed her the bouquets, two dozen perfect red roses, tied with a red white and blue ribbon. She knew instinctively that they were from Dave, the deliveryman had told her they had been ordered for a 4.30pm delivery, no earlier. She rushed inside the house, sitting to read the card that was attached to the flowers, she was right; they were from Dave, with a short simple message. “Merry Christmas, To the sweetest lady in the entire world, who has changed my life forevermore. Dave.” She did not think she had any more tears inside, but she was wrong, as she sat there crying softly. Wanting him, next to her, holding her, and loving her, she sat alone, sobbing, but no one could hear, or se her. Sara had not felt this low since the night that Harry had died, but she knew that she must snap out of it. It was Christmas, peace on earth and all that; she forced herself to do something, to move on. She busied herself in the house, cleaning, even though it didn’t really need it. Eventually she sat down, to have a coffee, and remembered the gifts in her car, and went to retrieve them. Sitting on the couch, she first opened the one from Nikki, and gasped in surprise, it was a G spot vibrator; she chuckled, thinking to herself what a delightful girl Nikki was. She took hold of Ana’s gift nest, unwrapped it, then Sara laughed out loud, for it was a vibrating egg, they certainly meant for her to have a happy time she thought. The last parcel was the one from Dave, it felt soft and delicate through the wrapping, and she opened it very carefully. She could not believe her eyes, it was so beautiful, a turquoise blue cheongsam, a Chinese dress, with a high collar, and a split in the skirt to the thigh. She was stunned, and as she held it up, a card fell to the floor; she quickly retrieved and opened it, as heart started beating a little faster. Dave had not written much, but what he did say was perfect, “To Sara, This comes with all my love, and I just hope, that one day, you will wear it for me. Merry Christmas my love Dave” Sara was smiling and crying at the same time, it was beautiful, pure silk, and she knew that it would feel so good against her naked flesh. She desperately wanted to try it on, but held back, it was for him, and she would not wear it until he was here, with her. Taking the dress to the closet, she hung it very carefully, giving it pride of place, and kissing the hem softly. She placed the two new toys in her drawer, next to “Dave the rabbit” and went to shower. After showering, she just wore one of the matching bathrobes that she and Harry had shared, with a Santa motif on them. She did not know why she chose to do so, it just seemed right for the evening. Sara made a few sandwiches, and settled down in front of the TV, to watch the Christmas Eve entertainment on offer, just as she did with Harry last year. She felt strange, sad to be without Harry, whom she missed dearly, but happy that she now had Dave, hopefully, and her two young friends also. The night passed quickly, for she occasionally dozed off in front of the TV, and just before 10pm, she decided it was time for a Christmas drink, alone or not, she was determined not to be sad and miserable. She poured herself a Jack Daniels, with ice, and then noticed that her favourite Christmas movie was about to start, the Jimmy Stewart classic, “It’s A Wonderful Life” She sat for almost two hours, totally engrossed, living every moment of this wonderful story, and, as usual, was crying her eyes out as the credits rolled. She thought about Dave, probably laughing and drinking now, in his brother’s home. How she wished she were there also, on his arm, hugging him. She shook herself, telling herself to stop dreaming, this was the real world. Sara tuned ABC in on the TV, and settled down to watch the Midnight Mass, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. The Cathedral looked so beautiful, as indeed it always did, she closed her eyes, listening to the beautiful voices of the choir, as they filled her lonely room. When suddenly, the peace was shattered, by the ringing of her door chimes, startled now, she wondered, who on earth could it be, at midnight on Christmas Eve, going to the front door, she called out, asking who was there. The reply she received almost gave her a coronary, it was Dave, and he said it was freezing out there, and could he please come inside. Sara was frozen to the spot for a few moments, wondering, why? How? But soon recovered, unlocking the door for him. Then the second surprise hit her, he was wearing his Santa Claus coat from the store, he grinned at her, as he stepped inside, and took her in his arms. They kissed, deeply, passionately, no more tears now for Sara, but she was shaking, this was so unexpected. They broke from the kiss, and she led him inside to the lounge. Dave explained to her, that he had been sat in his car, driving away from her, and all he could think of was the fact that she was alone. While he, would be in the bosom of his family, he could not do it, he had to return. After getting a hundred miles down the road, he stopped for a coffee. The place was deserted, he was the only customer, sitting alone, thinking of her sitting alone. He called his brother on his cell, telling him the road conditions were too bad, and he would see him for New Years. Then he turned the car around, and here he was, he wondered if she minded. She soon showed him her answer, taking his face in her hands, ands kissing him tenderly on the lips. Dave kissed her back, looking into her eyes, she was so happy now. He asked if he might freshen up a little, as he had been on the road for more than five hours. Sara offered him the use of her bathroom, so he could shower, giving him Harry’s robe to wear, she knew that Harry would not have minded. The moment that the bathroom door was closed, Sara rushed to her bedroom, she had work to do before Dave emerged again. When Dave finished his shower, and left the bathroom, Sara was standing by the couch, her make up on, wearing the cheongsam, the split skirt showing off her milky white slender thigh. Sara could see how stunned he was, and smiled at him, asking him how could she not wear his gift, it was Christmas after all. It was obvious that the dress was the only thing she was wearing too, her nipples proud and erect pushing at the soft silk. She walked across the room to Dave, took his hand in hers, and led him to the bedroom; he happily followed, smiling almost as much as Sara was. Entering the bedroom, Sara turned to close the door, as Dave adjusted his eyes to the darkness. The bedclothes were turned down, and a single candle was burning on both bedside tables. Sara came to him, standing by the side of the bed, and they kissed, tenderly, a lovers kiss, their tongues caressing, hands roaming, holding each other close.