2 comments/ 25827 views/ 4 favorites Christmas Treat By: RachWebster James was jubilant. It had been a great game, the lead had changed hands several times, but they had beaten the team at the top of the table 24-19. Not only that, but James had scored a try, which was quite rare for a number 8, chosen more for his size and strength than his speed. But nonetheless, he had gathered the ball, thrown off a couple of tackles, and sprinted a good twenty or more metres to the line, all six foot five, and seventeen stone of him. It had turned out to be the winning try, and when his pal Jeremy converted, the other side were just unable to come back. A great cheer had gone up from the crowd when the final whistle sounded. What a way to finish the last game before Christmas, the last game of the year. The whole team were there in the clubhouse celebrating. It was not like the old days when his father had played hooker for the very same club, when everyone would drink themselves silly after a match, as the whole thing was taken rather more seriously these days, and with drink driving laws as they are, then the drinking was more subdued. However, it was the day before Christmas, and it wasn't every day you beat the top team, so that night most of them were really going for it, having arranged for wives and girlfriends to run them home later. James was unattached, a not unusual situation for him, as he changed his women so frequently, but he knew there were a lot of spare girls there that night, and one of them was sure to run him home if he asked, and so he joined in the drinking, downing pints quite happily with the others. However, as was his way, he did keep an eye on the 'talent' in the club, most of whom he knew, many of whom he had been out with. There were a few new girls, but the only ones he fancied were really a bit too young for him. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone really special. He put down his pint and looked round at her. "Wow." He thought. "She is gorgeous. Why haven't I spotted her before." He stared at her, catching glimpses as she threaded her way through the crowd in their general direction, at last nudging his mates and saying, " Christ you lot, look at this one coming over." Most of them ignored him, as they were used to him fancying anything that wore a skirt. Or a dress, or shorts, or whatever really, as long as it was female and at least passably attractive, so nobody returned his comment, or even looked round for that matter, more interested in deciding whose round it was next. James however continued to look at the girl approaching, really liking what he was seeing. Blonde, down to her shoulders, slim, long legs, good boobs, and lovely face with a lovely smile and big, bright blue, wide-awake eyes. His perfection. She could have been designed to fit his dreams, and he couldn't believe he had never clocked her before. She must be new in the club, in the area even; as there were very few pretty girls in this town that James hadn't at least tried his hand with. " Christ almighty." He whispered under his breath, " What has she got on?" Not too much by the look of it. A skimpy, filmy, tiny short mini skirt, that that wouldn't have been out of place on a ballerina, and the top hardly covering her breasts. Both items were in a silky white colour, that went perfectly with the slight tan of her skin. James felt his mouth going dry, and a distinct stirring down below. He'd seen a few scantily dressed girls in the night clubs locally, made a point of searching them out even, but maybe nothing quite as stunning as this before. And in the rugby club! And, he couldn't understand why, but nobody seemed to be taking any notice of her. A girl like that would normally get so many looks, and dressed like that --- well who knows? As she got even closer, James's pulse rate rocketed. " Bloody hell!" He said aloud. " That outfit is almost see-through. I can make out her boobs, nipples and all." At this, his pals took a sudden interest. James may have been girl crazy, to the point where even his mates got fed up with him, but if he'd spotted a girl showing her tits off, then they certainly didn't want to miss that. After all, it wasn't impossible, and only last month one girl had drunk too much and stripped off in the middle of the club, only being stopped by her husband as she was pulling her panties down, deciding that enough was enough. To a man, they all looked round in the direction James was staring, searching for the elusive half naked woman he had spotted, hoping for a Christmas treat. "Look. Look." He encouraged them, but they all stared with blank looks on their faces. " All I can see is the Ice Maiden, and she's never shown anyone her tits." Remarked Jeremy, obvious disappointment in his voice. " You're barmy." Said Ted at last. " More likely drunk." Countered Alf, who had been with James on boozing trips more often than the others. "No look at her. Look at her. She's bloody gorgeous. Look at them tits for Christ's sake." " Oh piss off James you idiot." Responded Alf again. " He's pissed again. Seeing them when he can't find a real one." Added Mike, a bit of a womanizer himself, though not of course in James's league. They all turned round, back to their conversation, disappointed they weren't going to be treated to another girl flashing her body, convinced their pal had started the festivities early and drunk too much already. " If he could hold his drink like he holds a rugby ball, then he'd be better off." Joked Jeremy. " And if he could catch the ball like he grabbed that Kathy's boobs the other week, then we'd win all the time." Added another, making everyone laugh, referring to an event with yet another of James's women that had amused them all a week or so before. James continued to stare at the beautiful apparition that had almost reached him, wondering if he was going bonkers. Maybe that bang on the head in the last scrum had been more serious than he'd thought. He just couldn't believe it was the drink making him imagine this little darling, not with boobs swaying around so naturally like that, hardly hidden by that flimsy white top. " Ah! I've got it." He thought. " It's a joke, a set up, she's some sort of stripo-gram girl they've arranged." But inside he knew it couldn't be true. Girls like this one simply didn't exist in real life. Not in this grungy town anyway. And in any case, everyone would be looking at her, not ignoring her, as they all seemed to be. " Hi James." Came the tinkling of a girlish voice, breaking into his thoughts as he tried blinking rapidly, to make her disappear from his imagination. " God, I`m hearing things too." He thought to himself. " No your not." She said lightly. " I'm really here just for you." " But you're gorgeous," stuttered James, " You're.....You're.......Well you're sort of...........Bloody hell your tits are absolutely fantastic." " Shut up" James, shouted three or four of his pals in unison. " You're bloody women mad." Added another. " Sober up you silly sod!" James continued to stare openmouthed at the beautiful vision in front of him, but took in his friend's comments. It must have been that bang on the head as there couldn't be a rational explanation, was all that he could think. " They can't see me. Only you can." The lovely explained, not making any sense at all. James's complaint that he didn't understand, resulted in someone throwing an empty drinks can at him, which he hardly noticed at all. " They can't see me because I'm a fairy." The girl continued, " Your Christmas fairy." James's eyes widened even further. " My Christmas fairy. How can I have a fairy? I really am going bonkers." And with those thoughts, he put his hand to his head, to check out the bump that he knew to be there. " Don't worry, It'll be OK. Just a little knock." The tinkling voice informed him. James looked at the girl, his fairy, again, studying her in detail, not an unpleasant thing to do at all. For the first time he noticed her shoes, silver, with straps, and huge high heels that must have been difficult to walk in properly. " Do you like them? They were designed for you specially so I hope you do." She said noticing his interest in her footwear, and holding her leg up for him to admire them more closely. " They're not the easiest things to walk in, but I'm not planning on hiking up the Andes on this job, so it's worth it for the effect." " Do you often hike up the Andes then." Asked James, more out of something to say than out of any real interest. " No, not often, but that's where I was last Christmas." She replied off-handily, as if it was the sort of thing she did quite regularly, making James decide not to pursue that line of conversation. He preferred to concentrate on the sight of her shapely firm breasts, gently heaving up and down beautifully as she breathed, and hardly hidden by the thin, fine material of her top. " But what about...." Was as far as he got, before his pals started shouting at him, telling to shut up, stop messing about, sober up or whatever. " I think we'd better pop outside, or your pals will think you are potty." Laughed the fairy, smiling at him encouragingly, secretly enjoying his discomfort, but in a nice sort of way. James nodded his agreement, turned to his friends, and told them he was just popping outside for some fresh air, which to a man they agreed was a good idea. " Don't come back till you sober up." Tim shouted as he walked off, and they all laughed at their drunken friend's antics again. The Christmas fairy led the way, and James was astonished now that he had stood up, at quite how tiny she really was. No more than four foot four or so from top to bottom, but perfectly formed nonetheless, especially perhaps the top and the bottom. And it was her bottom that he was transfixed with, as he followed her through the crowd, the tiny dress not even fully covering the lovely cheeks of her bum, as it wriggled wonderfully from side to side as she maneuvered her way to the back door on her silver high heels. He simply couldn't resist it. What man could have? James leant forward, and reached down to squeeze that tantalizing bottom with his right hand. But he felt nothing. He could see his hand on her bum, he could mould it round that lovely smooth cheek, but he felt nothing. Nothing at all. There was nothing there, just thin air. " Hey you!" the fairy cried out, jumping in surprise, before turning round with a fiery expression on her face. " You can look, but I didn't say you could touch. Just you watch it." James was dumbstruck, but snatched his hand away as ordered, shakily stuttering to her, " I didn't. At least there was nothing there." The fairy stood her ground, all four foot four of her, looking quite scary for such a petite pretty little thing. " I'm sorry." Said James at last. " OK so I did, but I couldn't feel anything at all." " Well of course you can't you idiot, but I can, and your hand on my bum is not on the script for this job. I knew wearing this outfit would be a mistake. I should have worn that chain mail like I first planned." An image of the beautiful little fairy, in a suit of chain mail, with nothing else on underneath, flashed through his mind. The strength of the image, and the broad smile on his face was sufficient for the fairy to work out his thoughts. " Well maybe not." She said, changing her mind, trying, but substantially failing, to put out of her own mind quite how pleasant the feel of his hand on her almost bare bottom had actually been. She spun dramatically on her heels, and carried on for the door, before the man human could spot through her flimsy top, quite how hard her nipples had become. Once outside, she led him right round the back. It was pitch black, and the temperature not more than four or five degrees, but strangely James felt no cold, despite being in only his shirtsleeves. He could see her as well, quite clearly, in a mysterious creamy sort of light, which did nothing to hide quite how exquisite she was. "I suppose you want to know what this is all about." She asked, getting down to business. " No hurry." He replied, which was not what she expected at all. Most of her humans had been desperate to find out, if only so that they could dismiss it as rubbish, so James's reaction was quite a surprise. Then she noticed again, quite how he was looking at her, and realized that her chosen 'vis-form' had been perhaps even more effective than she had estimated. Maybe she should have chosen something a little less extreme, but too late now, too late to start again. " You're not interested at all?" she demanded. " Oh very interested?" he replied, and reached forward to put his arm round her waist. " Stop that!" she cried out, wriggling out of his embrace. " Stop it at once." But James caught her with both hands, unable to feel anything at all, judging just by sight alone, delighted to discover that she couldn't actually escape or dematerialize or anything like that. " Stop it. You Mustn't. "The little fairy cried again, unable to suppress a giggle as she did so. " They told me you were like this, but I didn't expect you to try it out on me." Her laughter, and sexily little giggles giving him little reason to obey her orders to stop. He pulled her towards himself, lifting her right off her feet, and held her against his chest, still unable to feel a thing, but delighting in her proximity. The little fairy huffed and puffed, and pretended to complain, but couldn't stop giggling, couldn't stop letting out little sighs as experiences totally new to her sent shivers down her spine. It was only when he started to explore her firm young breasts that she remembered her place, remembered her mission, telling him that he really, really must stop. James first stroked the tips of his fingers over the roundness of her breast, feeling or at least sort of sensing the hardness of her erect nipple through the flimsy top, but puzzling how to proceed further, when he discovered that no matter what he tried, he could not brush that material away to expose her fully naked to his eyes. He couldn't feel the flimsy top, couldn't get hold of it, and he couldn't remove it. It was all most frustrating. "You've really got to stop now." She repeated, " Or else I'll.....I'll......I'll turn you into a frog! I will, I'll turn you into a frog." " Can you do that?" James asked, releasing his grip just a little, in as far as he could judge that is of course, just in case. " Of course I can. Don't you know anything." The little fairy said sternly, with more confidence than she really felt. The last time she had tried it, the human had disappeared and turned up two centuries later in a solar system over a hundred million light years away, but she didn't want James to know that. James released her and set her down gently, quite getting the hang of handling her without any sense of touch. "Alors! He said, with a reasonable accent, Je suis une grenioulle, quelle surprise." " A frog." She reiterated. " A big green one that jumps. Not a Frenchman you fool." " But Frenchman are very sexy, and you make me feel very sexy." James announced theatrically, gesticulating in typical Gallic fashion. " Not all of them. My friend Val has a Frenchman and he's awful. Not sexy at all." Spat out the little fairy, remembering the problems her pal was having at that moment, much worse than she was experiencing herself. James looked at her in surprise. " Your friend Val. Is she a Christmas fairy as well?" he asked, it suddenly occurring to him that there might be other creatures around as wonderful as the one in front of him. " Of course, but not a very happy one at the moment. She's got problems, but I'm not allowed to discuss them with you. It's banned." James nodded, accepting the delicacy of the situation, but then asked. " If she's got a name, then have you? Or are you just my little fairy, full stop?" She laughed out loud. This was proving so much more fun than she had ever imagined, so much better than the last one. And of course, England was so much more pleasant to be in than Siberia, even a town in Bedfordshire. " You are silly. You really don't know anything at all do you?" the little fairy said between her giggles of mirth. " All fairies have names, and mine is Matilda. It always has been, and always will be." And she stood looking at him, wondering what he would think of that. " Very nice. Matilda, yes very nice." He confirmed, trying to sound genuine despite not actually being over-keen on her name. They stared at one another, each waiting for the other to say something, till Matilda took the lead, accepting that she would have to bring this all to a conclusion, despite the fun she was having. " You have reached the third highest level of existence, and went in the Christmas draw for the wishing well. You came fifth, but that's not bad out of two hundred billion, so you're a winner, and I'm here to sort it all out for you." She seriously reported to him, and stood there awaiting his reaction. His reaction threw her again. This human really was a bit different from the norm. " Third highest level?" He demanded, sounding a little upset. Us humans are top of the tree, the highest form of life. It's well documented, been on TV, I've read it in the papers, and my rugby team has just beaten Queens. How can we be only the third highest level?" Matida shrugged her lovely little fairy shoulders, causing James to sigh with pleasure as her shapely breasts bounced around in front of eyes. "Don't tell me you haven't read 'Hitch hikers guide to the galaxy' she asked, resigned to him saying he hadn't, despite it having been released specifically for that purpose. " Golly. Hitch hikers. Ford Prefect and all that stuff." James burst out in total surprise." It can't be true surely. Not dolphins and mice. Please tell me it's not true." " Matilda shrugged her shoulders again, a habit of hers, which again made her breasts bounce wonderfully as before. James looked at them with a silly smile on his face, stared at them till they steadied down, till her hard nipples stopped moving, and then nodded, effectively accepting a new world order on behalf of all mankind without any form of serious complaint. " So what's the Christmas wishing well then? Do I get three wishes, anything I want?" the now bemused chap asked. Matilda laughed at him; a musical little fairy laugh that sent more shivers down his spine. "Silly. That's a fairy tale, not what fairy's really do now." She chastised him, " Nobody gets three wishes these days, not since the fairy liberation movement got the government to rule in their new rights." She giggled again, amused by his naivety, before going on. " You only get one wish now, that's all. So you had better make the most of it, OK?" The little fairy stood back, and gave time for all this to sink into James's simple human brain. A mouse would have understood her much quicker, and a dolphin..........Well you can't tell them anything can you. She waited patiently for his thoughts, wondering what he would wish for, probably money or fame or something like that. These humans were just so predictable. Above all she hoped he didn't wish for something complicated, which could be misunderstood. All her fairy friends still teased her about the poor chap who had wished for a bird with long legs and a tight pussy, and the unfortunate error she had made. So she was quite surprised, quite shocked even, but perhaps not disappointed when James looked at her straight in the eye, and gave her his decision. "I've made my mind up." He stated solemnly. " What I would wish for is to be able to touch you. To feel you properly, like a real live girl would feel." Christmas Treat Matilda stared at him in surprise. To her knowledge, since the new ruling in 1486, December the 24th actually, just like today, when they started to keep records of such things, no human had ever made a wish like that. She wasn't even sure if it would be valid, though it did sound like quite fun. Matilda felt her face going bright red, as she went through a little fairy blush, rare, and much more extreme than on any human. The only time she had ever experienced it before, was many years ago, when she had graduated from fairy school, and had been awarded a prize for wishing up the prettiest hat for the school gnome. " Oh golly gosh!" she thought, "What do I do now." Rapidly, in her mind she ran through all the reasons why she shouldn't grant James his single wish. When she reached twenty-six, she stopped counting, and a few later, she stopped searching. Then she sought all the reasons why she should grant his wish. The very first reason she came up with concerned her feelings, and caused her to blush deeply again. That was the third time in close to two hundred years, and two of them in the last five minutes. Decision made! " Ok." Matilda said. "If that is your wish. But you can't change your mind." Then she rushed things on a little just in case he was tempted to do so. " Put your hand on my right breast." She said, "and do as I say." She knew full well that standard procedure was for him to put his hand on her forehead, but she was fairly sure her version would work just as well, and would certainly be much more fun if the wish worked out OK. " Imagine in your mind exactly what your wish would be." She instructed, hoping desperately that he hadn't changed his mind. Our lovely little fairy girl, sweet and lovely and beautiful as she was, concentrated desperately on James's face, praying that his wish would work, looking for some sign from him that it had, quite enjoying none the less the feel of his hand on her boob. She was rewarded for her kindness, the way nice people are. Even as she watched, his face, till then a mask of concentration and study, as he thought hard about his wish, broke out into a smile. Just a little at first, but then a bit more, and then just a tiny bit more, then quite a big bit more, till at last his face filled with a great grin of pleasure and achievement, as he squeezed her right boob gently, relishing the sweet feel of her ripe firm breast. " Golly!" James muttered, more to himself than anything, "This feels nice." And with that he discovered to his pleasure that he could now get hold of the flimsy top, so he proceeded to peel it slowly back, revealing both beautiful firm breasts, which jutted out at him, quite taking his breath away. He felt the little fairy shiver in his hands, enjoying his embrace as much as he was, he supposed. That is till he gave a shiver, almost a shudder himself, and the strange creamy light that illuminated them began to fade. What was happening? " Oh Gnome's droppings!" Matilda swore in frustration. She was enjoying herself so much, that she had totally forgotten that this would happen. As soon as she had passed into this stage of human 'vis-form', something, in fairness to her, that she had never done before, then the aura surrounding her would disappear, and they would no longer be illuminated and protected from the cold. It was only four degrees, and if James was cold, then in her flimsy garb she was freezing. " Quick, let's get inside." She ordered him, taking his hand and dragging James back to the door to the clubhouse. There she stopped and told him something very, very, very important indeed. " This is something very, very, very important indeed." She started. " You must, absolutely must, keep hold of my hand. Or any other part of me for that matter," she added, giggling at the thought of what combinations that could lead to. "Otherwise I will now become visible to everyone else, and that would not be a good idea at all. Do you understand?" " James nodded his agreement, and promised not to let go of her, and only then did she lead the way back into the warmth of the bar, where they stood surveying the scene. A few people had left, but it was still quite crowded with people celebrating the start of the Christmas period, and they spotted a vacant old sofa over the other side. " Come on." She said, and started to drag him by the hand over towards it. James was sure that his little fairy must still be invisible to everyone else, as a beautiful girl like Matilda, with her two breasts still hanging out, swaying around as she walked, would surely have caused a near riot in the club. But nobody noticed. Nobody saw her. Matilda came to a sudden halt. " Goblins Pants." She cried loudly in frustration, as she realized she had forgotten something else. " I'm really sorry James but I have to go to the loo." She informed him, rather embarrassed about having to tell him. " Do fairies do that? He asked, surprised when she answered, " No, not normally, but.... Well it's complicated, but when we transfigure like this, we take on various human habits, and to be honest, I really do have to go. I haven't been for nearly forty five years." James's mind had difficulty taking this all in, not realizing of course that his little fairy had been born over two hundred years ago, though you could divide that by about ten to get the human equivalent. " Quick, come with me." She shouted, her needs becoming even more urgent. " Nobody can see us or hear us while we hold hands, so you're invisible too. You'll have to come into the ladies with me." Matilda set off in a hurry, still grasping James's hand, but was jerked to a full stop, her Four foot four being unable to make any impression whatsoever on his six foot five. James stood rooted to the spot. No way was he going into the ladies lavatory. He'd had a bad experience once before, and though he was only nine at the time, he had never forgotten it. Even the thought that he was invisible, could maybe get up to some tricks, made no impression on his resolve. Matilda pleaded with him, holding herself between the legs as the situation got more desperate, but he wouldn't be budged. James stood there, grim faced, his teeth clenched together, his jaw thrusting out as he stared single mindedly up at the ceiling up, the strains of ' We shall not be moved' ringing in his ears. If the Queens pack had been unable to budge him, then such a tiny little fairy could not do so either. Matilda was in a state of panic. The she had a brainwave. A solution. "Quick, grab this." She cried before it was too late, whipping off her flimsy top with just one hand, sliding it down her arm, and straight over onto James's arm, without so much as letting go of him. This naturally caught his attention, his stance didn't change, his jaw stayed jutting up towards the ceiling, but his eyes angled down, taking in his personal little Christmas fairy, now naked to the waist, jumping from one leg to the other in her discomfort. This only caused her lovely rounded breasts to bounce up and down even better than before, which James, as before, found extremely delectable. " Hang onto it." She cried out. " Don't let it go whatever you do. It'll work as a 'sentinel', and don't wander off as it will only last five minutes or so, ten at the most." With that, she gingerly let go his hand, stood for a second or two looking urgently around herself, to make sure it had worked and nobody could see her, and then rushed off to the ladies as fast as she could in her four inch silver high heels. James took only a few seconds to work out what had happened. As long as he kept hold of the top, then Matilda would remain invisible, at least for a short while. Apparently that's what 'sentinels' did in the fairy world. " Bloody hell, what the bugger.........." Bought him out of his daydream, as someone bumped full into him, spilling half the contents of the two pints he was carrying. The guy, the scrum half from the second team, looked around bewildered, trying to see what had caused his misfortune, looking straight through James as if he wasn't even there. " Ah." Thought our hero, " I must still be invisible as well." A masterful piece of deduction in the circumstances for a number 8, not always renown for their savvy. He looked around quickly, trying to spot one of his friends, intent on playing some kind of trick on them. There right beside him he saw Mike. That's the Mike that plays on the wing, not the assistant trainer with the short legs of course. A faint smile came over his face, though a bit pointless to mention it, as naturally nobody could actually see it, as he realized Mike was chatting to the 'Ice Maiden'. " Won't get anywhere there." Thought James, " nobody ever does. Wears sexy outfits like that blouse and mini skirt she's got on now, and flirts all the time, but she's a complete prick-teaser." And that didn't rate her too highly in James's opinion. He crept up close to them, and listened in to their conversation. " Nice pair of tits you've got there Izzy." His sophisticated pal Mike was saying as he swayed back and forward, trying without too much success to keep them in focus, after the seven pints of beer he had consumed. " And you've got as much chance of handling them as that bloody friend of yours James has." She said back to him, in a not too friendly tone. " Bleeding sex maniac he is. He should have it cut off." James was shocked. Surprised at her attitude to him. He thought he had behaved quite the gentleman on their one and only date last week. When she'd refused to let him pull her top down, he'd accepted it, eventually that is, even though he'd bought her a hamburger earlier on. And didn't he drop her off at the bus stop so she could get home, even though she'd been such a disappointment? " She needs a little lesson." He thought, " and Mike a nice surprise at the same time." James crept up to Issy the Ice-maiden, carefully and invisibly, reached out and carefully and invisibly unpopped the third button of her blouse, the first two being already undone, that being her concession to the Christmas spirit. Neither Issy nor Mike noticed anything at all. He reached forward again, even more carefully and invisibly, and unpopped another one. Still neither of them noticed. When he repeated his careful and invisible feat again, her blouse started to gape wide open, and though Issy, who was still going on about something or other, the way women do, was still unaware of what was going on, at last Mike began to blink and shake his head, trying to make sense of what his eyes were telling him. Only when James really incredibly carefully and invisibly dealt with the final button did Mike get round to openly reacting. " Your thingy. It's all sort of......sort of.....well really nice actually", he muttered drunkenly, but still Issy, who'd had a few herself, didn't register what was happening. Not till James, perhaps a bit cheekily really, started to slide her blouse very gently back off of her shoulders did Issy get wind that not all was as it should be. " Bloody hell, what the......" she began, trying to grab back her blouse, but her speech was cut short as she transferred her attention to her tiny mini skirt that had become mysteriously unzipped, and was sliding slowly down her thighs. " How did that happen?" Issy cried in alarm, only to discover that her arms had become trapped behind her by the blouse that was by then, half way down her back. " Sorry." She muttered, blushing, as she hastily shook off her blouse to free up her hands for more essential things, reaching down to save her skirt, which was by then down to her knees, " Oh no, not that. I'm so really sorry everyone." She exclaimed in embarrassment to the growing crowd around her, jerking her hands straight back up again as she felt her bra snap undone all by itself, allowing the skirt to fall to her ankles. " That was close." Issy whispered to herself, as she grabbed desperately at her bra, clutching them to her ample breasts, only narrowly saving them from going on public display. " Oh no, what's happening to me." She warbled, as she felt some unexplainable force of gravity, start to inch her panties down over the curve of her bottom. Grabbing at her descending panties with both hands, to save herself from the gravest embarrassment, she appealed to the crowd, " Please, someone help me." But nobody did, and she only succeeded in releasing her bra, which promptly joined the heap on the floor. In a last desperate attempt to retain at least some modicum of modesty, Issy straightened up again, and threw her arms across her bare chest to protect her assets. " This is all most peculiar, what on earth next?" she demanded, unable to grasp what was happening, till eventually, at last, resignedly, she gave up the unequal struggle, as she became aware that her panties were again slipping down of their own accord, down over her bottom, down her rather shapely thighs, right down to her knees. " Oh dear!" Issy said in some embarrassment to the crowd who had gathered around her. " Oh dear, oh dear. I'm most awfully sorry everyone. This is not like me at all." " Blimey Issy, all I said was you had nice tits." Mike gasped, and with his befuddled brain unable to cope any longer, he wandered off to join his pals on the other side of the room, not being able to figure out why the normally placid Issy, had taken such cruel and un-necessary advantage of his good nature like that. " Leave you alone for a moment and look what you get up to." Said a sweet little voice at just above the level of James's elbow. He took one last look at the Ice-maiden who by now had lost her inhibitions along with her clothing, and was swaying sexily to the music, her hands up high above her head, naked except for the knickers still caught round her knees, and surrounded by rugby players in various states of inebriation. She was apparently thoroughly enjoying her new freedom, if the smile of utter rapture on her face or indeed the words of the song she was singing could be anything to go by, that is. " Just having a bit of fun." James explained, hastily demanding if everything was now OK with her, before she could chastise him, and remembering to take her hand, as the five minutes were by then more than up. " You can get rid of that top, we can't use it anymore." His delicious little companion informed him, and James threw it over his shoulder, only for it to re-materialize on the head of their fly half George, who hardly even noticed, so engrossed was he in trying to persuade, albeit with difficulty, a very happy Issy to climb back into her clothes. " She enjoyed doing that." Matilda commented, a rather wicked, very unfairy like smile appearing from nowhere. " I bet that was fun. I wonder what it would be like for a fairy to do that?" Matilda then giggled loudly, jumping with joy, as Issy shoved back down the little red panties, that George for some unfathomable reason had at last succeeded in getting up again. In her joyful excited mood, the topless little fairy fairly bounced across the room to where James's pals were gathering, most of them having returned from the delights of Issy, now that the show was finishing. " Now hang on a bit." He warned her, as James saw Matilda start to slip out of her skirt, biting his tongue, as he realized with a shock that she must have abandoned her panties back in the ladies. " You are more beautiful than the beauty of Christmastide!" He whispered to her, as she posed for him naked, only her silver high heels left, which did nothing to spoil the view. " The little fairy was mesmerized by James's unexpected poetic words, and giggled girlishly, sticking her bare boobs out at him, shaking them at him daringly for effect. The shock of the shaking shook James, and left him shaken to the core, shaking his head in shock at quite how shockingly stunning she looked when she shook...... Like that, that is. So much so that he involuntarily let go of her hand. " Oops." She cried out, grabbing back his arm before anyone could quite take note, though a couple of his team mates spun round, not quite taking in what they'd just seen, but aware that something had flashed though their minds. Matilda giggled mischievously, now thoroughly loving this adventure. " You did that on purpose." She accused him. " I hope you're not thinking of doing it again." " Wouldn't dream of it." He replied, too intent on exploring the silky smoothness of her tiny, tight, fairy body at last, to cotton on to what she was after. " You're sure you wouldn't do it again?" she asked imploringly. Her breasts were a perfect size for her tiny, slim, four foot four frame, and though that left them really quite small and fairy sized, James still had to remove the left one from his mouth to respond. " Of course not." He said. " Why not?" she snapped impatiently and stamping her little fairy foot to his surprise, deciding that there would be plenty of time later for cuddling and canoodling, but keen to explore something new before all the men disappeared. James then found himself in a very strange situation; one which most men would never find themselves in, and simply wouldn't recognize if they did. He had absolutely no idea what she was on about. More important, he had absolutely no idea what she wanted. " Help me up onto this table." She instructed him, giving up on him, but he did better than that, such was his eagerness to please. Putting both hands round her waist, he lifted her easily up, as easily as if she had been a doll, and placed her carefully right on it, almost letting go of her, before he remembered he mustn't. Matilda gave him her hand, and struck a very sexy pose, taking her lead from what she had seen Issy do earlier, her experience at such things not being too wide. " How's it look?" she asked a very pleased James, now finding his eyes at the same level as her rather sweet little pussy, and the fine wispy strip of trimmed blonde hair that decorated it. " Stick your boobs out a bit more. That's it..........hand on your hip......Yes, now just push your hip out like.....that's it you've got it. Perfect. Slant one shoulder back, and put your chin a little high. A touch more. Wow, Matilda, do you look fantastic. Your beautiful, and your body is.....well perfect." " Thank you kind sir." The naughty little fairy said, a smile of pleasure and anticipation on her sweet face. " Now when I say go, let go of my hand. Just for a second, no more, and if you play any tricks then I will turn you into a frog, a real one. Matilda stuck her breasts out just that tiny bit further, took several huge breaths to give herself courage, which on it's own caused James's eyes to bulge open even wider, and spoke in little more than a whisper. " Are you ready? GO!" James let go of her hand as instructed, but couldn't detect any difference, just his beautiful little naked fairy stood there posing exactly as before, but he grabbed back her hand anyway, a little more than one second, but none the less quickly. Pandemonium broke out. His teammates around the table, at least those that had been even vaguely looking that way, reacted immediately. " Christ." Shouted Tim. " What the hell." Called Jeremy. " Shit." Came from Alf, maybe not quite as well bought up as the others. " Zut Alors! Poutain de merd." From Fabrice, on loan from the top French club Riberac, who now they were leading Pro One, could no longer find a regular position for him. Mike just sat there with his mouth open, unable to even make a comment. Meanwhile Nigel, of nervous and skittish disposition, as most props are known to be, toppled over backwards in his chair, landing with a crash, as his sixteen stone frame hit the floor. Christmas Treat Interestingly, he injured his knee doing it, and was out for the rest of the season. Having nothing to occupy him, he took up umpiring tennis matches, which was his other sport, and he never played rugby again. Interestingly, he ended up umpiring at Wimbledon just a couple of years or so later, where he met and fell in love with Olga, the newest blonde Russian tennis star, and they were soon married and went back to live in Leningrad, where they had six children. Interestingly, the Grandson of one of these children married a Russian of noble birth, and when the Monarchy was bought back to power late in the twenty first Century, their first son Peter became the Czar of Russia. Interestingly, for Peter the Great thing about that was.... But we digress. That story is for another day, but it does just go to show that a chap has to be careful if he comes across some fairy with no clothes on. You never know where it might lead. Back at the clubhouse however, while the somewhat inebriated rugby men stared at one another in disbelief, all frightened to make comment on what had just flashed, quite literally, before their eyes, James's wide smile had taken on gargantuan proportions. Matilda was so pleased with herself, so thrilled at the experience, that she was jumping up and down on the table in glee. Her heels making such a clatter that it seemed impossible that nobody could hear them. It was a sight which would have pleased any red blooded male, especially her breasts which seemed to be dancing to a beat of their own. " Crumpled dragon's wings!" she shrilled out to James, who was desperately trying to hang on to her hand, " That was great! Did you see them? That was better than when my Auntie Mildred accidentally transfigured naked into a pub in Bath, rather than into the bath in her pub." Taking James's hand out from between her legs where it had somehow strayed, our now very excited little creature of delight called to him. " Plenty of time for that later I promise. I want to have a bit more fun with these guys." So, not waiting for his OK, she sat straight down on the table, knocking several glasses flying, none of the lads round the table even noticing, such was the level of their continued shock. Matilda leaned back, and then stretched herself out along the table, arching her back so that her lovely breasts thrust out, pulling her knees up a little as she allowed her thighs to fall open a bit. She then stretched her little fairy arms above her head, and laid there, a picture of wanton abandon, not something fairies are normally known for. " Right James. When I say GO, let go." She kept it simple, remembering he was after all only a number 8. " And when I say NOW, grab back hold of me. Have you got that?" James nodded that he had, fearful of the reaction of his pals when such a gorgeous naked nymphet suddenly appeared before their eyes. It wasn't helped by her next comment, which was to grab her back again after three minutes anyway, just in case she lost control a little bit. " GO!" she cried. Nothing happened. " I said GO." She shouted at him. " Oh yes, sorry." James responded, and let go of her left breast, which is what he had been left holding, too involved in how lovely and firm it was to have taken too much notice of her first call. A couple of mouths gaped open. Alf put his hands over his eyes in disbelief. Jeremy tried to say something, but unfortunately his brain had been put out of sync with his mouth and he yodeled aloud instead. Nigel continued to rub his injured knee, and missed the whole thing. Mike stood up, but his legs gave way and he fell over, knocking over Tim who was the only one capable of reacting, and trapping him on the floor. Eventually it was George, who had re-joined the group, and been telling them about the great time he'd had outside with Issy, no longer the Ice-Maiden, or indeed a maiden of any kind, that managed to say something. " Blimey, look at them tits. They're enormous. They're bloody huge." James made a grab for the fairy ankle in front of him, not waiting for her call, surprised at what he had just heard. His little fairy didn't have huge tits he thought angrily. A good size, nice and firm, perky as it were, the most perfect pair of boobs he ever did see. But not huge. He didn't like them too huge. Not too huge. " What are you doing?" Matilda shouted. " It had only just got going. Let go immediately." " But George said you had huge tits." Complained James, " and you haven't. I'm not standing for that." " Oh you idiot James." She replied kindly, a certain fairy tenderness in her voice, " They see me as they want to. I appear to them as their most desirable creature. Didn't I tell you that before?" And then even more tenderly, her face taking on a little sadness, " Hadn't you noticed? Didn't you realize? I'm especially designed just for you.......Oh James." James looked at her, and if he wasn't already, then he fell in love. Totally and utterly in love. She was indeed the most perfect creature he had ever seen. If a little on the small size at four foot four, but that came with the package of course, she was indeed exquisite. Designed to his dreams. " Your lovely." He said. " You're perfection. You're the girl of my dreams and I will never ever meet anyone that I could love like I love you now. I adore you. I worship you. I'm your slave and I'd go to the ends of the earth if you asked me. I'll do anything you ask of me, just ask and I'll obey." " Oh good." The fairy replied with a smile that could have melted cast iron, almost overcome by his declarations of affection. " Then let go of me bloody ankle so I can flash these geezers me tits and pussy again before they get too pissed and all pass out." Such a romantic request was impossible to refuse. So with a loving and caring smile on his face, which shouldn't be confused with a silly grin though they do look similar, he released his loved one's ankle, and in doing so caused four of his pals to pass out completely, falling to the floor, no longer able to accept what had happened so far that memorable Christmas eve evening. Of the five that were left, two stared drunkenly at their beers, and declared that they would never ever drink again, lost interest in everything around them, and joined tee-totallers anonymous the very next day. Mike turned to religion, and spent the next five years trying to sell his mates copies of the watchtower. Only two of them made it through. And boy, did they enjoy it, and of course it had to be Jeremy and Tim. They were however soon joined by two members of the opposing side, who had already missed their coach home after staying to watch Issy perform, and were by then already convinced that they should change sides for the following season. James was not just a little concerned when he saw all four close in on his fairy, surrounding the table where she was writhing around naked. She was after all HIS fairy, and even good mates should only be allowed so much leeway. When they started to touch her, or at least tried to, as she lay there before them, he was livid, but at a loss what to do. He watched them reach out for her, her breasts, her thighs, and indeed elsewhere, their hands searching but not finding, as his had done earlier. He saw their eagerness, their confusion, their frustration, but he also saw Matilda's pleasure, her sighs, her passion, as her body felt what her admirers could not. " Un ouef." he cried getting his languages somewhat confused in his anguish, only egging on the four to try even harder, till at last he found his scrambled brain could stand it no more. " This is no longer a yoke." He thought to himself, and grabbed at her ankle, even before the three minutes had passed. " Hey, what did you do that for."? The disappointed fairy called out. " Crikey, where's that gorgeous red head gone to?" demanded Jeremy. " Wow! What a cracking pair of knockers, they were gigantic." Mumbled one of the visitors. " Oh I do like black girls, specially really big fat ones like that." Added his rather weird mate. " What an attractive young man." Said Tim, making a potentially serious mistake. They all looked at him, but said nothing in their confusion. Nobody said nothing to nobody after that, but the prop and the hooker never felt entirely comfortable with their second row from that day on, and the showers tended to be far more subdued than they had been in their heyday. " Enough is enough." Stated James sternly, getting his English sorted out from his French. "It's time for us to get together." " Oh James, you're so masterful." Cried the pretty little fairy, and threw herself into his arms, declaring her love. And so in their invisible way, with the drunk and not so drunk crowd all around them, totally unaware of their presence, James lovingly laid his petite love gently down on the soft and welcoming velvet of the sofa, affectionately caressed her wonderful silky smooth breasts, uttering loving sweet nothings into her tiny wonderfully sculptured ear lobes, as he carefully stroked her body, taking his time to work his love up to a fever pitch of loving desire, and then screwed the arse off her for the next hour and seventeen minutes. Fairies, especially Christmas fairies, are not used to this sort of treatment, but they are known to be adaptable creatures, and though only two hundred and nine years old, hardly old enough to have gained any sexual experience at all, she took over and jumped on top of him, as soon as he began to tire. The tiny fairy girl was in raptures, never before having experienced such times. Her tears of pleasure welled up inside her, and though she did not notice it, a single tiny drop fell from her cheek and landed straight in the middle of James's broad chest. Now as we all know, a fairies tears of love are very special indeed; some say they give whoever they fall upon a single special best wish, but neither of them were aware of it, so neither of them knew of it, and the moment was passed. Nearly two hours later the celebrations in the clubhouse were finished, and so was James. The rugby men and their friends went home, and James fell fast asleep, so happy and contented that he could have slept through to the following afternoon. Which as it happened, is more or less what he did. He came too, feeling a bit dopey, but that was nothing new to our James. He opened his eyes, and all he could see was a white ceiling. Then white walls, and then a white door. " I'm in Whiteland " he thought, wherever that is. " Happy Christmas James." Said a familiar voice nearby, and he looked round to see Jeremy, with Mike and George stood alongside." We've been worried about you. You've been out since the ambulance bought you to the hospital, after you got that knock towards the end of the game." James looked at them trying to make sense of what had happened. He eventually worked out that he was in hospital, and that he'd been there since the day before. " We did win though didn't we."? He laughed feebly, " We showed them Queens how good we were." His three pals looked at one another with worried expressions, all waiting for one of the others to speak. " No!" said Mike at last, taking the lead, the way solicitors clerks tend to do in a crisis, " No I'm afraid we didn't. But we held them to 68- 3, and it could have been less if you hadn't dropped that ball in front of our post." " Twice!" added George, regretting it when he saw James's face crumple. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry." Mumbled James, feeling more crushed than he had ever before in his life. To discover that his little Christmas fairy had all been a dream; that it hadn't really even happened was terrible, but to have let the side down was just too much. " Still George here cracked the Ice-maiden. Quite a night it was that you missed." Broke in Jeremy. Then the nurse arrived, a quite pretty one, with nice green eyes, and ushered them all out, telling them that her patient needed rest. " How about a nice cup of tea?" she asked James, after wishing him seasonal cheer. " Oh Gosh I wish my beautiful little fairy was real. I wish I could have her back." Thought James as the nurse left his room, rubbing his sore head, and reaching for the middle of his chest, where an odd burning sensation had suddenly appeared. The door re-opened and the nurse popped her head around it. " You've got one more visitor waiting if you feel up to it, an Australian girl." James could only think of two Aussie girls, one, from Perth, very pretty but a pain in the backside, and one from Melbourn, not so pretty but quite a nice girl, and a really good lay. "Australian you say." He asked thinking his luck might just be on the up. Which part of Australia, Which town? Do you know?" The pretty nurse laughed, her lovely little nose wrinkling up most attractively as she did so. " I've no idea." She answered. " I don't even know if she's Australian really, but only Australian parents would call their daughter Matilda these days. Pretty little thing though, long blonde hair and a lovely smile if that helps." " Yes. Yes, please send her in," responded James enthusiastically, propping himself in the bed, having no idea at all, how his single special best wish had come true, but looking forward to the rest of his Christmas day. Christmas Treats This is a stand-alone story, but it does follow in a sequence, which runs as follows: A New Dawn Chapters 1-6 Making New Connections A Pub Game _________________________ It was two weeks before Christmas and to be honest, I wasn't looking forward to going home. I had settled into the routine of studying during the week and behaving demurely, and then spending weekends with Alex, where I would dress in outrageous clothes, we would watch porn all day and fuck all night. And every Saturday night we went next door, where Gladys would cook us a meal and I would wear something wildly exhibitionist, and everyone would talk about my body and the things I had got up to. Neither Gladys nor her husband Alfred ever touched me or made a move on me, but the effect of each evening where they commented on my breasts or legs, was to get me to a state of heightened arousal, so that by the time we got through the door of our own house, I was stripping the clothes off Alex. I know it had the same effect on Gladys and Alfred as we heard their bedsprings squeaking and Gladys moaning several times. So, I had no real desire to go back home to my quiet village for three weeks and act like the timid, polite girl all my family and friends believed me to be. Alex felt the same, for although we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, we were united by our secret sexual existence. Our other housemate, Paul, would have been surprised that Alex and I were having sex together, and that I got up to such wild sexual adventures, as he guessed nothing of this and probably felt himself to be the experienced man of the house, frequently coming in drunk and swearing loudly. He was devoted to his girlfriend, Tina, and we rarely saw him at weekends. I had met her once, she was very fashionable and gave an air of confidence that immediately made you feel inferior. Because of this I had ignored her and she had been cool with me, obviously not seeing me as sufficiently trendy or interesting enough to be worth any effort on her part. I think she was studying fashion in Manchester. I was walking home after lectures when Gladys came out of her house. "Hello Dawn," she sounded surprised. She pointed at my clothes - a long loose skirt and a thick jumper with an unflattering bra underneath so my breasts were just a vague lump. "You know, I can never get used to seeing you in normal clothes. I could pass you in the street, you look so different." "Well, I can't go around with my tits on show all the time Gladys." "No, and it makes it special that it's us that you do it for." She leaned closer and whispered secretively, "I've been meaning to thank you. Ever since you started coming around on Saturday nights Alfred has been a lot more, you know, attentive. We've had a real spark back in our marriage." I nudged her, "I know, we've heard you, going at it like a pair of teenagers." She blushed, "ooh, dear. Sorry about that." "Don't be silly, I think it's great. Besides, I'm sure you've heard Alex and me a few times also." "Well, yes, we have love, but we quite like it. You two are younger than us though, we can't go on for as long as you do." "Oh, that's Alex," I said, "he just wants to carry on forever." "Do you want to come in for a cuppa? We can have a chat then, and also, I found some more outfits. I thought as this Saturday would be your last one before Christmas, I'd do a nice Christmas meal and you could wear something special. Alfred's popped over to see his brother for the day, so it'd give me a bit of company." After we had some cake and tea, Gladys fetched a box of clothes down from her bedroom. "Let's work through these," she said, pulling out a black leather miniskirt. "Shall we be naughty and have a Christmas drink while we do it?" "Why not?" I was examining a see-through dress, with strategic flowers embroidered over the nipple and crotch areas. "Did your daughter really wear these clothes?" Gladys came back in with two large glasses of gin. "Not all of them I think. She just liked to design them, you know to see how far she could go. Try that one on first. You can get changed here." Feeling quite relaxed in front of Gladys, I stripped off and threw my clothes behind a chair. I pulled the dress on. It was a brown chiffon that went down to my ankles, and the cut was lovely, it hugged my body exaggerating the curves. The tiny flowers were made of light cotton, but Gladys's daughter obviously had smaller aureola than I, since mine created a dark circle around the flower, drawing your attention to it. I have never been good at false modesty, and I when I looked in the mirror I thought I looked very sexy. Gladys agreed, "I wish Alfred could see you in that. I think he'd take me straight upstairs!" She was enjoying herself. "It is a case of being clothed is definitely sexier than being naked." I noticed my nipples were hardening and this lifted the flowers upwards, so that they were sitting on top of the nipple, pointing towards the ceiling. "I think you're getting excited at your own reflection there," Gladys smirked. I blushed at my own vanity, "I know, terrible isn't it? Maybe this dress is a little too revealing once this happens, and the brown is a bit dated looking. Let's try something else." Next I tried on the black leather miniskirt and a tiny black leather bra. The skirt made my bum look fabulous and the shiny smooth material longed to be touched. "It doesn't feel like dinner wear though does it?" I observed. The next item was a small dress made of light cotton. It consisted of two parts, the top stopped just along my nipple line, so the bottom half of my breasts was exposed. From this two strings in the front and two in the back connected to a short skirt that again stopped halfway down my buttocks. The waist of the skirt was elasticated, so the two strings in front indented into the bottom half of my breasts. "Oooh," said Gladys. "As I said my daughter isn't as big as you up top, so I think it came a bit lower on her. Doesn't cover much downstairs does it?" Looking in the mirror I could see some of my red pubic hair peeking out from beneath the skirt like a nervous mouse. I wanted to reach down and touch it. Ever since my experience during my summer trip around Europe, I had found dressing up in clothes that exposed me to be tremendously erotic. On Saturdays I would quite often wear skimpy outfits around the house, or underwear while I did the cleaning. This excited Alex, the juxtaposition of the sexual with the everyday, but it also excited me and by lunchtime both of us would be unable to bear it any longer and would either be naked masturbating opposite each other (Alex's preference), or having furious sex on the lounge floor (my preference). As our kitchens faced each other over a low wall, Gladys and Alfred often got a sight of these outfits also and usually waved their approval. "I think if Alfred sees you in that he'll be whisking you upstairs, never mind me love," Gladys was trying to tug the top down to cover my breasts but as my nipples hardened this made it rise up further. "Oh dear. Still, never mind. I would say that one is the winner so far." I was about to reply when the door opened and a woman called 'yoohoo, Gladys. It's only me!" Gladys flustered, quickly shoving my clothes behind the sofa. "Quick, quick," she whispered, pushing me into the kitchen and closing the door. I heard the lounge door open and several people enter and conversation start. I sat on the work surface, waiting for the people to leave. Ten minutes later Gladys came in. "I'm making them tea," she whispered. "Then hopefully they'll go. It's just Brenda, an old friend of mine with her son. Just popped in to say Merry Christmas." "How long will they be?" I asked. "I'm cold out here." "Shhh," she said. "I'll make you a cuppa." She left and I sat up on work surface area drinking my tea. Five minutes passed and I could still hear conversation coming from the lounge. Still feeling frisky from trying on the different outfits, I began idly stroking my exposed pussy, just lightly brushing the hair and the entrance. I began thinking about the sex Alex and I had had the previous Saturday. He has remarkable stamina and after three hours of trying almost every position he still had not climaxed, although I had come several times. In an attempt to get him to orgasm, we had put on his favourite porno movie and he fucked me from behind while watching it. Eventually, at about three in the morning he had come with a loud grunt, while I had my fourth orgasm. Thinking of this I slid one finger inside my pussy, and slowly worked it in and out. I brought one leg up on the counter and slipped a second finger in. It felt very relaxing and closing my eyes I leant back against the kitchen cabinets and began rubbing my clitoris with my other hand. Since knowing Alex I had increased the amount I masturbated, and I had to admit, I sometimes enjoyed it better than sex. I could feel that wonderful flooding of chemical release now, and like getting drunk I knew I was entering a phase where I would soon stop acting logically. My pussy was now very wet and I was aware of mild slurping sounds as I increased my attention to it. I opened my eyes and saw in the kitchen opposite – my kitchen – Paul's girlfriend, Tina, staring open-mouthed at me, a cup of coffee in her hand. I had forgotten she had come down that day and was in the house on her own while Paul was playing football. She was looking fashionable again, with dark, razor cropped hair, retro make-up and a tight fitting black zip top with some obscure logo across it. I jerked upright in shock and one hand came up to my mouth. However, I had reached that stage now and the other hand continued rubbing my clit, almost of its volition. I noticed then that with her free hand which was out if sight below the sink, she was rubbing her crotch. Taking a gamble, I then gave her a naughty smile and sucked on my fingers, which were damp with my own love juices. She responded with an equally mischievous grin and indicated that I should lift my top up. I did so and began to massage my large breasts, sucking on my erect nipples in the way I had seen countless women perform in Alex's porn videos. From the movement of her elbow I could tell she was rubbing herself more vigorously. I then pointed to her and made a sign of showing me her breasts. She shook her head, which disappointed me. Then she put down her coffee cup and beckoned me over with her finger, which she then traced around the outline of her tits. Feeling quite wanton with lust now, I jumped down off the counter and out of the back door. Wearing my flimsy outfit I scrambled over the back wall and into the kitchen, hoping none of the houses backing on to us had seen me. Tina was sitting on our table. She giggled, "I never knew you were like this Dawn. Paul didn't tell me." "He doesn't know," I said, standing in front of her and rubbing her thighs. She was smaller than me, with a lithe figure. Her brown eyes were accentuated by the make-up she was wearing and these now gleamed up at me, with a mixture of apprehension and impishness. "Oooh," she said, rubbing my shoulders, "I bet he doesn't. This would just about blow his mind." I leant forward and kissed her. She hesitated momentarily and then responded pushing back against my lips and her arm coming around my neck. Breaking free she said, "Dawn, I've never done it with a woman before. But lots of my friends at college are lesbians and I think I should try it. Will you help me?" Abbi, the girl I had met during the previous summer holiday had been my only female lover before, but like surviving train crashes, any experience makes you an expert. This knowledge gave me a surge of power, I was the one in control here, and all of Tina's previous aloofness evaporated. Nibbling her neck I whispered in her ear "Oh, yes, Tina. My only question is how many times do you want to come?" "Oooh, promises, promises," she tittered. I pulled down the zip on her top and opened it up. Her medium-sized boobs looked big on her small frame, and in her uplift black bra, I couldn't resist kissing them while I reached around to unclip the bra. She pushed my head onto her chest saying "I think you've got great tits Dawn. Funny I'd never realised it before, but they are massive." As I freed her tits, which had a nice upturn to them and dark brown nipples that matched her eyes, I said, "yours aren't bad either." I then took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked hungrily, while quickly undoing the large silver buckle on her jeans. She lifted her bum off the table and I quickly tugged them down. With a shimmy of her legs they dropped to the floor. She pulled at my top and the fragile strands connecting the top and the bottom snapped. She laughed, "I won't even ask where you got this number from, but it certainly works." I pushed my tits up toward her and she leant down, licking around my nipple. It was such a turn-on to know this was the first breast she had ever sucked. After some careful attention she drew in a large amount of my breast, pulling it down into her mouth. I could feel my nipple pushing against the roof of her mouth. You could tell she was a novice at it, rather like an over-eager teenager, but that was easily outweighed by the excitement of seeing this beautiful girl looking up at me with her lovely eyes as she gobbled, licked and sucked my boobs. I slid my hand inside her knickers and she gave a little shiver as my fingers touched her pussy. There was again that moment's hesitation and then she parted her legs and I slid the tip of my finger in. I stroked it upwards and parted her lips, to stroke her clitoris. She stopped sucking my breasts and leant back, moaning softly. I pulled her knickers down to her knees and said "you have a lovely little body Tina." "Stop talking and lick me out for God's sake," she whimpered. I kissed my way down her body, over her the slight pot of her tanned stomach, down to the start of her trimmed pubic hair and then pulling her legs apart I gave her clit two quick licks. She shuddered and pulled my head in. Using one hand to finger fuck her I licked her clitoris vigorously, flicking it with the tip of my tongue and then pushing long licks down its length. It was a beautiful sight to look up and see her boobs quivering and her chocolate nipples pointing towards the ceiling. "Uhmmm," she moaned, stroking my hair. "God that feels good Dawn. Keep doing it. Yes, there, just there." I wasn't sure if she referring to the position I had my fingers in, which was around the mythical G-spot or where I was licking her, so I continued both. This worked immediately and she pushed her pussy firmly into my face, clutching handfuls of hair. "Yes, yes, that's it. My God that is good. Don't stop." Although I thought I couldn't increase my pace anymore, I managed a final burst and Tina responded by wrapping her legs around my neck and clamping me in. I found it hard to breath and just when I thought I would have to break away she dug her nails into my shoulder. "My God! I'm coming, really coming. Oh fuck! You fucking dyke I'm coming." She increased her grip on me and then a flood of juice melted onto my hand and trickled out. Her grip relaxed and I slowed down my attentions. She lay back on the table, and I stood up. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. I climbed on top of her, smiling. She kissed me and smiled back weakly, "phew, I thought maybe you lezzies missed out on something, but now I know different." Stroking her hair back from her face, where it was matted with sweat, I said, "I'm not a lesbian. I sort of go both ways. I just like adventures you know." "Ooh, there really is more to you than meets the eye isn't there Dawn?" "Maybe, although do you like what meets the eye now?" "Oh yes," she was running her carefully trimmed nails along my thigh. I took her hand and placed it in my crotch. "Put your finger inside me," I whispered. "I'm not.." she began and stopped as I gripped her hand and pushed it to my pussy. She ran a finger along my pussy and lips and tentatively slipped a finger in. "You've got to make me come now Tina. It's the dyke's code of honour," I joked. She kissed me quickly, "in that case I don't have any choice do I?" "I don't see any." She pushed another finger into my wet pussy and returned to kissing my breasts. After a few minutes of this, I pushed her head downwards and she resisted only a little. I was so turned on by having a girl virgin go down on me that I almost came on the first contact of her tongue. "Sorry if I'm not doing it right," she said. "You're doing just fine Tina, just fine." She copied my technique and soon she was lapping away at my clit while sliding four fingers of her petite hand in and out of my enflamed pussy. With all the excitement of that afternoon I knew I wouldn't last long. Then she switched so her tongue was thrusting in and out of me, while her hand rubbed my clit. She pushed her face in deeper and I could feel her tongue stroking the inside of me. I was rubbing her arms with increased pressure as the excitement built in me. "That's it Tina. That is nice, mmmmm. You can do this again. Will you do it again? I miss having a sexy girl to make love to. Maybe we should put on a show for Paul? Do you think he'd like that? The two of us fucking each other. I'm coming Tina, don't stop, that's it." I could tell she was enjoying herself now, changing the angle of her approach and really working me hard. I pulled her up to me so we could kiss and she continued to finger me. I came as we kissed, pulling her mouth firmly on to mine, our lips sticky from each other's juices and our tongues wrapping around each other frantically. With a sigh I laid back on the table. "That was nice, thank you." She lay next to me, both of us staring at the ceiling in silence for a while. "You know what you said – about doing it again?" she asked with trepidation. "Yes?" "Well, I enjoyed it. You know that. But I don't think we should. I love Paul and I don't want to upset that. I just wanted to try it you know? Are you angry with me?" I laughed, "Tina, I rarely have sex with the same person twice. I wasn't expecting a relationship. Having you once is a privilege, so thank you. And don't worry, next time you see me, I'll be quiet and shy again. Paul will never guess." She kissed me, "thank you." Then with a flash of her mischievous smile again she added "you dyke." I laughed and hopped off the table. "I'd best get back next door." "Yes, what is the deal there? Is that old woman your lover?" "No, it'd take too long to explain, but it's just some fun. Anyway Paul will be back soon won't he?" She looked at the clock and quickly pulled her clothes about her "God yes. Imagine if he'd caught us like that. He wouldn't have known whether to be disgusted or turned on." "Knowing men, I'd say turned on." I gave her another quick kiss, and then climbed back over the wall and into Gladys's kitchen again. I sat at her table and with a final wave Tina left our kitchen and disappeared from sight. A few minutes later Gladys came back in. "They've gone," she said. "My dear, you look a bit flustered. Are you okay?" She placed a hand against my head which was warm and sweaty. "Oh dear, I think you might be coming down with something. Better get your clothes on and go home to bed." As I stood up she noticed the broken straps on the outfit. "How did that happen?" "Oh, I... it must have happened when I jumped up on the counter there. Sorry." "Never mind, maybe that wasn't right for Saturday night anyway. I hope we'll still see you then." "Yes, of course." I got changed back into my normal clothes. I felt rather like a superhero getting back into their civilian clothes after some daring rescue and returning to the normal world where everyone else is unaware of your special powers. Christmas Treats Back in my house Paul was back. Tina was sitting on the sofa next to him as they watched some quiz show. "Hello you two," I said nonchalantly as I went through to the kitchen. "Hi Dawn," Paul replied, distracted as he started kissing Tina, who didn't say anything, but gave me a wink as I went upstairs. "You did what?" Alex was incredulous. It was Saturday morning and with the house to ourselves, I was sitting opposite him wearing a maroon half bra with firm support, and white panties. My nipples just poked out of my thrusting breasts and Alex had been idly rubbing himself while he drank his tea and ogled my cleavage. With my statement he had stopped both activities. "I fucked Tina on Wednesday. And she fucked me. Here on this table." He stared at the table as if the scene might re-enact itself. "What, Paul's Tina?" "Yes." Now he looked cowed, "did you fuck Paul as well?" He was trying to sound nonchalent, but this was the first time I had detected a note of jealousy in him. Usually he was turned on by my exposing myself to or fucking other men. "No, and you must never tell him." "Okay," he said, brightening up. He quickly fished his cock out of his pyjamas and started masturbating in front of me. Once we had got over his initial shyness about this, he now seemed to do it at the slightest provocation. "But you've got to give me every detail." "I bet you've wanked about her a few times haven't you?" "Oh yes," he said. That was another admirable thing about Alex, he never lied about such things, it just never occurred to him. "Especially when she stays here some nights and you can hear them both going at it." I giggled, "I know. It's not fair is it? You and I are lying in separate beds, both wanking furiously listening to them going at it and we can't get together." "Maybe we should next time, just sneak into my room for a quick one." "There's no such thing as a quick one with you though is there Alex? They'll have finished before long and you'll still be going at it." "True. Anyway, tell me what happened. I can't believe you got it together with Tina. I never knew she was that way inclined." He reached over with his free hand and without looking at me pulled both my nipples out so they were fully exposed. Then settling back he continued masturbating, staring at them. He often did this, staging me as his own personal piece of pornography. I think he had become so accustomed to porn that it was the reality for him, and he tried to make real life match it. That was why he often preferred to masturbate instead of having sex, although I had managed to convince him of the pleasures of a good fuck. I didn't mind him posing me, in fact it turned me on. On a Saturday afternoon he would often have me dress in certain clothes and act out photo sets from his magazines. So I had pretended to be a policewoman, a construction worker, and a teacher, unstripping slowly and striking particular poses while he wanked himself. Although it sounds odd, I had learnt a lot from it. I knew exactly what gestures, expressions and positions really turned men on. For instance, it would probably not have occurred to me that the underneath view, so when you stand over someone and they see the underside of your breasts appearing over your pussy could be so stimulating. It also informed my understanding of seducing women, which after my experience with Tina, was something I had realised I wanted to do more of. I told him the story of how Tina and I had made love and he pressed me for details throughout, demanding to know more about the shape of her breasts, what she said as she orgasmed, what it felt like having her go down on me and so on. As I recalled the events I slipped my hand inside my knickers and joined him in an increasingly frenzied masturbation session. Unlike Alex however, this is not always enough for me, and soon I was sitting on his lap, stroking his cock and pushing my tits into his face. Succumbing to my demands, he lifted me up and eased his cock into me. I moaned softly, half caught in the pleasure of the present and half in the memory of my encounter with Tina. "Promise me one thing Dawn," he said slurping on my breasts. "Mmhhmm," I was biting my lip as I slid myself up and down on him. "If you ever get to fuck her again, let me join in." "Oh yes. That would be great. I'd love to fuck both of you. God she was so horny Alex, I'd love to see your cock going in and out of her, while I sucked her lovely dark nipples. Then when you'd finished with her, I'd take over and we'd make her come over and over again." "Oh God, yes." He lifted me up onto the table. "Is this where you fucked her? Is this where she came?" He was pistoning in and out of me now, his thighs shaking with the effort. "Yes," I urged him on, knowing that the mental imagery was getting him more excited than the physical sensation. "This is where she squealed as I licked her pussy. God, fuck me Alex, fuck me like I'm her. Fuck me with that lovely cock of yours." And with that he increased his rhythm, "God yes. Oh God, I love it." I could feel my orgasm coming already. I tend to orgasm quite easily if I find the situation erotic. I've often wondered if this is why I like having this type of sex so much – I'm rarely disappointed. But I knew Alex would carry on for some time usually. "I'm coming Alex, I want you to come with me. That's it, fuck me, fuck Tina. Yes, come on." He groaned and closed his eyes, slamming me further up the table. "Yesss. I'm coming." "Come on Alex," I screamed, "come inside me." And with that he pushed himself deep inside me and I felt his spunk shoot in me as I started to come, clawing at his arms and he dug his fingers into my buttocks as he lifted me up. Then we both collapsed on the table, panting heavily. He kissed me tenderly, probably the first time he had ever done so and said, "Mmm, thank you Dawn, that was lovely." I was concerned that maybe he was getting a bit emotional and although we were friends and lovers we weren't a boyfriend and girlfriend. I tweaked his arm, "hey, don't thank me, thank Tina." Recovering himself he smirked, "I meant what I said about if ever you and her..." "Sadly, I don't think that will happen. She made it clear it was a one-off." "Pity." He climbed off the table and went to the bathroom. "What are you wearing tonight?" he called out as he washed himself down. "Oh, I think you'll like it," I replied. "Wow!" Alex breathed as I stepped into the room. "My God Dawn, I think that is the sexiest thing you have ever worn, and that's saying something." "Why thank you Alex. Glad you like it, it took me long enough to get on." I was wearing a black corset which laced up at the front. It was incredibly tight and pushed all my flesh upwards. My boobs had never seemed so big, I could practically rest my chin on them. Their size was further exaggerated by the increased slimness of my waist, so they seemed to project away from my body an incredible amount. This corset was obviously a boob fetishist's dream. I was also wearing black fishnet tights and, as with my boobs, the corset exaggerated the length of my legs by cutting away at the side. The fishnet became denser around the crotch area and as the corset dipped down in the front I had decided not to ruin the effect by wearing knickers. With such an outfit only high heals were appropriate of course so I had on some three inch black stilettos, which again accentuated my legs. I felt like I was all tits and legs, that the corset transformed me into just sexual components, which was fine by me. Alex immediately started rubbing himself, "hey, stop that." I told him. "We're going to dinner remember?" "I can't help it Dawn. I've never seen anyone look like that, it's even better than in my magazines." Only Alex could mean that as a compliment I thought. "Well, I'm pleased it turns you on, it's bloody uncomfortable and I can barely breathe." This was true. I had used various techniques to pull the laces tight and now felt slightly giddy. "I think old Alfred will have a heart attack when he sees you in that." "It's a Christmas treat." I put my coat on and Alex offered me his arm. Linking my arm through his, I tottered next door. Gladys opened the door, and once she removed my coat her reaction was much the same as Alex's. "Oh, my, Dawn. That certainly is a special outfit for Christmas. Give us a twirl." I turned around for her and she nodded approvingly. "Come on in. Let Alfred see this." She led me into the front room. Alfred was standing up from the sofa, ready to greet me. He stopped and simply gawped at me. "Alfred, you're dribbling love," Gladys mocked him. He shook his head, "oh, oh right. Sorry Dawn. How are you?" He kissed me on the cheek. "What do you think of our Dawn's outfit then Alfred?" Gladys asked. "I must say it is lovely. You look absolutely gorgeous Dawn." "Thank you. I see you two have dressed up too." Alfred was wearing a dark suit and Gladys had on a smart floral dress. "See how you're letting us down Alex?" Alex looked down at his usual jeans and jumper and shrugged, grinning playfully. "Well it is a special occasion and I think you more than make up for him. Come and sit down, I've cooked a lovely dinner." As we sat down at the table I realised that my dress choice was going to be even more problematic than I had anticipated. I hadn't practiced sitting down in it and found that it wasn't really designed for comfort. It was very hard and inflexible so it didn't bend as I sat down. Instead it pushed my boobs up higher, and dug into my thighs. When I reached for my glass of champagne I felt as though I was reaching around an object in front of me and drinking over the top of it, my boobs were now projected so high and far out. It also made breathing even more difficult. "Is it uncomfortable love?" Gladys asked, noticing my discomfort. "Yes, slightly awkward. Not to worry though, I'll get used to it." Gladys served the starter, and more champagne was poured. We talked about our plans for Christmas. I began to feel quite flushed, what with the champagne and breathing restrictions. The Christmas dinner came next and I soon felt the tightness of the corset on my stomach as I ate some food. Feeling uncomfortable I didn't eat too much, instead focusing on the champagne. The conversation turned to my outfit. "I've never seen that outfit, is it one we gave you?" "Yes, it was in the first box. I wasn't sure I would fit into it." "I'm not sure you are Dawn." This was Alfred. He pointed to my right breast, the nipple of which was now half exposed, as if it was trying to escape the stifling garment. "It is most...well flattering. I've never seen your breasts look quite so amazing. They just seem to go on for miles." "It comes at a price I'm afraid," I giggled, and realised I was feeling more drunk than I had thought. "I can barely breathe and my tits feel as though they are being squeezed." "Maybe you could undo it a little?" Gladys suggested. "Not without my tits coming out. Would that put any of you off your food?" "No, although I might like to put some of my food on them," Alex joked. "Well, as it's Christmas we'll see." I untied the lace at the front and pulled the strings apart. My right nipple popped out immediately. I hauled out my left one, so they now both poked over the top of the hard corset edge. I took a few deep breaths which made my chest heave up and down. The other three had all stopped eating and were staring at my breasts. "Phew, that's better," I said. "Yes, I think it is," Alfred commented. I looked at him as this wasn't like him and he gave me a wink. Maybe he was feeling the effects of the champagne too. "I'll get dessert," Gladys said and returned with chocolate gateau. "Who wants cream?" she asked. "Actually, I'll have nipple with mine," Alex said. "You did say we could Dawn." Before I could say anything he had scooped out my right breast so that the corset now went underneath it. I felt like a spectator, as if I wasn't responsible as he pasted a large amount of gateau over the nipple and then licked the dollops off, before taking a large amount of my breast in his mouth and sucking greedily. When it emerged again, it was moist and clean. Alfred and Gladys just watched, amazed. "Oh, right," Gladys said. "And you Alfred?" She offered the cream jug forward. He looked sheepish. "Could I have the same as him please?" I looked at Gladys. She raised her eyebrows and said, "well it is Christmas I suppose." So Alfred copied Alex's action, tugging my left breast free and then smearing a large quantity of chocolate gateau in a circle around the nipple. Then he said, "I think I will have cream as well." He took the jug and poured some cream over my breast. I shuddered with the cold as it pooled in my cleavage and dribbled onto the black corset. Then Alfred stemmed its flow with two long licks around my breast, before concentrating on the gateau, which he licked and nibbled off delicately, before cleaning my breast with several careful slurps and a final suck. I looked at Gladys as he did this and she just smiled indulgently. When Alfred had finished, he sat back and said "Mmm, lovely." I felt I had to offer so I asked, "Gladys?" sticking my chest forward. "I think I'll just have cream all the same, love." I took a long gulp of Champagne and this gave Alex another idea. "Oh, let me try it with that," he said. He took a gulp from the bottle and then latched onto my breast. I could feel the bubbles tingling my nipples as he flicked his tongue back and forwards over my nipple. "Ooh, that tickles," I cooed. Sure enough Alfred then wanted to try. He too took Champagne in his mouth and then inserted my nipple. A dribble of champagne escaped and he slurped as he tried to complete the seal. He rolled his tongue around my nipple and sucked it down, then nibbled it between his teeth. I pulled back in surprise and the champagne poured out, onto my lap. "Oops," I said. My nipples were now both very erect. Commenting on these Gladys said, "looks like you're enjoying it mind." "It's just the champagne was cold," I protested. "Of course love." She smiled at me. "I was going to suggest some party games after dinner. I had Trivial Pursuit in mind, but that seems a bit tame now doesn't it?" I realised that Alfred was still staring at my lap, where the champagne had spilt. "You're not wearing any knickers are you Dawn? I hadn't realised." "Oh Alfred, you are so slow sometimes," Gladys admonished him. "I've got a game then," Alex suggested. I somehow knew it wasn't going to be Scrabble. "Why don't we play Guess the Object. We blindfold Dawn and she has to get which object we give her." His suggestion wasn't met with much enthusiasm, so he continued. "But we get to decide how she gets to feel the object." "Ahh, I see. Yes that sounds good," chirruped Alfred. "I can see that might be more fun that Trivial Pursuit," Gladys added. They all looked at me then, and I didn't have the heart to let them down. "Well, it is Christmas I suppose." Before I could say anything else, Alex was putting Albert's tie around my head like a blindfold. They turned my chair around so I was facing in to the room. I felt incredibly aroused now, envisaging the sight I must have made, with my boobs hanging out over my tight corset, glistening with the moisture of Alex and Albert's saliva. I opened my legs slightly and felt a cool breeze on my inflamed pussy. Alex said loudly, "I think those tights will have to be removed." He lifted my bum up and with two quick yanks pulled my tights down. I stretched out my legs so he could peel them off. "I'll go first," said Gladys, somewhat to my surprise. She lifted my chin up and I felt a big wodge of gateau being spooned in to my mouth and then some cream. It wasn't put in tidily and chocolate and cream smeared around my mouth and dropped on to my boobs. I correctly identified it, so Albert went next. I heard a tin open and then felt his fingers in my mouth. They were covered in thick sticky fluid, which it took me a while to recognise. I licked his fingers hungrily, and with a second handful he spooned the substance across my breasts. I realised this was going to be a messy game. "That's treacle," I said. The next thing I felt was Alex's lips on mine, kissing me noisily. He opened his mouth and was pushing a warm liquid into my mouth. It tasted of raspberries. He then pulled away and I heard the sound of a plastic bottle being squeezed and the raspberry liquid dropped on to my face and he drizzled it across my tits. I spat some out and said, "some kind of raspberry sauce." I wished I could see the state I must be in by now. Somebody was massaging all the various food stuffs into my breasts, making sure they worked my hard nipples. I wondered who it was, and found the not knowing very exciting. "Good," he said. "Now enough of food, and on to objects." He placed his hands on my thighs and pulled my legs apart some more. I knew where the objects were going. First of all I felt a hard, but flexible object nudge at the entrance of my pussy. I lifted my arse slightly and it slipped in. It was obviously a vegetable of some sort, but I was so aroused that it felt pretty good. Whoever was sticking it in me slowly slid it in and out and I reciprocated with my hip movements, fucking this vegetable in front of everyone. I let out a soft moan, "ooh, a cucumber?" "Courgette, actually love, but close enough" said Gladys. Had she been fucking me with it? To my chagrin it was removed at that stage. I sat eagerly waiting for the next item, my legs wide open, and my pussy obviously very wet. There was silence for a while, so I asked, "what's going on? I'm gagging for it here." "We're all having a good close look at your pussy Dawn," came the reply, again from Gladys. I realised they were all bending over, inspecting me. "Do you want someone to touch it?" "Yes please," I cried. "Then guess who's fingers are in you now." With that two fingers slipped inside me and slowly worked their way in and out. Again I reacted to this, pushing my hips forward on each inward stroke. I let out a groan as the pleasure built in me. I thought they weren't Alex's fingers, although I was surprised how difficult it was to tell. "Albert's?" I whimpered. "No, they're mine," Gladys said. "Do you mind?" "God no," I replied, again pushing myself against her fingers. Two hands were now rubbing my tits also and I was feeling close to coming. Then Gladys withdrew her fingers. I whimpered in protest. Her fingers were quickly replaced by something cold and hard that I immediately identified as a bottle. I was fucked quite vigorously by this and then someone was sucking and slurping hungrily on my left breast. I heard a zip being undone and then my head was turned around and cock was presented to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. I knew it wasn't Alex's cock so it must have been Albert's. I guessed it was Alex who was fucking me with the bottle, which meant Gladys was feasting on my tits. I pictured the scene and it sent me over the edge. I flicked my tongue furiously around Albert's helmet, and then pulled it out as I started to come. I continued to wank it energetically. There were some fingers rubbing my clit now, which was more than I could stand. "Oh, you bastards! I'm coming, really fucking hard!" I wrapped my legs around Alex's back and arched my back in the chair. A massive single jolt went through my body causing my hips to leap wildly in the air. At the same time I could feel Albert's cock convulsing in my hand. Warm jism splashed across my tits, mingling with the food stuffs. Albert grunted his approval. As I slumped back in the chair a second, unexpected jolt hit me and I let out a loud cry, before slumping forward. Christmas Treats All was silent for a while. Alex untied my blindfold and sat me back up. Albert was sheepishly putting his prick back in his trousers. Alex was beaming up at me with his customary boyish pleasure. Gladys was looking concerned, "you okay, love?" She was worried that they had gone too far, or I had been hurt. I looked down at the mess on my tits, the come, food and saliva all mixing together. I felt instantly horny again. I scooped a finger across my boobs, and licked off the collective goo. "Be quiet and kick my tits clean," I grinned. Christmas Tree Hunting Angela pulled up in the bumpy area of ground in the temporary Christmas tree sales lot that had been designated for parking. She turned the motor off, rolled down her window, and panned the area of the tree stands, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the semidark. Strands of dim lightbulbs ran in a grid pattern over the lot, held up by leaning two-by-fours, so she didn't have to wait long. The sounds of an irritated voice dressing someone down arrested her attention. About midway down one of the rows she could see, a tall, strongly built white man was waving a finger at a younger black man. Both of them looked pretty good to Angela, but the black guy looked more intriguing. And he was quite a bit younger than the guy who was giving him a talking to. ". . . do NOT want to get another call like that, Reggie," Angela could hear the older man say. "Half way home, he said, when the tree came off the car roof on the freeway." "Yes, sir. I'll make sure they're tied on good from now on," the black guy responded. He seemed to be genuinely remorseful, and he certainly was cowed by the older man, Angela thought. He was quite a hunk to be intimidated, though. A wrestler maybe? Or a football player. Whatever, he must be into bodybuilding. The older man was quite muscular too, his sweat shirt cut off to show his bulging biceps. Showing off? Angela wondered. It was pretty cold out here this evening to be dressed down like that. Well, he had a right to be proud of his guns. Angela waited for the performance to end and the two men to separate off into different rows of trees before she checked her makeup in the rearview mirror, got out of the car, and smoothed down her overcoat. She'd spent quite some time getting the look she wanted. Getting the look she wanted was getting more and more difficult with the passage of time. At least the dim lighting the strings of bulbs over the tree provided helped her cause. "Excuse me, ma'am, can I help you find a tree? We'll be closing in twenty minutes." Angela looked around to find that the older man, probably the manager of the stand, had found her as, her stiletto heels clicking in the thin layer of gravel on the paths, she walked down the row of trees where she'd last seen the young black guy—Reggie, she'd heard him called. The big bruiser of guy was practically leering at her—giving her a good up and down undressing look. She could see that she wouldn't have a bit of trouble landing him. But he was just like any man she could—and did—pick up down at the neighborhood tavern. Not as old as she was, of course, and in better shape than most in the tavern, but certainly not what she was shopping for this evening. But don't be too revealing about that, she told herself. She was shopping for a Christmas tree this evening. "Uh, I'm just looking around. If you close before I find something, I can come back tomorrow afternoon maybe. I'll be fine just looking around on my own." The man looked a bit disappointed. "Well, you need any help, I'm your man." He said it in such a way that he could be her man for more than just buying a Christmas tree. "I'm sure you are," she said sweetly, forgetting for a second that she was shopping for something else. Many had been the time that this muscle man would have hit the spot with her. At her age, forty in a guy could seem like the new twenty. Not this time, though. She'd already given thought to what she was in the mood for. Her slip of the tongue had brought a flash of "maybe" to the guy's eyes, and he took a step toward her, but she stepped back, signaling he was to come no closer, and then moved over, on clicking heels, to the next row through a gap in the tree stands. She had to repeat that maneuver a couple of times before she moved into the row where the young black guy—Reggie—was standing, holding a tree up, and looking at it speculatively, like maybe he'd buy it himself. "Yes, that's just the one. Yes, please hold it while I look at it from the other side." Angela turned on her sparkling smile that she knew men appreciated and walked to where Reggie was standing. She brushed by him, supposedly to see the tree he was holding from another angle, and, in doing so, lightly touched his upper arm. She left her hand there as she moved around him and was rewarded, she thought, with a slight shudder from the young man. "Yes, that will do nicely," she said. "But you're about to close, aren't you?" "No problem, lady." He named a price and she nodded her head like it was the best bargain she'd encountered all week. "I'll ring you up and then I can put it—" "On the top of my car, yes. But, oh dear," this given as an afterthought as she put on her "weak little me" expression, "Someone has to take it off the car at the other end, don't they? And take it into the house, and get it into a stand. Silly me. I hadn't thought of that. Maybe a much smaller tree?" She looked at him expectantly. "We do have some nice three- and four-footers one row over," he offered. "Well, I suppose. But I do so love this tree. I wonder what I could do." Again she smiled expectantly at the young man. "If I could just get someone to help me at the other end. You are about to close, aren't you?" "Yes, ma'am." "I don't live far from here. It might even be on your way home. I'd be happy to pay extra, say $25, if you'd follow me home and bring it in and put it in a stand for me." "I don't know . . ." "Oh, you're right. That would be worth $30, wouldn't it?" Apparently it would, as ten minutes later Reggie was tying the tree down on the roof of his car. She reasoned that since he was coming anyway and his car was a lot older than hers that the tree would be less likely to scratch his car. That it would be more likely to scratch any car it was strapped to didn't seem to make much sense didn't seem to dawn on Reggie. In addition to that, Angela could clearly see that she would have to tell him how better he could tie the tree down too—so it wouldn't go careening off the top of the car on the freeway. (She didn't live quite as close as she'd let on.) But she hadn't singled Reggie out for his brains. * * * * "That looks just perfect, Reggie. Thanks a bunch. It'll look great decorated and in lower light." Although the tree wasn't decorated yet, she'd been itching to dim the lights in the room ever since they'd entered and did so now. The lighting was all important. "Bet you haven't had your dinner yet, and I've delayed that for you, haven't I? I feel awful about that." "That's all right, Mrs. Walker. I was glad to do it." The process of getting the tree, about twice as wide as it had appeared in the lot, into Angela's living room had result in the two knowing each other's names—and Angela to do a bit more knowing touching of Reggie as she "helped" maneuver the tree into place. "You know what? It was a harder job for you than I'd thought it would be, and you must be starved. And I just remembered that I have a much larger steak thawed than I can eat myself. But then maybe you don't like steak." "Who the fuck . . . um, sorry . . . who don't like steak?" Reggie exclaimed. "Then you'll stay and let me fix you a nice steak?" "Um, I was going to watch the Ravens and Saints football game with friends. I'm late now." "You're already late? Oh, my, that's my fault, isn't it?" "Oh, no, I didn't mean—" "That game will start in about ten minutes, won't it? How long a drive is it to your friend's place from here." "Uh, probably twenty minutes, easy." "You'll miss a lot of the game then, won't you? Why don't you just watch the game here on my TV? Steak on a tray in front of the TV, right here." "Uh, I don't—" "And beer. I've got plenty of beer. Bud OK with you?" She clicked on the TV as Reggie was ruminating over that. The game was about to start, and he turned his attention to the TV set. "But look, we're still in our coats. Here, give me your jacket. I'll hang it up with my coat." She was shucking her overcoat and Reggie glanced away from the TV set at her and then his eyes fairly bugged out of his head. She was wearing a filmy black little thing under her coat. It was probably two sizes smaller than she should be wearing, and she now had rolled out her best weapons—she was busty and curvy. Nothing in the lighting could ruin busty and curvy. And those black stiletto-heeled shoes with the strap across the ankle really set the tone. "I don't know," he said in a tight little voice, hopefully feeling a tightness elsewhere, but she wasn't there to listen to him. She'd disappeared down a hall with his leather jacket, and there was little chance he'd be getting that back in the near future. Angela wasn't above taking hostages. "There then, you just relax and watch the game, while I rustle up those steaks," she said when she returned from the bowels of the bedroom area. He'd finished off his steak and was into his second beer half way through the first quarter of the game. He was sitting on the couch, facing the TV set. Angela swept away the TV tray. He'd been so concentrated on the steak, beer, and game that he hadn't noticed that Angela hadn't fixed anything for herself other than a tall glass of red wine. When she returned from the kitchen, she handed him another beer and stood behind him at the couch. She dared putting her hands lightly on his shoulders when play resumed after a commercial, and he didn't seem to notice that. At the next commercial, she said. "You seem to like football a lot. I bet you're a football player too. You're quite a chunk and a half. In a good way, of course." "Uh huh. Played it in high school. The trade school I'm going to doesn't have football, of course, but I play in a pickup league still." "And you must work out a lot too." "Yes, ma'am. Four days a week." She could tell that he was happy that she noticed he had a good body. Boy, did he have a good body, she thought. And boy was she in the mood for milk chocolate. "Trade school, you say? What are you training to do?" "Plumber. Next spring I'll have my license." Good to know, Angela thought. Good . . . to . . . know. She had been lightly massaging his shoulders. He either didn't notice or didn't mind. She dug in deeper. "Gee, you're tight. Bet it's hard work at the tree lot. And then probably doing heavy lifting at the school. You need to have these knots worked out. Do you mind?" The Ravens had the ball on the nine-yard line, third down. "Uh, no. Feels good." Fourth down on the one yard line. They were going for it. "I can get to the muscles better without this sweatshirt on. Let me pull it off." "Uh, OK." She barely had it off him when he was leaping up and pumping his fists in the air. "Touchdown, Ravens!" God, he looked good from the back. Broad shoulders down to a thin waist, bulging shoulder and arm muscles, luscious milk chocolate skin. A tribal tattoo in black ink extending across his upper back from triceps to triceps. A thick gold-chain necklace. Bulbous butt. Not a day over twenty. When he came back down, she began massaging his bare shoulders. When she'd moved the massaging down to his pecs and had her head down beside his and was sighing lightly, he either didn't notice or didn't care. She ran her fingers delicately across a Chinese ideograph on his left breast that he probably didn't even know the meaning of, and she felt him tremble a bit. But he didn't say anything. Her hand played with the gold chain. At the next commercial: "Bet you make the girls really wild." "I do all right." "Really? You're really a player with the girls?" "Damn right." Still, she only had half his attention. Each time the commercial changed, Reggie thought they'd be back in the game. And they were into commercials because the Ravens had called time out to ice the Saints' kicker, who was trying for a field goal. Tension time. "That's what all the guys muscled up like you say," Angela ventured. "Bet you spend all your time toning up that beautiful body of yours, though. Don't even know the girls who want you exist." "I spike plenty of girls. Women too," Reggie muttered, irritated at the start of another commercial rather than the game. "See." He fished a Magnum condom packet out of his pocket and tossed it onto the coffee table. He maybe hadn't even realized he'd done that. Just reacting to a challenge like he'd do to the friendly taunt of a buddy if he'd made it to his friend's house to watch the game. The TV was back on the game and he was concentrating on the kick. "Damn," he muttered. The field goal had been good. Angela was feeling like she'd scored a field goal too. A Magnum condom. Yummy. As the first half was coming to an end, Angela moved around and sat at the other end of the sofa from Reggie, whose eyes were glued to the tube. The Ravens had fumbled the ball and the Saints were knocking on the door again. She leaned down and unstrapped her stiletto heels and tossed them to the side. She could take clothes off too. Angela was aching to have him knocking at her door. She didn't sit straight in the sofa; she turned her back to the arm, jutted her chest up and out, and lifted her right foot, bent her leg, and planted the foot behind the sofa cushion. Her tight skirt was riding up on her thighs and she wasn't wearing panties. Spread her knees a bit. Reggie was getting a clear snatch shot—if he'd just run with the ball. Or the balls, she thought, with an inward chuckle. Bet his were the size of tennis balls. "It's half time," she said in a small Betty Boop voice. "Yep," he answered, taking a big swig of his fourth beer. "Came at a great time. The Saints ran out of time before running out of field. Ravens will have the ball to open the second half." "Wonder what we could do while we were waiting for half time to be over." Her voice still had the cooing tone in it. "Look, Mrs. Walker," Reggie said, turning his face to her. "If you want me to fuck you, just say so. All you have to say is that you want it. I'm good with fucking you." This was followed by possibly the longest pause in this dance of the night. "I want you to fuck me, Reggie." She laughed, although she was surprised. She'd lost the baby doll voice. She slipped down to the floor to kneel between his thighs; unzipped him; fished a hard cock out (wondering momentarily just how long this young stud had been hard. How hard had he made her work for what he wanted to give her anyway?); encircled it with both hands, one above the other; and opened her mouth over the purple mushroom cap. He widened his stance and held her head between his beefy hands, running his fingers into her long, bottle-blonde hair, popping bobby pins and a hairclip out of her hair and causing her hair to cascade down to her shoulders. No reticence, but no passion either. Just a suck is a suck and a fuck is a fuck. But that was enough for her. She pulled his trousers, briefs, and construction-worker boots off his legs and feet as she sucked his cock. He let her go for a few minutes—he obviously was enjoying the attention, and his dick was continuing to thicken and lengthen—but after only those few minutes, he reached down and pulled her up by grasping her sides, pushing her back into the sofa arm, lifting her left ankle onto his shoulder, and turning and pushing his knees under her buttocks. As he was doing that, Angela laughed and pulled her dress top down to her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra. He didn't seem self-conscious at all that all he was wearing were socks and his gold chain. He had no problem displaying his body. Angela had no problem enjoying that he did so. "They've cut pro football half times down to twelve minutes and we've already used four," he growled, as he slid and slid and slid inside her and almost immediately began to pump hard and fast. Somehow he'd managed to get the condom on, she saw, when, huffing up a storm to take him inside her, she glanced over at the coffee table to see the open packet. She would have felt the fool at working so hard for it, if he wasn't being so good at giving it to her. Naïve dummy? Yeah, right. In and out; in and out. "Oh, Christ, you big-cocked stud!" She barely had time to arch her back and pull his face in to give her tits a bit of attention before she felt him shuddering and filling the bulb of the condom. "Sorry," he said when he pulled away. "Been thinking of doing that since the tree lot." "That's OK, baby," she whispered. "If you open the drawer under the coffee table, you'll find more rubbers." He drew her close beside him on the couch, put an arm around her shoulders, his hand grasping a breast, a thumb thrumming an engorged nipple, while he diddled her cunt and finger fucked her with the other hand during the next commercial break. Throwing her head back on top of the sofa back and closing her eyes to concentrate fully on the sensations of what he was doing with his beefy fingers, Angela laid a hand on the one he was cupping her muff with, intending to guide him. But he obviously already knew exactly what to do with those fingers. Shuddering, she saw flashes of light behind her closed eyelids and felt very, very wet. She was panting and mewing when he fucked her again at the change of the third quarter into the fourth, her belly on the arm of the sofa, and his body folded over her, fucking her from behind. This time he went longer before ejaculating, a good five minutes of playing time into the fourth quarter—fifteen minutes by watch time. But initially the pumping was on a slowdown, as he had his head and much of his attention turned to the game. The climax—for her—came during a set of commercials while an injured player was being carted off the field and was everything she could have wanted. Attention for her now, picking up the stroke, diving deeper, thrusting harder, doing a corkscrew twist every fifth or sixth plunge, taking her breath away. No novice cocksmen this. Brutally squeezing her breasts. His hot breath on her neck, kissing her there, biting her there as she exploded . . . and then exploded again . . and yet again. Still pounding away, very much into the fuck now, Reggie rocked back on his knees, putting one hand on her belly and fisting her hair and bowing her head back to get stronger traction in his thrusts. Crying out "Oh, baby; oh, baby; oh, baby," Angela dug her claws into the fabric of the chair arm to hold position, aching for another climax, and screaming an "Oh, fuck, yessss!" when it came. Reggie wasn't done yet, though, and he fucked on. Commercials over, the pumping slowed down again and he covered her body close from above, as his attention became divided once more, until his flow came with a shared sigh and a falling away from her to a sitting position on the sofa and a reach for the can of beer. Angela extracted her claws from the sofa arm and turned onto her back in the corner of the sofa, panting and purring. She extended her left leg, moving her foot into Reggie's lap, pushing her toes under his balls and lifting his still half-hard cock. Toying with the shaft with her foot, half hoping for another go at the end of the next quarter. How many quarters did a football game have anyway, she wondered. But Reggie was totally engrossed in the game again, and his cock continued going flaccid. Angela didn't mind. She had had what she wanted inside her. Mama had had herself a young, hung, black muscle stud fucking her. She had a special affinity for that combination: young . . . hung . . . black . . . muscle . . . stud. "Touchdown," he cried out, as he stood up from the couch, pushing her foot aside, and saluted the screen with his beer can. "Absolutely," Angela murmured dreamily, although there was little chance Reggie heard her. He was up and ready to leave as soon as the game was over, exultant because the Ravens had won. If he was exultant at having gotten laid too—twice, and sucked in the bargain—he didn't mention it.