0 comments/ 17618 views/ 2 favorites Mistletoe Inspirations Ch. 01 By: Karyn Gardenia The soft breeze of brisk winter air coming through the window chilled her as she closed the bathroom door behind her. The little decorative window had probably been opened to let out some of the steam from the morning showers, but now that the sun had gone down, the cold was too much. She immediately crossed the room and shut it tight before lighting a few of the pine-scented candles on the marble counter. The flowered wall-paper would just have to tolerate the steam this time. There was no way she was going to spend her relaxing bubble bath shivering. The other women would be gathered in the livingroom downstairs- covering up with fleece blankets by the fire and drinking hot chocolate or tea, waiting for the men to come back. It was a Christmas Eve tradition that the men would pile into trucks and check out what they called "The Old Farm," which was now just a big empty plot of land they used for hunting and camping, weather permitting. Each year on this day, they felt a strange need to go and make sure it was still there. It was nearly a half-hour's drive. She decided that rather than sitting by the fire, listening in on the gossip and domestic swapping of information downstairs, she would run away to the sanctuary of the master bathroom and have herself a luxurious bath. By the time she was done and dressed in warm, comfortable attire, the men would have returned, which meant he would be back. Maybe then they could have some alone time. She reached over to the elaborate crystal knob on the door and pushed in, turning it to the right to lock it. Using only her feet, she slipped off her socks, tossing them with her toes into the corner by the door. Atop them fell her khaki skirt and red sweater, followed by the red bra she had bought herself as a sinful delight during a Christmas sale at Victoria's Secret. The matching panties were still on as she made her way back over to the vanity to gather up her soaps and oils. As she looked up to see if there was another cupboard, she caught her reflection in the mirror. She loved the way she looked in red. The tiny, sexy silk panties were cut like a bikini, and tied with string laces low on her hips. Her soft stomach above them, though dappled with tiny, undetectable goosebumps from the cold, sloped up to her bare breasts- her nipples hard as ice and just as cold. She couldn't wait to get in the hot water. She turned to the large whirlpool tub, taking a moment to figure out the many dials before turning on the water. Even the sound of the water running was soothing, and it made her want to be rid of her small amount of remaining clothing. She turned to admire her reflection as she slid the red panties down off of her round butt, and bent at the waist to pull them to her ankles. She kicked them into the pile with her other clothes, shivering a little when the cold air found her secret-most regions. The tub seemed to be filling remarkably slow, though she knew it was just her anxious imagination. She returned to the vanity, fishing around in a drawer for something to tie her hair back. She found two trendy chopsticks, and wound her hair around one, pinning it in place with the other. As her arms were up at her head, she admired the way her breasts rose and stood up, her nipples erect and pronounced. She let a hand fall to her chest and slide down to grip one of her breasts, loving the way her warm hand felt on her skin. She joined it with her other, running her thumbs over her nipples and moaning softly with their sensitivity. The contact sent little waves of pleasure down into her gut, where it grew into a need for more. She was about to let her hands wander a bit more when the mirror showed her a reflection of her tub becoming fairly filled. She turned around, catching one final glimpse of her long back and curved ass in the reflection, and put one foot into the tub. She was almost shocked by the heat of the water, and it instantly made the rest of her much colder. Stepping in with both feet, she reached down to cup a palm of water, bringing it up to her thighs to warm them. The water running down her legs made her shudder, but she did it again and again, loving the way the temperatures were fighting over her. Then she let a handful of water go on her stomach, feeling a few little streamlets running between her legs and down the insides of her thighs. Next, two handfuls covered her breasts, making her nipples nearly beg to be touched, pinched, attended to. She looked back to the mirror across the room and could see the way the water looked, trailing its wet little trails down her body. She smiled for no one but herself. As she went ahead and let herself down into the water gently, a chill flew up her spine and then vacated, as she was immersed in the hot water from her neck down. She felt the cool air on her neck, like a former lover's sarcastic kiss. It only made the rest of her warmer. With a few fluid motions, she arched her back and let her breasts push up out of the water. The way the water ran off of them made it impossible not to touch them again. She lay, rolling them in her hands and playing with her pert nipples, feeling the way it was affecting her. It was making her want to cum. Luckily, she had plenty of time for that. She let her mind wander. Her whole day had been filled to the brim with sexual tension, and she was more than ready to release it. He had been right there in front of her, next to her, and behind her all day. They had cast each other glances that said just what they meant to say, but the words couldn't be said aloud. He had brushed up against her in the chaos before dinner, and had eyed her tight-fitting red sweater over and over. She knew it must be making a work of art of her breasts, and hoped he was picturing them free of their containment. His hand had cupped softly on her ass in the buffet line, and its grip was quite intentional in nature. Then, after dinner, there had been the mistletoe. They had bumped into each other in the doorway, neither of them seeing it coming. The impact had been warm and delightful, and they had stood there for nearly ten seconds before breaking away to their platonic stance. His eyes were on fire, and she glanced up to see a sprig of mistetoe hanging from the door jamb above. Being that close to him was maddening. As she lay in the water, carressing herself, letting one of her hands creep down to the screaming place between her parted thighs, she thought the whole scene over in her mind. When her fingers pressed into her, she gasped at how much hotter she felt than even the water, and how slick and smooth her juices were. He had stared into her eyes like a predator stares at prey...wanting her in a primal way that defied all social graces. She had leaned into him, then, pressing her ample breasts against his thin shirt and hoping he could feel how hard her nipples were from that stare. She had given him a quick kiss on the lips- so short that it left him panting. She had followed it up with a warm, slow kiss below his ear, where she then whispered, "My room tonight." She imagined it was him pressing his fingers into her, finding her pleasure points, sliding them in and out in a divine rhythm. Then she imagined it wasn't his fingers- but the amazing erection she had felt earlier. She closed her eyes and felt her lashes flutter with the thought of him having her in that way. She teased a nipple, pinching it between her first finger and thumb, imagining his teeth clamped down lightly on it, his tongue flipping over it, driving her mad. Her fingers worked in and out of her, rubbing her clit and feeling her whole body alive with need. She almost came instantly with the thought, but held it back, wanting it to last. She cupped her breast in her hand, bringing her nipple up to her mouth to tease it with her own tongue. She licked it over and over, pinching it gently and feeling herself really start to struggle against the oncoming orgasm. With an arch of her back, she pounded her fingers deep inside herself and let her juices go. She could feel her warm, slick cum dripping into her hand, making the water around her seem lukewarm in comparison. Her heartrate took its time slowing... She suddenly remembered the soaps and oils she had left on the vanity. With a careful rise, she stepped out the tub, still shuddering a bit from her orgasm, loving the cool fresh air on her wet, naked body. Collecting the bottles, she noticed the toiletry bag she had brought in with her when she had first arrived. It was sitting on a shelf near the door. There was something inside that would come in very handy right about now. She set the bottles down at the edge of the tub and went to unzip her bag. From it, she pulled a long, slender tube which held her toothbrush. Slipping the brush from its casing, she set it down carefully on the countertop, rubbing her fingers along the smooth plastic of the case. It had ribbed edges that felt somehow bold and suggestive in her hand. She took it back to the bath with her. The oils lit the room with a soft fragrance that made her sigh in contentment. The soaps she rubbed systematically on her body, reading her most delicate places, getting them riled up and ready for more attention. Her skin felt smooth and lubricated, and it had her wishing once again that he was here to enjoy it. Oh, the fun they could be having in this locked room with this water and these oils. She wondered what he would do to her. The first image that popped into her head made her hands shake. Sitting at the edge of the tub, she stood, rather than laying down into the water. One palm, she lay flat on the cold, tiled wall, and the other held the narrow, cyllindrical tube. Parting her legs carefully, she reached around behind her ass and between her legs, leaning forward until her breasts were pressed on the cold wall. The contact of her nipples on the chilly surface sent a wave of pleasure right to the place where the tube was poised, and she melted with the anticipation of it. It pressed into her slowly, and she imagined him entering her from behind. She rubbed her chest up and down on the wall, simulating the thrusts he would be giving her. The icy friction of the wall was mind-blowing. She fucked the tube in and out of her from behind, moaning against the wall and feeling the skin of her cheek getting cold against its surface. Turning a bit more, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her imagination almost tricked her into seeing him... his muscular back coated with a light splash of water. His ass was moving in time with his thrusts between her parted legs. She could almost feel his strong hands on her hips, pulling her onto him, surrounding his needy manhood. The thought was too much. She felt herself letting go, and the warmth of her cum dripped down the inside of her thighs this time, some of it coating the tube and making her thrusts slippery and quick. When she couldn't thrust anymore..she let herself sink slowly into the water, back up to her neck again. She rubbed her clit gently with two fingers, letting herself calm from the crazy desire of it all. There was a knock at the door. She tensed up- an automatic response to her activities. "Yes?" she called, hoping her voice wouldn't shake. "Better not stay in there too long. The men just got back and some of them are going to want showers..." called her second cousin...at least she thought that was who it was. It was hard to tell through a large room and a heavy wood door. She smiled, knowing that he would be back in her presence soon. Maybe she could find some excuse to go to bed early. Maybe he would find a similar, yet different excuse, and they just might end up in her room as she suggested. Then maybe she could sit him down, and between passionate kisses and groping, tell him what she had done in the bath thinking of him. And then maybe they could finish what they started at the mistletoe. Mistletoe Inspirations Ch. 02 After a quick-paced walk through the upstairs hallway, she was glad to have her bare feet off the cold hardwood flooring. The guest room was slightly warmer and decorated with one of her hastily opened suitcases and a duffel bag spilling some of its contents onto her bed. She gathered these things up, pausing every now and then to catch the large towel she was wrapped in so it wouldn't fall off and expose her to the chilly air. Dropping the bag into her open suitcase, she shoved the whole pile out of the way and brushed at the bedspread, clearing away a few tiny bits of gum-wrapper that had fallen from her overturned bag. She wanted the room to be tidy in case she and one lucky guy wanted to mess it up later. She heard the sound of the shower being started up on the other side of the hall, down at the end. She smiled shyly at herself in the big vanity mirror, knowing that whomever was using it would likely run out of hot water sooner than they expected. She mustered up enough courage to let the towel fall away from her body into her grasp, catching her naked image in a mirror yet another time. It was warm enough in here that it didn't matter. The towel was tossed harmlessly over a stuffed chair to be dealt with later. Her cousin's home was finely decorated, and the guest room was no exception. It was mostly a matter of showing off her money, she sometimes thought privately. Why else would she insist on holding all the family gatherings here when it was much more convenient for everyone to meet at her mother's? And of course there was always the question as to why she felt the need to invite her husband's colleagues and random members of the community who generally milled and and out all day anonymously. Naturally, at this moment in time she was quite glad that the Mistress of the House had invited her husband's colleagues, for she had had her eyes and her thoughts on one of them all day long. He had come in with a crowd, but when she spotted him, everything else in the world disappeared. He was tall, with bright green eyes that jumped out beneath a neatly styled shock of black hair, and the buttoned shirt he was wearing seemed to cling to every contour of his muscular form. She felt drunk with his presence. Several of her female relatives and a few of the other anonymous women of the day had tried their hand at his attention, and one might have succeeded if he hadn't been interrupted with a cell phone call. At that point, he hadn't spotted his secret admirer from her place near the Christmas tree. She had stolen glances while pretending to be quite interested in her cousin's long-winded explanations of where each ornament on the tree had come from, and what it symbolized. Now, as she stood naked in her room, feeling her nipples hardening to rocks once again, she pictured the first time their eyes had truly met. It stirred her, and she shook her head to snap out of the trance as she bent to search her suitcase for something presentable....and temporary, she thought with a sly smile... to wear for the evening. She first pulled out a pair of slightly ruffled black panties that had always made her think of the centerfold girls from the 1950's. Slipping them up her naked legs made her feel scandalous and sinful, and she had to return to the mirror for a moment to pose in the appropriate style: her arms crossed over her breasts and her body turned slightly away so her round posterior and its thin, black ruffles were showcased. She smiled innocently at the mirror and imagined a plethora of well-to-do citizens being corrupted in secret by her tasty ass in a centerfold. Returning to the suitcase, she selected a black camisole with similar ruffles at the waist and bodice. It wasn't a matched pair to the panties, but no one would have known that. She had picked them out on the same day in different stores, picturing the sexy, teasing pair in her mind. She pulled the cami over her head and felt the smooth satin rubbing happily against her sensitive nipples. The tops of her breasts were neatly exposed, pushed up by the design of the camisole. She felt like a gorgeous damsel in distress with her bared cleavage, waiting to offer her knight a kiss he'd never forget. Atop her black ensemble, she pulled on a pair of arid drawstring pants and a thin but loose-fitting t-shirt featuring a retro sports team logo. When she was fully dressed, she took a deep breath, reminding herself to be patient tonight. Things might not work out exactly as she wanted, and she should be ready to accept that. Still, it was okay to fantasize. She had done her share of it earlier. She pulled the door to the hallway open slowly, not looking forward to the breeze of cold air she would feel when she went out. Her breath was stolen from her when she opened the door fully and was met by a pair of green eyes. He had been on his way from the shower to his room at the very end of the hallway, and he was wearing a blue towel similar to the one she had dashed to her room in. His beautifully chiselled body was covered in little droplets of water, and his hair was wet and shining in the low lighting of the hallway lamp. He let go of a quiet, embarassed laugh, and his smile nearly cut her in half. He made a move to continue to his room, but paused, looking back at her. She nearly tackled him with anticipation during that pause. Five seconds later he was in her room, closing the door quickly behind him. Before she even knew what was happening, she was on her back on the bed with his dripping, perfect form pressing down onto her. He was kissing her, licking at the insides of her lips with his tongue and silently encouraging her to do the same. She moaned happily against his mouth, her hands reaching up to grasp his damp, rippling back as he held her face in his free hand. In the unbalanced passion of it all, he slid off to her side and pulled away, seemingly curious for her reaction. She had played it all out in her mind, and it hadn't started like this at all. Not that she was complaining! It would just take a little improvisation to get back where she had planned. She wanted to feel the things she had imagined during her bath, and she wanted to feel them her way. Using whatever momentum she could muster, she perched herself atop him, straddling his toweled lap. His smile showed his approval, and the hardened bulge she felt through the towel confirmed it. She had to fight to keep from ripping the towel off of him right then to reveal his powerful member to her. She wanted to see and feel it pulsing with its need for her. Instead, she ran her hands up and down his muscular chest, her eyes locked on his, and began to tell him what she had been doing while he was away with the other men. He didn't have to feign his interest. She felt his erection growing tense and full with each detail as she drew them out, causing him to nearly pant with his need. Just when she thought he was going to roll her over and have his way with her, he interrupted. "Show me," he said, his eyes twinkling with ideas unknown. "I want to see how you touch yourself." Not knowing what else to do, she stood up at the right side of the bed and slowly slipped off her drawstring pants, loving the way his face changed when he saw what she was wearing underneath. "Beautiful," he panted, propping himself up on his elbows. She tossed her pants onto her suitcase, following them with her t-shirt, which she was sure to pull off carefully so it stretched around her breasts. Having shed her outer layer, she lay next to him on the bed, her face turned towards him and her breasts high and round above her arched back, encased in thin, black satin. She slipped a single finger into her mouth, wetting it, and then traced circles on her exposed skin. Soon she was rubbing her breasts with one hand, then the other, then both, squeezing them and teasing her already pert nipples. His eyes were maddening as he watched her, his breathing controlled and his gaze full of admiration. When she was aching from her exploration, she let a hand slide down her stomach and slip under the thin black fabric of her panties. There, she found that she was wetter than he had been, straight from the shower. Her fingers found the silky, sensitive places she had explored earlier, thinking of him. She moaned softly and brought her hand back to her mouth, tasting her sweetness. He flinched visibly and approached her, his arm finding a resting place on her other side and his tongue in her mouth once again. He was licking and sucking her tongue, wanting to taste a little of what she had sampled. She was beginning to think she would let herself go and just allow him whatever he wished to do when he pulled off of her once more. He rose to his knees on the bed, one knee between hers and the other balancing him from the side, and pulled away his towel. The rod he exposed to her was long and thick, and the area around it was nearly free of hair. She shuddered at the sight of it. Before she could stop herself, her hand was on it, and she gasped, feeling it throbbing. "Look at what you do to me," he scolded playfully, his hand reaching down and gripping one of her breasts as she slowly stroked her fingers over his massive erection. His hand wandered up and down her torso, teasing her nipples and belly while she played with him. They were both near death with anticipation. "I'd like to do a bit more," she heard herself saying in a deep, sultry tone. "Would you let me?" He smiled- a combination of amusement and pleased shock. Before he could respond, she was on her knees, facing him, with his cock still in her hand. She planted a short kiss on his lips, reminding him of the one she had given him under the mistletoe. Taking one of his hands in her free hand, she brought it to her breast and cupped it there, pressing. He squeezed her enthusiastically, running his thumb over her nipple and hardening significantly in her other hand with the contact. She surprised him when she dropped both of her hands, letting his erection stand freely. He reached up from her breast to grasp her face, wanting to kiss her again. In this moment of opportunity, she slipped off the bed onto her feet, taking hold of the straps of her cami in their opposite respective hands. She knew that by crossing her arms, she was also pressing together her breasts as she revealed them. The cami sat comfortably around her waist as she stared seductively into his ravenous eyes, which were crawling all over her naked skin. He made no move as she turned away from him, catching her reflection in the big mirror once again, knowing his eyes were glued on her ass. Bending playfully at the waist, she looked over her shoulder at him, sliding her ruffly panties off her butt and down her thighs, letting them drop to the floor around her bare feet. He gave a drawn-out moan of approval as his eyes took in her whole body. She watched all of this in the mirror, thinking ahead, wondering what other things she might be watching in this mirror before the night was over. Suddenly remembering a forgotten detail- one of vital importance- she kicked off her discarded panties and walked over to the hallway door, throwing the bolt and favoring her fantasy man with a smile she had been saving all night for him. Mistletoe Inspirations Ch. 03 She felt a twinge of girlish joy as she let her hand drop from the lock on the door. Before she joined him at the edge of the bed, she slid the cami off over her head and threw it on the pile with the rest. Her panties would just have to wait, as they had ended up on the other side of the room. With both of them naked, she was sure the groping and kissing would take on a whole new level. When she was back at his side, he didn't pounce onto her as she had expected. Instead, he ran a single fingertip down her stomach and began to play with her clit, rubbing it gently and carefully. "You're so beautiful," he said, not looking up but instead seeming to say it right to her belly. "I've been thinking about you all day. Your smile was driving me crazy." "Mutual," was the only word she could say, and even that wavered in a moan that pushed its way out of her mouth when his fingers probed deeper. This time it really was his fingers, not just her own in a fantasy's disguise. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking them dry of her juices. He sighed in delight and bent to lay her down on her back. In moments, his face was between her spread legs, lapping at her relentlessly. The sudden aggression of it startled her, and she had to arch her back against the wave of pleasure that slammed up into her brain. His tongue was running in circles, then straight up and down, then wiggling into her as his hot breath came in bursts against her. She knew it was early on, but she was already gripping handfuls of bedspread trying to resist an orgasm. He felt her happy struggles and kissed his way up to her stomach, pausing only to fill her belly button with his tongue briefly, making her gasp in surprise. She could smell herself on his breath as he kissed up between her breasts and pushed them together with his hands, admiring them. After a few slow circles around both nipples with his tongue, he bit down softly on the left one, just as she had imagined he would. Her right breast was being caressed while her left nipple was sucked and teased into a throbbing ecstasy. "Oh, God..." she moaned, wanting him to know the extreme effect he was having on her. "Your red sweater..." he said between licks, "It made your tits look so amazing. I just wanted to reach up and grip one under that mistletoe." "Yeah..." she gulped, catching her breath. "I was hoping you would." His eyes smiled as he continued to dine on her breasts, squeezing them and moving them around as he used his lips, tongue, and teeth to make her squirm. "You have no idea..." he began, trailing off. "Of what?" she asked, thinking he meant she had no idea how much he had wanted to grip one of her breasts. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now," he answered, pushing apart her thighs forcefully with his knees. She let out a well-rehearsed moan as he took his throbbing cock in his hand, lining it up with her slick, dripping slit. He rubbed the head slowly through her cleft of juices, leaning his head back in pleasure as she soaked him. She knew it was time. "Take me," she said sweetly, knowing it was just what he wanted to hear. In the moment of pleasant shock that showed on his face, hearing her utter those words, she finished her request... "but let me be on top. I've been melting all day thinking of riding your thick cock." Her words were making him lose his mind, and she knew it. In seconds, she had been rolled over and pulled on top of him, where she had been earlier with a towel between them. Her hand trailed down his stomach and gripped his swelled penis, which was now covered in a slippery layer of her own fluid. His hands were on her breasts again, kneading them lovingly. She lined him up with her again, clenching her inner muscles as she pressed the head of his dick into her. He was amazingly thick, and there was nothing in the world that could possibly stop her from wanting all of him. She let gravity assist her as she slid down his cock, letting it fill her up. It seemed to be pushing deep into her gut as she settled down, grinding and rocking against him as his whole cock disappeared inside her. His hands slid down her body and circled to grip her ass, moving her back up and down again..starting to build a rhythm. His hands firmly took hold of her as he began to thrust up into her, meeting her advances. She couldn't even believe the feeling. After a whole day of daydreaming about merely being looked at by this amazing creature, he was under her, gripping her naked ass in his hands and fucking her melting core. She rode him obediently, letting her hands press down on his chest and giving her leverage to grind back and forth on him while he pounded into her from underneath. She could hear his pleasure, and she was quite sure he could hear hers. She couldn't help but cum on him twice before she coaxed him to stop. "Your cum feels amazing," he said, pinching her nipples with both hands as she slowed her rhythm following the second orgasm. He sucked his lungs full of air when she slid up and off of him, taking her feet at the side of the bed. "Come over here by the mirror," she suggested, fondly remembering her centerfold pose. "I want to watch you fuck me from behind." He didn't need to be told twice. She relished the cold, shiny surface of the wood against her nipples as he bent her over the vanity, positioning her face only a little over a foot and a half from the glass of the mirror. He entered her quickly this time, wasting no time picking up to a dominant speed as he gripped the front of her thighs and drove into her tight hole. She watched his face and his chest muscles in the mirror, loving the way his pleasure showed in his body. She experimented with squeezing his cock in different ways using her inner muscles, and found that squeezing him was doing just as much good for her. At one point, he gave her ass an aggressive slap, groaning with delight when she clenched up reflexively. She could feel him really starting to pulse inside her. He was going to cum soon. "Cum in my mouth," she said against the top of the vanity, her words wavering with the rhythm of her moans. He began to fuck her harder, wanting and needing to cum after a whole day of the same sort she had gone through. As soon as she felt him pull out of her all the way, she turned and fell to her knees in front of him. He forced himself into her mouth, and she had to reach up with two fingers to circle its base and maintain control. "Your lips are so soft..." he mumbled, nearly incoherently, while she stroked him into a complete frenzy. With one firm hold, he held her still with his shaft in her mouth and tensed up, groaning as he shot his cum into her throat. She swallowed it as it spilled in, creating a suction that made him shiver and moan as he started to thrust into her mouth slowly, winding down from the climax. He wound her hair around his fingers as he pulled himself carefully from her mouth, loving the feel of her lips surrounding the circumference of his spent manhood. When he took a step back, helping her to her feet, she lost her balance and collapsed against him, feeling how hard his chest muscles were against her soft, smooth skin. She felt the insides of her thighs and the cleft of her ass soaked with her own cum, and could taste his in her mouth. He held her against him as her breathing slowed and she caught her balance once again. "I hope it was as good as you imagined," he said quietly- practically right into her ear. She let go of a little laugh, suddenly overtaken with the image of him stopped in the hallway in his towel, smiling at her. If he only knew.