Don’t get me wrong – I do love Christmas! And I feel I have done my bit for another year. I have wrapped a million stocking presents, enthused about presents from relatives I don’t really like (the presents, not the relatives!), plied everyone with smoked salmon canapes and other delights, ensured they always had a full glass of champagne / cup of tea (personally I would go for the champagne, but each to their own!) and now I’m done. Now, I rather fancy something a little different and a lot more risqué.
And then his text arrived on my phone, “This afternoon, 4 o’clock, the little road opposite the woods. Fancy it?”
I knew exactly what this would entail. The thought made me feel deliciously slutty. It was the perfect antidote to Christmas.
I messaged back to express my enthusiasm for his suggestion. By 3 o’clock I was excitedly showering, beautifying, and choosing my outfit. A short skirt and hold ups, teamed with a clinging, wintery sweater and definitely no knickers. I felt sexy and naughty – it was just what I craved.
I drove to the agreed spot. The sky was filled with dark clouds, the glimmer of sun already low in the sky and fading fast. I saw his car parked on the quiet lane and I pulled in behind him. He slipped into the passenger seat of my car, and we chatted for a few minutes. He always seems impressively keen to chat and hear about how I am – or maybe it is just to be polite before making me feel like a naughty girl. Either way, we chatted happily, until he abruptly changed the direction of the conversation. “Are you wearing any knickers?” he enquired.
“No,” I replied provocatively. “I was being presumptuous.”
He smiled and laughed softly. I could already feel my pussy becoming slick with my juices.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Spread your legs for me please.”
That instruction sent a bolt of arousal through me. I complied immediately, hungry for what was to come.
Reaching across, he slid his hand up under my skirt. He let out a low growl of appreciation as he felt how wet I was for him. I matched it with a low moan of pleasure as his fingers brushed over my sex.
He pressed two fingers against my pussy and then pushed them inside me. I could sense his satisfaction at knowing how ready I was for him. He pulled them back out and brought them to my mouth. I obediently licked them clean as he commented on just how wet I was.
I am not really a big fan of tasting my own juices but licking them from his fingers just increased my sense of slutty demeanour and turned me on further.
Once satisfied with my licking, his hand retreated back under my skirt. His fingers found my clit and he started to rub against that most sensitive nub. I bit at my lower lip and started to whimper as the delicious sensations started to build inside me. He continued to rub, and my hips started to rock against his hand. My climax built hard and fast and suddenly I was trying to stifle my cries as I came for him.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he pushed his fingers back inside me. It felt decadently filthy as he fingered me whilst we sat in the car and that thought only served to trigger my second orgasm, waves of erotic pleasure flooding through me (and soaking his hand!)
He used his fingers to bring me to climax after climax, my body trembling, my hand grabbing at his thighs, my back arching and my hips bucking. I felt like a delicious mess of naughtiness.
As I finally recovered, I glanced across to see the distinctive outline of his hardness through his jeans. He followed my gaze and knew exactly what I wanted now. He undid his belt and his jeans, revealing his swollen cock for me.
I moved closer to him and leaned across in the car. My tongue finding the glistening drops of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I lapped at them, enjoying this first moment of indulgence.
Then my mouth started to work lower, sliding up and down over the head of his erection, starting to coat him in my saliva. I could feel his moans as I sucked on his throbbing cock.
His hand grabbed hold of my hair, allowing him to take control of my head and he started to encourage me lower and lower. His cock starting to push against the opening to my throat, thrilling both of us as I started to gag on the size of him.
I sensed his grip on my hair tighten, as he spotted the car head lights behind us. He held me down, letting me enjoy choking on cock as he waited for the car to go by. Once it had passed, he released me – although I suspect it was a little longer than strictly necessary! I gasped for air, and he admired the strands of drool running from my mouth to his straining cock.
“Come on,” he encouraged. I could tell he was close and hungry to feel my lips back around him. I quickly lowered my mouth to his cock once again and started to work up and down the length of him. His hips were starting to thrust now, pushing upwards each time my head bobbed down. Every thrust forcing his cock into my throat, earning him the tightening sensation as I gagged around him.
His hand gripped my hair again, helping me get deeper as he thrusts became more frantic. Holding me down longer until, with a final luxurious groan, he emptied himself into my eager mouth. I delighted in the sound of his ragged breathing as I tried to swallow every last drop.
Loosening his grasp, he stroked my hair affectionately and slowly allowed me sit upright again. He pulled me in for a lingering kiss before saying goodbye. The whole experience left me feeling sexy, desirable and incredibly naughty. I drove off with a big smile on my face, having received the perfect antidote to Christmas.
If you enjoyed this, I suggest you read This Christmas Eve, all the choices are yours!
Very very enjoyable 😉
Thanks so much x