I saw her across the office
She had
tinsel in her locks
And a gleam
in her eyes
She wore
red striped socks
Way up to
her thighs
My thoughts
were not of her locks
As I devoured
her with my eyes
I thought
she was quite a fox
But then to
my surprise
She offered
me her Christmas box
As she
undid my flies
After a pleasant dinner together
accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the restaurant staff made it clear that
they had worn out their welcome, so she said
“Let’s go
to your room for a Nightcap”
In his room
after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual encounter but as his
hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly broke off
“Stop! It’s no good” she said
“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked
“The same thing that always bloody happens”
she snarled “Nothing”
So, their
newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious circumstances when her attempted
seduction ended with her confession of frigidity.
However, on
the journey back to Downshire following an act of immodest opportunism, he
repeatedly sullied her on the train in their first-class compartment, to such
an extent that her legs couldn’t support her own weight.
They were met at Northchapel station by his driver Sarah Treadgood,
and it was already dark when the car arrived at the Beaumont Estate in Chapel
Hill, which was Oliver’s luxurious home, which consisted of a 17th century
farmhouse.
They got Pandora settled in Oliver’s study and she slept for
twenty-four hours.
Unfortunately, the day after she had recovered her strength following
her sexual exertions, they discovered that the vehicular interlude no matter
how sustained and erotic, had not cured her of her frigid affliction.
Fortunately, having managed to get Frigid Freda wet once, he was
confident he could do it again, and Pandora was desperate for more of him, she
put her trust in Oliver, no matter what he asked of her.
Which was why she sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen, braless
and knickerless, and while his
trusted right hand, cook, housekeeper, social secretary, confident and trusted
friend Alicia Treadgood was preparing the evening meal, he fingered
her under the table, and that delicious fingering set them up for a day of prolonged sexual
activity, which only paused for refuelling.
The following
days arid start to the day was cured at The Regal Picture
House, when he rubbed her pussy through her tights on the back row while
watching the 1947 classic, The Bishops Wife after which he took her across the
road to The Doll's House Hotel and unceremoniously skewered her.
When Pandora awoke in bed next to Oliver at the Hotel the next morning
she got up and went to the loo and then exclaimed loudly
“Oh bollocks”
“What’s the matter?” he asked with concern
“I’ve got my period”
she replied sulkily as she rummaged in her handbag for a tampon
“Oh damn” she exclaimed again
“What now?”
“I’ve got no clean knickers or tights; I can’t wear yesterday’s they’re
all cummy”
“There are clean clothes in that bag on the chair” he said
She went over and opened the bag and after a few moments
“You’ve packed me a whole outfit” she said and started crying
“What’s wrong?” He asked and put his arms around her, but he never got
an answer
Pandora was very subdued at breakfast, mainly because she knew there
was no hope of a cheeky finger under the table, but on the drive to Chapel Hill
she was quiet for a different reason.
On their return to the house Alicia bustled them into the kitchen and
plied them with coffee and cake.
“So where do you want to work? you can have peace and quiet in the library or you can share the
study with me” he asked her
“I’d like
to work in the study as long as I’m not in your way” she said quietly
“You won’t
be in my way, and I’d appreciated the company” Oliver replied and squeezed her
hand “Come on then let’s get started”.
“Before go”
Alicia said, “What would you like for lunch?”
“How about
sandwiches and coffee in the study” he said, and Pandy nodded enthusiastically
“OK” she
agreed “but I want you eating a proper dinner at table”
“Yes mum”
he said
As she was a freelance proof-reader, he didn’t expect very much conversation,
but Oliver had a feeling she had something on her mind, but it wasn’t until
that evening after dinner that it came to light.
“Do you want me to sleep in the study” she asked flatly
“Why would I want that?” Oliver asked
“Because I’ve got my period”
“What difference does that make?”
“Well, you won’t be able to get me wet and sexy, will you?” she said
coldly
“There’s more to love than sex darling” Oliver heard himself say
“Yes” he replied and held her hand
“Getting you wet is very exciting and the sex is amazing, but it’s the
bits in between where the love lives”
“Love?” Pandora repeated, again
“So do you want to sleep in the study?” he asked
“I want to be with you” she replied “wherever you are”
“Good, because I love you” he said and kissed her
“I love you too” she said “But I didn’t think you loved me”
“I didn’t know myself; I’ve never loved anyone before” he said
“Never?”
“No never”
he said
“So why
now?” she asked
“That’s
simple, because you’re so special” he replied, and she blushed then a minute
later Pandora said
“I knew,
I’ve always known”
“Alicia
knew the moment she saw us together” he explained
“Did she?”
“So, love
is the reason I like sharing a bed with you”
Oliver said
“We can
still kiss and cuddle” she said eagerly
“We can, so
come on let’s go to bed” Oliver suggested
Oliver was
stood by the bed in his boxers as
Pandora
emerged from the bathroom wearing pink knickers and a tight-fitting top which
beautifully defined her braless breasts and smiled as she noticed where his
gaze had fallen and when she kissed him her hand found his crotch.
“I got your
cock hard then?” she stated while stroking the lump and kissed him again as she
released his cock she sat on the side of the bed and looked at his face while
toying with his erection.
Oliver closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and then he felt delicate
soft kisses on his sensitive knob and her tongue flicked around his helmet in
quick feather light licks until all at once, in one smooth slurping instant he
was in her mouth.
He could
feel Pandora’s fingers still lightly caressing his shaft as he looked down and
could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him, then her
fingers tightened their grip on his shaft.
“Oh Pandy”
he gasped
When he was
fast approaching the point of no return, he could tell by the lip smacking and
slurping that she had already decided that she wasn’t going to stop.
She’d had
his cock in her mouth before, but she’d never finished him, it was always
either pre or post coital, but now he was on the brink, so with one hand on the
back of her head, his fingers threaded amongst her fine brunette hair and the
other caressing her bulging cheek he let her have her way.
Pandora’s
fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and tugging on him
furiously and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock and snorting
through her nose, her mouth joined the busy little fingers in rhythmic wanking.
“Oh Pandy”
he called as his buttocks clenched tight, he was so close now and Pandora could
sense it and she was going at him like a demon, and then his hands were pulling
her head onto him as he exploded in her mouth, and she greedily swallowed his
seed and her eager lips sucked him dry.
Pandora was
still grasping him, sucking, and licking at the last of his seed before her
lips smacked one last time and her lips released his saliva-soaked shaft.
“How was
that for a kiss and cuddle?” She asked and kissed his helmet
“Fantastic
darling” he said and kissed her forehead and she slurped once more on his cock.
David Grogan
was a twenty-five-year-old self-employed AutoCAD consultant, who spent most of
his time working from the home he shared with his wife Cassie, and when she
wasn’t away at boarding school, his young sister-in-law Mia Lawson.
He liked working from home, he particularly liked working a particularly
liked working at home because Cassie didn't, not that he didn't love his wife,
he did, very much, and he was more than happy having her at home with him when
they weren’t working.
When they
were both at home and not working there were lay ins and the prospect of
unscheduled sex, which didn't happen during workdays.
Sex with
Cassie was wonderful, she had a lovely figure, a gorgeous body, and the sex is
really good, but he would have liked more of it
However,
when they were both working, he liked having the place to himself, not
having people under his feet, not having to please other people, interact with
them.
David liked his own company when he was working, he was more
productive, and he could also eat junk food for lunch without his wife knowing
which he also liked.
However, Christmas was fast approaching, and the schools would be
breaking up for the holidays, which would mean Mia would be in the house when
she returned from boarding school, she was 17 very attractive, very sexy, very distracting,
and very flirty.
When she was in the house, he tried to avoid her, however that left
him alone with his thoughts, which were not entirely healthy in fact they were
downright dirty, so when she was home, he was torn between looking at her or locking
himself away in his office so he could sit at his desk thinking about looking
at her.
Then one particular day just before Christmas, well a week before
Christmas, something happened, and everything came to a head so to speak, when
he was in the kitchen making an unhealthy lunch and looking forward to it, when
all of a sudden, the door opened and
Mia walked in wearing her full Carrington Chase school uniform,
Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those
in Downshire thought it was the other way around.
It consisted of a tailored claret blazer with pale blue piping, pale
blue pleated skirt, white blouse and a claret and blue necktie, pale blue knee
length socks, and flat black shoes.
Her brunette hair was hidden beneath a straw boater with a claret and
blue band and the only other thing she was wearing was a leer.
“Hello
David” she said and removed her blazer which she hung over the back of the
kitchen chair.
David could
tell instantly that she was braless beneath the white blouse as her nipples prodded
through the cotton as she undid her tie
and through it on the floor, then she unbuttoned her skirt and gave
a quick wiggle of the hips, and it was
instantly around her ankles before she kicked it aside and kicked off her shoes.
Mia began
to unbutton her blouse slowly and deliberately never taking her eyes off him
until it was completely unbuttoned, and she threw it open to expose her fine
breasts before slipping it off.
Without
speaking and still wearing a filthy leer, she pushed her panties down her
thighs and let gravity take them to the floor and then as she stood there
wearing only the straw boater and a pair of blue knee socks, she took the hat
off and shook her brunette hair down, so it
cascaded onto her shoulders and then she walked towards him as
David
looked on with a lump in his throat as well as his trousers and his knees
trembled.
Mia knelt
in front of him and unbuttoned his trousers before pulling them down, then
repeated the process with his pants exposing his cock which was already erect
with a dribble of pre cum on the tip, so she removed it with a flick of her
tongue and Dave swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Oh God” he
said “You’re so hot and horny”
“Just how
you like me” she said placing a kiss on his bell end
“But I
can't do it, I have a wife, your sister” he said
“Come on
David” she said as she got to her feet and kissed him while stroking his cock
“haven't you always fantasised about fucking your wife’s baby sister?”
Mia was so
fucking horny, but David really loved Cassie and didn't want to be unfaithful
to her, but Mia was stroking his cock and love or no love, urges were urges, so
he pushed her away, spun her around and
pushed her face down onto the kitchen island so firmly that her tits slapped on
to the marble, then he pulled her cheeks apart and thrust forcefully into her,
“Jesus
Christ Dave,” she screamed “Oh sweet Jesus”
Dave wasn’t
sure if her exclamation meant his assault was appreciated or not but assumed by
the way she was lathering his balls that
she was enjoying it then she confirmed it verbally
“Oh yes
Dave, fuck me hard” she barked through gritted teeth
When he’d
finished, he withdrew from his sweating, sighing, slutty sister-in-law and left
her sprawled across the marble, redressed himself and continued to make his
lunch.
He glanced
across periodically and smiled when he saw his cum dribbling out of her and
dripping down onto her socks.
After about
five minutes she lifted her head enough to glance round at him and said
“That was
so good David”
“Was that what you wanted?”
“Yes, it was even better than I was hoping” she said
“Good, because you’ll be getting plenty more of that before you go
back to Carrington” he stated
“Really?” she asked raising herself up on one elbow
“Starting this afternoon if you move your slutty arse and get yourself
showered” he replied, and she slithered off the island and rushed towards the
door
“And pick your knickers up” he shouted which stopped her in her tracks
and she was grinning from ear to ear as she gathered up her discarded clothing.
David
carried on eating as he needed to fuel an afternoon of shagging.
December 18th
After a pleasant dinner together
accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the restaurant staff made it clear that
they had worn out their welcome, so she said
“Let’s go
to your room for a Nightcap”
In his room
after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual encounter but as his
hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly broke off
“Stop! It’s no good” she said
“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked
“The same thing that always bloody happens”
she snarled “Nothing”
So, their
newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious circumstances when her
attempted seduction ended with her confession of frigidity.
However, on
the journey back to Downshire following an act of immodest opportunism, he
repeatedly sullied her on the train in their first-class compartment, to such
an extent that her legs couldn’t support her own weight.
They were
met at Northchapel station by his driver Sarah Treadgood, and it was already
dark when the car arrived at the Beaumont Estate in Chapel Hill, which was Oliver’s
luxurious home, which consisted of a 17th century farmhouse.
They got
Pandora settled in Oliver’s study and she slept for twenty-four hours.
Fortunately,
having managed to get Frigid Freda wet once, he was confident he could do it
again, and Pandora was desperate for more of him, she put her trust in Oliver, no
matter what he asked of her.
Which was
why she sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen, braless and knickerless, and
while his trusted right hand, cook, housekeeper, social
secretary, confident and trusted friend Alicia Treadgood was preparing the evening
meal, he fingered
her under the table, and that delicious fingering set them up
for a day of prolonged sexual activity, which only paused for refuelling.
But as they
lay in the bath beneath the bubbles she said
“I need to
go home today”
“Why?” he
replied failing to hide his disappointment
“Clothes
for one thing” she replied
“Ok, Sarah
can drive us over to your flat and we can pick up whatever you need” he said
“And there
is work that I’ve neglected, which I need to finish” she said
“You can
work here” Oliver suggested
“Here?”
“Not
specifically in the bath” he corrected her “You can use
the library if you need peace and quiet or you can share the study with me if
you want company”
“I can see
you’ve given it some thought” Pandora said “But …”
“But what?”
“It’s almost
Christmas and I’ve got shopping to do, food, drink, presents” she elaborated
“I’d hoped
you would spend Christmas with me” he said “as we’re an item”
“Are we?”
she said “I don’t remember you even asking me out”
“Didn’t I?”
“So, are you going to ask me?” Pandora said
“Will you say yes?” he asked
“I’m lying in the bath with you, with a flannel covering my nonny, do
you think I’ll say no?”
“Well, it’s obvious when you put it like that” he remarked
“So?”
“May I have the pleasure of your company in my life from this moment
on?”
“You may have the pleasure of me from this moment on” she replied and
turned her head towards him so he could kiss her.
After kissing her she
stood up and he lay back and admired the view as her
cute arse arose from the water between his legs and her round plump naked buttocks
were only inches from his face, so he kissed each cheek and she giggled and was
still giggling when he stood up
behind and after kissing her neck he wrapped a bath sheet around her, and she
got out the bath first and she turned and stared at his erect cock as he
followed and she handed him a towel and they began drying each other.
“When are
you going get me dirty again” she said and kissed him
He was
sitting on the edge of the bath drying her legs and his hand was between her
legs
“All in
good time darling” he replied, although he was equally impatient, because the
sex with her was amazing, but the reason sex with her was so much better than
with his many previous conquests was due to the romantic element which had
never been part of the equation before, he’d never loved any one before.
“So, what are we doing today then” she asked, “And do I need any
knickers?”
“Start with pants and tights, I can remove them easily enough when an
opportunity arises”
“That’s encouraging, you said when and not if”
“Your flat first” he said “and then we’ll play it by ear”
Oliver already had the day planned out so while Pandora was dressing,
he threw a few things into a bag, made a few phone calls, and gave detailed
instructions to his driver Sarah Treadgood.
After a breakfast, minus the cheeky fingering of the previous day,
Sarah drove them to Northchapel, and parked outside her apartment building.
“Are you coming up?” Pandora asked
“Would you like me to?”
“Yes please”
Oliver kissed her and they got out of the car and walked hand in hand
up to her flat, where Pandora packed a suitcase of suitable clothes, gathered
her work paraphernalia into a box and put her laptop into its bag, and the two
of them carried them down to the car where Sarah was standing next to the open
boot.
As they drove through Northchapel Oliver said
“Just drop us here on the left Sarah”
“Ok”
“Why are we stopping?” Pandy asked
“Lunch” he replied as the car came to a halt outside the Porters Lodge
Bistro
“Oh ok” she responded suspiciously
When they went inside, the Maître d' greeted them at the door and said,
“Hello Mr Beaumont, your table is ready”
“You booked?” she said
“You know what they say, fail to plan and plan to fail” he replied
“Yes, but what are you planning exactly?” she asked as she slipped off
her coat, and she hoped it was something dirty
But when they were seated at a table for two, facing each other, she
was disappointed, and thought
“No cheeky finger then”
After a very nice lunch they stepped out into the chilly street and Pandora
put her arm through his and said,
“Now what?”
“Now I think a little nostalgic Christmas romance is the order of the
day” he replied and pointed to The Regal Picture House, which was showing the
1947 classic, The Bishops Wife.
“Can we sit at the front?” she asked excitedly
“No, we’re sitting on the back row, that’s where the courting couples
sit” he replied
“That sounds hopeful” Pandy said
It wasn’t a big house, but it was at least half full, so Oliver thought
his plan was well on track.
They took off their coats and took their seats as the lights went down
and the adverts started.
Pandora
folded hers neatly and lay it on her lap which met with his approval, and then
she put her arm through his and hugged his arm, which was even more perfect.
So, he
wasted no time and slid his hand beneath her coat and placed it on her knee and
rested his palm on the 70-denier fabric of her black tights and began its trek along the inside of
Pandora’s thigh.
He loved the feel of the fabric against his palm, it felt so warm and
welcoming in its density and as his hand crept ever higher up her firm thigh,
Pandora had already begun to squirm in her seat, and her breath deepened in
anticipation of what was coming.
She moaned
quietly when his hand reached the heat of her pussy, then he began to rub her
through her tights and panties
and her breathing changed instantly and her legs were opening and closing.
Her underthing’s were slipping and sliding on her wet gash until her
cream oozed through the fabric, one of her hands gripped his arm and the other
was clamped over her mouth to stifle her orgasmic exclamation.
An Old lady seated in front of them turned around and said,
“I know dear, I gasped the first time I saw Cary Grant, he’s so
dreamy”
Pandora smiled in response and turned a look on Oliver with saucer
sized eyes that screamed
“Take me somewhere and fuck me”
They hurried out of the theatre, as fast as Oliver could manage as he
was sporting a spectacular erection.
“Where’s the car?” she asked urgently when they were outside “where’s
the car?”
“We don’t need the car” he pointed out “We have a room booked at The
Doll's House”
“You and your plans” she said and almost dragged him to the hotel.
She
snatched the key card off of him and almost ran to the room and once she had
managed to finally use the swipe card correctly, she opened the door and
screamed.
“Get in
here” and dragged him into the room where she kicked off her shoes, threw her
coat on the floor, and crawled onto the bed
“I can’t wait
for you to undress me” she said “just have me now”
Oliver
kicked off his shoes and dropped his coat and trousers almost simultaneously
and then his pants followed.
“You’re in
a hurry” he said calmly although he was desperate to plug into her.
She was knelt
on the bed, head down arse up, so he lifted her skirt up out of the way and
pulled her tights and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect white
buttocks and her moist pussy lips clearly on display, and ready to receive him,
but he paused to admire the view until she shouted
“I’m ready, I’m ready now”
So, he plunged into
Pandora’s hot pussy.
“That was fantastic”
she purred, as she lay in a heap where she collapsed “even if I did miss the
rest of the film”
After he had
completely stripped her naked, she crawled under the covers and watched him
finish his undressing and when he joined her in bed they lay in bed and watched
the film on cable before he fucked her again.
I saw Santa Claus last night
Messing
with a ho ho ho
When
he was kissing her
Underneath the camel toe
December 17th
In mid-December wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland
for the funeral of an old family friend, and the wake was held at the Glen
Carrick Castle, which is where he was reunited with Pandora Molesworth, a very distant cousin.
After a
pleasant dinner together accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the
restaurant staff made it clear that they had worn out their welcome, so she said
“Let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”
In his room after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual
encounter but as his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly
broke off
“Stop! It’s
no good” she said
“Hang on
what’s wrong?” he asked
“The same
thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”
So, their newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious
circumstances when her attempted seduction ended with her confession of
frigidity.
However, on the journey back to Downshire following an act of immodest
opportunism, he repeatedly sullied her on the train in their first-class compartment,
to such an extent that her legs couldn’t support her own weight.
They were met at Northchapel station by his driver Sarah Treadgood,
and it was already dark when the car arrived at the Beaumont Estate in Chapel
Hill, which was Oliver’s luxurious home, which consisted of a 17th century
farmhouse.
They got Pandora
settled in Oliver’s study and she slept for twenty-four hours.
Then after sharing a relaxing bath, they made their way to the dining
room, where his trusted right
hand, cook, housekeeper, social secretary, confident and trusted friend, Alicia
Treadgood, served a sumptuous four-course dinner, and four courses and a lot of
wine later they waddled their way up to his bedroom.
Even if Pandora had been wet enough, they were both too tired, too
full of gourmet food and too drunk to try and within ten minutes they were both
fast asleep in the four-poster bed.
The next morning Oliver woke up with an impressive early riser and as
Pandora was laying with her back to him, he decided to spoon her and get a good
handful of tit as he nibbled her ear
“You can stop that” she said coldly “I’m Dry as a bone”
“Not to worry” he said and kissed her neck, but she shrugged him away
and rolled over to face him
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing, we’ve proven that” he replied
“Can I only do it on the train?” she asked “I wouldn’t mind, I do like
trains, but it’s not really convenient”
“We don’t need to do it on the train, although we will do it again on
that train” he promised
“That would be lovely” she mused
“Listen, we know everything works, we know you can get wet, we just
need to find the tap, or more precisely the trigger” he said
“And how do we do that?” Pandora asked
“Well, I have an idea, but you have to trust me” Oliver said
“I do”
“Good to hear” he said and kissed her “Now go and have a shower while
I sort out your breakfast outfit”
“Ok” she said and hurried into the bathroom and shut the door.
While she showered, he put her outfit on the bed which included the
Christmas Sweater and pleated Skirt that she had been wearing when he repeatedly sullied her on the train.
When she returned wrapped in towels, he took his turn but when he came
out, he found her still wrapped in towels but wearing a puzzled expression.
“I found these stockings and a suspender belt” Pandora said, “There’re
not mine, urgh were they left behind by some other woman?”
“No, I bought them yesterday” he replied
“You bought them?” Pandy asked, “for me?”
“Of course,”
“When did you go?” Pandora asked
“While you were asleep”
“I bet you’re their best customer” she said and laughed “I bet you
even have a loyalty card”
“Actually, I’ve never done it before” he explained
“You mean it’s not normal for you to buy scanties?”
“Absolutely not”
“Ok I’ll wear them for you” she said “but I can’t find bra or
knickers”
“You don’t need either” he said
“Well, I don’t mind not wearing a bra, but I can’t go to breakfast
with no drawers on, what will Alicia think of me”
“She won’t know, she’ll notice you’re braless, but she won’t know
you’re wearing stockings and have no knickers on, and that’s what makes it
sexy”
Without another word, but the hint of a leer, she picked up her clothes
and went into the bathroom.
As they walked down the stairs holding hands she said with a giggle
“I don’t really want breakfast; I just want sausage”
“We’ll all being well you’ll get both” he retorted
They ate breakfast in the kitchen while Alicia busied herself preparing
the evening meal, among other things.
When they finished eating Alicia refilled their cups and Oliver put his
hand on Pandy’s knee and as she took a sip of tea his hand progressed slowly up
the sheer sensual surface of her stocking, and she took another sip, and as his
hand pushed slowly upward so did her pleated skirt, and then Oliver felt her stocking
top and the naked thigh beyond, and her hand began to shake.
Pandora put the cup down untidily and spilt tea in her saucer,
Oliver’s hand reached the zenith of her long leg and he could feel her public
hair beneath his palm and she let out the briefest gasp and squirmed in her
seat, and in that instant he knew when his finger slipped un restricted into
her crease, he would feel her creamy wetness between on his fingertips, an instant
later his finger parted her labia, and a murmur of pleasure escaped her lips,
and Alicia smiled as she stirred the pot.
Pandora gulped down her tea, more out of politeness than of thirst and
said,
“Thank you, that was lovely”
“You’re welcome” Alicia said although Pandora was also thanking
Oliver.
Once they left the dining room, she gave him a filthy smile and then
ran upstairs and by the time Oli reached the bedroom her skirt and jumper were
on the floor, and she was already in his bed wetting her finger between her
stockinged thighs.
He quickly
undressed and joined her in bed and with a huge smile on her face she threw
herself into his arms.
“It worked”
she said, and they kissed with real urgency, and he lay half on and half off of
her delicious body.
Oliver put
his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and
teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed, and his
tongue penetrated her aperture and they dissolved into a sea of passion.
His hand
left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest as
Pandora’s hands scratched lightly at his back.
Oliver’s
hand then crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her tousled bush,
he stopped kissing her and she looked up at him open mouthed as his digits
progressed.
She closed
her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe
fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.
Between her
parted lips his fingers revelled in the sensual syrup of her secretions.
Their
foreheads touched and she panted in his face with each tender touch until her
body tensed and she gasped.
Oliver
kissed her hot panting mouth as he manoeuvred above her and
she exuded
a divinely sensual sound as he entered her.
In his four-poster
bed, on that winter morning, as they made love her hands were on his buttocks
and as the tempo increased, she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La,
and he could feel the burning heat from her, Pandora’s rasping breaths became
deeper.
And as her
panting became erratic and her head rolled from side to side her nails dug into
his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she
cried out in orgasm and Oliver followed her over the abyss.
“Were staying
in bed all day” she sighed in blissful contentment as they cuddled up
underneath the duvet in the afterglow
“That’s
alright by me” he replied
“Was there
anything you wanted to do in particular?” he asked
“No darling
I’ll take it anyway it comes” she replied
You are a naughty little Elf
Do you behave
yourself?
By the look
upon your face
You’re no
stranger to disgrace
So it is my
Christmas wish
To share a
Christmas kiss
So climb
upon me knee
And you
will quickly see
I have that
special touch
That you’ll
like very much
When I curl
your toes
Inside your
ho ho hose
