It was the last weekend before Christmas. Only 3 masturbating days before he had to make the long drive to his retired parents house and spend the holiday as the only unmarried son of five. Chris wasn't looking forward to another bachelor's arrival. He knew he would face the same questions as last year, "Got a nice girlfriend Chris?", "Getting any action Bro.?", and his favorite: "Why don't you come stay with us? We have plenty of room. Forget that lousy job, they'll never pay you enough to move out of that tiny apartment and that dirty little box you call a stove."Still, he liked his apartment. Sure it was tiny, and certainly the free nine foot tall Christmas tree that took up over two-thirds of his front room didn't improve available space. But it was free, an annual token of the apartment manager's goodwill. It even came with a stand, but no decorations. Chris had brought it in, stood it up in the corner, and fully intended to decorate it. He even bought decorations, but he hadn
Beth sat the frosted cold bottle on the counter and twisted the corkscrew into it. She was not a strong girl. She didn't quite get the corkscrew far enough into the cork before too much resistance built up and she stopped. She clamped the metal arms down around the edge and tried to pull the cork out. It didn't budge. She took the bottle under her arm and pinched it between her arm and breast trying to get better leverage. It still didn't budge."I'm no good at this." She giggled, as she handed the bottle to Chris. He took it from her and noticed some condensation from the bottle had wetted her thin top making it more see through. The coldness of the bottle had perked her nipple as well. Chris tried not to stare, but he couldn't resist. If Beth noticed his stare, she didn't acknowledge it with any attempt to conceal."When are you going to decorate your tree? She asked, as he poured them each a full glass."I don't think I will.""Why not? Got decorations?" They both walked into the
They left the bedroom Beth leading the way, and Chris followed with his gaze attached to her short Santa top and the edge just covering her ass. He would love to pull that Santa top up just a few more inches and get on Santa's naughty list. Amazingly, that list was a lot closer to adding his name than Chris knew. As Beth entered the front room, she saw the decoration boxes open on the floor and went to them bending over. Her Santa suit rose up her hips as Beth flipped open a box. Chris was absolutely stunned by what he saw.The red panties.The same red panties he remembered so well from under the stairs she had on. They were the perfect matching value and hue of red as the Santa suits they both wore. The soft curving slope of the cheeks of her ass was like the velvet surface inside a diamond jewelry box. And the cut was very French. The innocent slightly naughty sexiness of her panties was stunning and Chris literally lost his breath. He didn't realize he had lost his swallowing c
He could feel she had a thin bra underneath. But still her nipple was so aroused he easily located it and pinched it between his thumb and finger. "Mmmm, Santa. That feels nice." She moaned. He pulled her nipple firmly. She tugged at the pillow. Chris helped ease her access by using his other hand to pull his pants out. The pillow slid out. He let his pants drop to the floor and placed his hand on her other breast.The Christmas music in the background was a familiar song with the refrain "Let it snow, let it snow..."Beth sang, "Let it grow, let it grow..."She could see his cock trapped and bent down in his briefs. The tip was swollen and sticking out the leg hole of his underwear. A thin bead of precum was dripping down his hairy leg. "My, my Santa, it looks like such a big north pole you have. And there's a melting icicle dripping from it. mmmm." Beth licked her lips."You're so naughty little girl. Naughty girls get sticks for Christmas." He teased her. His hands felt wonderful
He heard the bathroom door open and Beth's voice say, "My. Oh my. Santa really made his naughty girl hot. She rounded the corner into the front room coming into the view of Chris. Her Red Santa top was unbuttoned down the front. Her braless chest was open wide enough so both beginning swells of either breast were visible. She stood before Chris, a finger teasingly on her lips like a little dirty girl who had very naughty thoughts., her other hand behind her back. Chris greedily stared. She was so sexy. His eyes traveled down her body between her breasts and over her belly and there were those glorious red panties. Oh, they were so rich and dark red from her wetness. Beth saw the attention of his eyes. "I love my red panties when they're wet.""Oh, you do little girl?""Oh yes. Would Santa like to kiss my red panties?""Oh yes. Come here naughty girl. " Chris ordered her to come sit next to him as he patted the couch. Obediently, Beth went to Chris. She lingered, not quite ready to
For the next half hour, Chris and Beth really went to the task of decorating his tree. Cheery holiday music played from the speakers. They were playful with each other. At one point Chris was placing strings of tiny colored lights around the tree, and heard Beth say, "Hey come over here and plug me in Santa." He turned to see Beth's hot little naked body wrapped entirely with a string of lights. She was holding the plug out to him. "Plug me Santa. Plug me." she teased giggling. He even took the end of the cord and pretended to plug it into her pussy.He told her, "Baby from the electricity in your pussy, they could light a whole city." They both laughedThey wrapped and hung on the tree whatever they found in his boxes. Green and Red glass bulbs, fake plastic red striped candy canes, assorted ornaments he had collected over the years. They openly examined each other's body as they went about decorating the tree. Chris loved to watch Beth bend and stretch so the different curves of
"Et tu, Brute?" The tall, handsome actor portraying Julius Caesar uttered this famous Shakespeare line and then collapsed onto the floor of the stage. Fake blood began to pool around the "dead" body. The curtain closed and it was intermission.My friend Cheryl turned to me and asked, "So Mark, was it worth the trip?" I smiled. "Yeah, it was worth the trip. It's a good show."Cheryl had convinced me to make the trip with her back to her alma mater to see the annual Shakespeare festival. Ever since my girlfriend of three years had left me for some tall, dark, and handsome (and also idiotic, immature, and prone to infidelity) man about four months before, I hadn't gone out much. I hoped a road trip with Cheryl, one of my very best friends, would be just what I needed.Cheryl had been in a lot of shows in college, so when the play was over she took me backstage and introduced me to the cast and crew. They were having a cast party at one of the actor's apartments, and invited us to come al
I went downstairs to see how Cheryl was doing. I came into the room to find that Steve was gone, Julio was sitting in Steve's desk chair, and Cheryl, her back to me, was straddling him, kissing him as he felt her ass with his hands. I decided to leave them alone and headed back upstairs.I saw that Christina had already made her way back to the dance floor, and began to make my way over to her. But before I was halfway across the room, Mr. Caesar himself had started grinding with her from behind. Her face lit up as he did. My face did the opposite of lighting up and I found a seat in a quiet corner of the room.A couple sat down next to me without acknowledging my presence. Amazingly, they started talking about Christina."I bet she doesn't even know he has a girlfriend." "I bet he doesn't know he has a girlfriend." "Yeah, he's a real dickhead." "Just cause girls let him be.""Well, he's hot! Not as hot as you, of course, honey."The couple then started coupling. So this Caesar guy