thought the holiday season was a magical and romantic time of year: The snow,
the beautifully adorned trees, and the good cheer that everyone feels have
always made me happy. Although I always loved Christmas, it wasn't until my
parents moved to New York City that I realized how much. For me, New York at
Christmastime is like everything I had seen in old movies as a child—and
something about the backdrop of the city's hustle and bustle makes my favorite
time of year just that much better.
all of the hot guys running around New York doesn't hurt either. It's a
smorgasbord of sexy circling the city in three-piece suits. I can hardly walk
down the street without ruining a pair of panties, thanks to all of the
insatiable lust in the air. Since I'm unable to stand up under the weight of my
incredible horniness, every year, when I'm not doing the whole family thing, I
try to carve out some time to have a Christmastime fling. And boy does it make
my two-week vacation in New York a lot more interesting.
one was too close to home—when my father's boss came by for Christmas dinner
one year. We had an insane chemistry from the second he walked through the door
and we spent the whole night flirting with each other at the dinner table. Luckily,
I was sitting next to him, so when my mother was passing the mashed potatoes, I
was using my hand to jerk off Brian's huge cock under the table. I was amazed
at how he was able to keep his composure as I thoroughly worked him, and even
remained stoned-faced when the trickle of come flowed between my fingertips. I
kept my poker face on too, simply wiping my hand with the napkin that rested on
my lap before I went back to eating my Christmas turkey and stuffing.
By the time
my mother's apple pie came out of the oven, my pussy felt like it was going to
explode with desire for that man. Although he was twenty years older than me,
he seemed to have the bravado and stamina of a college boy—and he was just as
horny as I was that night. As my parents went to the kitchen to get some pie
and ice cream, our dinner guest was rubbing my clit under the table with his
fingers, making me wetter than the waterfall photograph that hung above our
heads. When they got back to the dining room, Brian was enthusiastically licking
my juices off his fingers, which my mother took as a huge compliment to the
goodness, Brian, I didn't realize that you enjoyed dinner so much," she
said in her happy, singsongy voice as she placed dessert in front of us.
was about the best Christmas dinner I've ever had," Brian said as he put
his hand back underneath the table to rub my pussy again. When I dug into my
piece of pie, he dug two of his fingers deep into my wetness. My breathing got
heavy and I could hardly concentrate on chewing anymore. My mother must have
seen the imminent ecstasy on my face, and probably thought that her culinary
genius had topped itself that year.
are you okay?" my mother asked me as I bit my lip to hide the fact that I
was in mid-orgasm.
Mom," I said, catching my breath. "I'm just enjoying this pie so
much. This is about the best Christmas dinner I've ever had."
agree," Brian said, licking his fingers again. "I might need seconds
later tonight." He slowly ran his tongue across his plump, pink lips and I
thought about how I couldn't wait for another helping of that delicious man
deep inside my pussy.
can probably be arranged," I said while grabbing his crotch under the
my mother said. "I have more than enough if you're still hungry."
her heart," I thought, trying not to stare at Brian's crotch. "I hope
Mom doesn't get too disappointed when she realizes he's not talking about the
As is the
tradition in our family on Christmas, we all piled into the living room to
watch a holiday-themed movie after dinner. I can't even remember what the movie
was—I was too impaired by hot buttered rum and the hot desire that had set my
pussy on fire that night. I wanted a heaping, steamy serving of Brian's seconds,
but I didn't know how I would get to feast on them—at least not until he
excused himself to go to the bathroom.
I waited for
about five minutes, and when there was no sign of Brian coming back right away,
I excused myself too—some excuse about having to check my work messages to make
sure there were no fires I needed to put out.
we seem to be losing our guests," my mom said, laughing and putting her
head on my dad's shoulder as they continued to watch the movie. It almost made
me feel guilty about what I was planning to do.
turned the knob of the bathroom door to find out if Brian had locked it. My
heart pounded and a smile crept onto my face when I discovered that he hadn't.
I peeked through the crack of the slightly-opened door to find Brian standing
in front of the sink, pants and underwear around his ankles, stroking his huge,
throbbing hard on.
I whispered. "Do you need some help with that?"
get in here," he whispered back.
into the bathroom and slowly closed the door so my parents wouldn't hear it.
the hell took you so long?" he asked me. "Your parents are going to
think I have some serious gastrointestinal problems, I've been in here so
thought you might be actually using the bathroom," I said, still whispering.
I hoped that Mom and Dad were too engrossed in the movie—even though they had
seen it a million times—to notice how long we were gone. I locked the door just
worry, this won’t take long,” I said as I wiggled off my panties and hiked up my
short, red, Christmas dress. I propped my body on the sink in front of him, and
spread my legs wide for Brian to dive right in and give me some more of his
I wish I had accepted your father's Christmas dinner invites before," Brian
whispered in my ear as he thrust his cock into my willing wetness.
you had," I moaned.
I put my
arms around his neck and held on as he pounded my pussy against my parents'
sink. I eagerly met each of Brian's thrusts, until we both exploded and
collapsed into each other's arms. Although it didn't take long—the anticipation
we built up under the table at dinner was more than enough foreplay for me—I
did wonder if my parents would think it was weird that neither of us had gone
get back out there; I'll be there in a few minutes," I whispered in
Brian's ear while sliding down from the sink.
right,” he said. He planted a big kiss on my mouth that made me want to drag
him into the shower for another round. I put my panties back on and fixed my
hair, concocting a good excuse if my parents asked any questions.
walk of shame back to the living room, I could hear Brian explain that his son
and daughter-in-law happened to call him while he was in the bathroom, so he
stayed there to send his Christmas wishes. I was happy—he was fast on his feet
in more ways than one.
look, we have our other guest back,” my mom said, tapping my dad on his
shoulder. "Did duty call?"
Mom. Plus there was a wait for the bathroom."
now that we're all here, let's have some more rum and start another
Brian and I
spent the rest of the night sitting side by side on the couch, looking for any
excuse to touch each other in some way. I hoped for an encore performance, but
as the evening wound down, it became clear that I would end the night in my
bedroom, masturbating alone.
have a second guest room, Brian, if you don't want to drive home," my
would love to stay, but I can't. I have to pack and get ready to fly out to see
my son tomorrow. But I do hope we can all get together again soon after the
holidays are over."
we'll be here, but I'm afraid Francis will be going back home on New Year's
I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe I'll see you again next year," Brian said as
he stretched his hand out. I put my hand in his and began my limp handshake—to
match my wilting libido—and watched as he pressed his luscious lips up against
I didn't see
him again, but that was okay. I did leave an impression though: I found out a
few weeks into the New Year that my father had been given a promotion and a
really love Christmas in New York.