Tuesday, 8 November 2011

The forgotten present.

Christmas eve.
Snow gently floats down from the sky, coating the city in a blanket of winter wonderland. Festive lights glow around every corner, greens and reds lighting the sky.
Marching through this biscuit tin version of the holidays is Michael, his arms tucked under his coat. Unlike everyone else he is passing tonight his head is not looking up at the lights and sparkle. His head is down, nestled deep in his scarf. To anyone passing him he looks like a guy who doesn't enjoy the cold, or perhaps this time of season.
In actual fact he loves this time of year.
Problem is, he's forgotten to buy one last present.
Late working nights and deadlines upon deadlines have not left Michael with much time for the little things. Things like this, making sure he has everything ready for when the family turn up and the awkward conversations begin.
But of course he's forgotten Aunt Violets present.
Throwing himself in to the nearest shop his mission is simple: find anything. It's not like any of them really look at the gifts you give them anyway, it's symbolic more than thoughtful.
Dusting the remnants of snow from his coat he scans the department store looking for something quick and easy to buy, so to spend as little time on this as possible. As he continues to look around though his eyes glance over a young thin man dressed poorly as an elf.
Big mistake.
With alarming speed he rushes over, arms almost glued to his side. His smile is wide and beaming, seeming incredibly fake at this time of night. His well gelled hair catches every speck of light, blinding Michael in an instant.
'And a good evening and merry Christmas to yourself sir! Can I help you with anything tonight?'
His energy startles Michael in to life, probably the result of far too much coffee and not a lot of sleep.
'Oh no, just browsing thanks'
'Well do take your time, and if you need ANYTHING at all, don't hesitate to find me'
Michael looks around awkwardly for a second, trying not to look him in the eyes again.
'Ok, will do'
The elf sprints off in search of other desperate prey leaving Michael to find this illusive present. The problem Michael thinks is not that he hasn't a clue what she's like.....just he has no idea what she LIKES.
His saviour though comes in the form of a bored looking woman behind the jewellery counter. Leaning over and admiring the shiny trinkets, he can't help but peek down her top. While on the thin guy the elf costume looked ill fitting, on her it is perfect. Tightly formed around her it looks like her bust is ready to explode out of it.
She looks up as he walks over, a small 'how can I help' smile works its way across her face. Pulling herself upright he is allowed a better look at her. The stretchy material makes her look like the best present ever, her auburn hair tied up as if they are her bow.....
'And what can I help you with today sir?' she asks, an air of sarcasm to her voice.
'A late present for an Aunt who I am pretty sure won't even look at it' he replies, his eyes wandering dangerously low.
'Well then, I think I have just what you need, follow me'.
Smiling as she turns around Michaels eyes wander down to the green foil like skirt as it barely contains her ass. He's followed far worse he thinks to himself.
She leads him round the corner to what he only can think is the loading bay, pallets and boxes strewn everywhere.
'So....do all the late night shoppers get this treatment?' he asks.
'Oh shut up and get in here' she orders.
Pushing him up against the side of a small office she kicks the door shut and jumps on him, grabbing his arms in the process.
'We don't have a lot of time' she whispers to him as her lips brush his ear, nibbling slightly as his hands follow round her body.
'Fine by me' he hastily replies, his hands feeling down her body to the edges of her skirt. Her hands get to work in the same way, following down his body and working away on his belt.
Their kisses are hard, lustful, an explosion of passion. For every connecting kiss there are several that end in small bites, licks and bruises. There is no pandering to romantic notions here.
'Pick me up, now' she orders again, locking eyes in that way that means business.
'Yes ma'am'
His hands reach down and hitch the skirt high, feeling the curve of her ass as his fingers hem around the edge of her panties.
'Side tie baby'
He needs no more incentive. Quickly undoing the sides her panties flutter to the floor, maybe this was where the bow was really....
Her hands have also worked their magic on his lower half, his trousers just 'magically' now lying around his ankles. Her hands are warm to the touch, making short work of his ever increasing manhood.
He could have thought about anything right now and it wouldn't matter, he's getting hard and it is good. Her hands slide up and down her shaft slowly, massaging him again and again. He can feel the blood drain from his body in to his cock, aching to be used.
His fingers ease her pussy open to prepare her, and she doesn't need much. His fingers are already wet as he slides one in, the whispers of hair pointing him to the good spot. He can feel the heat radiating off her pussy, begging for more.
In one movement she hops up on Michael and kisses him deeply, wrapping her legs around him high up his body. His hands move to his own cock and lead it to the sweet spot, much to her joy.
He eases in to her, feeling her muscles let him in, but only just. His eyes roll back as the feeling over comes him, her body doing everything in its power to pull him in.
He feels his cock shudder and grow to it's limits, filling her and causing her to moan out wildly. He can feel her legs tighten around his sides as he pushes deeper in to her.
She picks herself up and begins to really push down on him, her ass slapping down harder and harder. She kisses him harder and harder, the pace quickening as their bodies work in unison.
'You back here Kathy? We've got people waiting' a voice calls out.
Both of them freeze in an instant, and before they know it they are giggling to themselves. She pushes down on him a few more times, slowing the pace as they look at each other.
Sliding off him she keeps her eyes locked.
'Well, I guess I better get back out there.......see you at home?'
Michael smiles at her, brushing her cheek.
'Of course, but could you do me a favour?'
'Honey we don't have time to finish' she laughs.
'Not that you minx.......but could you get me a present for Auntie Violet?'

She smiles at him one more time before kissing again.

'Merry Christmas baby'

This and many more can be found in 'Stocking Fillers', the free book from Mouna Lott and T.H.Rusty. It's available at:

From there you can see the rest of the catalogue including 'Sex Games', 'Sex Games 2' and 'Brief Encounters'.

Hope you enjoy!

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