Every cloud has a silver lining. After a missed flight on Christmas Eve, she seeks comfort in a new friend and has some holiday frolics that she’ll never forget.
An erotic story with a dash of Christmas magic.
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She decided to leave with him. After all, she could only spend so long at the bar, pitying herself, beating herself up for so many hours on Christmas Eve.
It was rather refreshing to have encountered him. Someone to share her woes with.
She’d waited all year for this trip, worked so hard, saved for so long, waited till Christmas Eve.
And what did she do? She thought to herself.
She fucked it all up.
She had set the alarm, hoping to get just a couple of hours of sleep before her flight. She knew she’d only have a few things to pack. Many clothes were at her family’s house.
Yet somehow, she slept through the alarm.
By the time she woke, it was too late. She flung her things into a suitcase and dashed to the airport, but it was way too late.
The flight had left without her.
Anxiety, shock, horror, and finally, embarrassment. She didn’t have enough money to afford another flight. So she simply sat in the airport for a while and wept.
After calling her family to explain why she wouldn’t be there for the gathering, she left the airport and headed to the nearest bar.
She talked to the man for quite some time. He had approached her first, explained that he frequented this bar every Christmas Eve, and found a certain warmth in the conversation and the stories others had to tell as they passed through.
She told him to strap in because she had quite the unhappy experience to tell him about. He laughed a little, and then gasped in all the right places as she explained how she’d missed the one flight, the one event she’d been waiting the whole year for. How she’d worked so hard. How she’d done so much to get to this point.
After they talked and drank for a while, they discussed plans for the rest of Christmas Eve and Christmas itself. He explained how he liked to unwind with a glass of wine and some Christmas music.
She laughed and explained how she enjoyed the company, the merriness of a full house, which she wouldn’t get this year. She hated spending Christmas alone, and he simply stated that she didn’t have to spend Christmas Eve alone, at least.
They had spent a good hour talking. She felt comfortable here with him, relaxing, explaining her life, her job, the usual casual pleasantries. She somehow felt safe, warm, and relaxed with him.
It wasn’t just the warmth in his eyes or his smile. Something made her feel at peace with him. She didn’t want that to go away. The day had already been filled with unwelcome experiences. She wanted this welcome encounter to last at least a little longer.
So she decided to leave with him when he offered to go back to his.
His house was gorgeous, enormous compared to hers; it felt like a mansion. Clearly, he lived alone, with only his own belongings there, no pictures of anyone else. Yet it was decorated wonderfully for Christmas. She knew this person absolutely adored the festive season.
They spent a good while watching films and eating together, simply enjoying one another’s company. As the day wore on and the evening crept upon them, she was the one to make the first move.
A brief touch against his leg, then her palm caressing his thigh, and the look he gave her as she did that, made her know there and then that he lusted for her as much as she did for him.
She thought she could at least indulge a little on this Christmas Eve, and so she did.
He took her up to the bedroom and wasted little time in showing his intent, grasping her and pulling her close. Their lips locked together as his hands wandered all over her body.
Avidly, she stripped for him, tearing her clothes off in a fit of passion, and making towards him to do the same.
Yet he didn’t seem as avid as she. He was a lot more patient, it seemed. He gripped her wrists as she made to undress him, and gently moved them back to her side, and gave her another gentle kiss.
As he did so, he released her wrists and glided his hands up her body, up along her thighs and her waist. She felt uncertain what to do with her hands, and as if reading her mind, he just whispered to place them behind her back.
She did as she was told.
He slipped his fingers up the front of her body, teasing around her chest, such fluttering motions up her neck and down along her cleavage, stopping just at her waist, and then back up.
She wasn’t quite used to this teasing, this slow foreplay, but she enjoyed it all the same. His fingers slid down over her chest, circling her nipples, before giving them a little pinch.
She moaned in appreciation, and it started all over again. His fingers just trailing over her body, like little paintbrushes, painting a tapestry over her. She felt like his canvas.
Once his fingers made towards her inner thighs, she made to undress him again, and once again he told her no. “Keep your hands where they are, behind your back.” And she again did as he asked.
He played his fingertips back and forth along her pussy, teasing along her inner thighs, before again slipping along that centre, constantly making her feel like he was going to slip a digit inside.
Yet he never did.
He just wanted to slowly draw the arousal from her.
She already felt as aroused as she could get. Yet this didn’t seem enough for him. He seemed to want her to be absolutely fowthing with need. She swayed her hips back and forth as he continued this.
A single fingertip sliding up and down along the crease of her pussy, that sweet line leading to that entrance, the entrance that the tip of his finger constantly trailed over, yet never pushed within.
Finally, he pushed her onto the bed. Yet still, he didn’t get undressed. He simply knelt down and trailed kisses along her legs, up her thighs, teasing her mound with his mouth, making her want him to devour her.
One thing that was for sure was this teasing, this playfulness, this arousal he was unleashing upon her was certainly letting her forget the horrors of the morning.
Maybe this Christmas Eve wouldn’t turn out so bad. She almost felt a little guilty.
She’d felt like she’d disappointed so many people, as well as herself. Yet here she was, having some fun that she felt she hadn’t deserved.
Yet once again, as if reading her mind, he said something that made her smile. He reminded her how she’d go out of her way to do anything for anyone. “Why not just indulge this once?” His lips pressed tightly to her pussy lips, his tongue slipping up to her clit.
She gasped, not expecting that shock of pleasure so instantly. She threw her head back and moaned as she felt him devour her. Licking and sucking her clit, as if that was all that sustained him.
She rocked her hips to the rhythm of his feast. He put his hands under her rear and lifted her a little, lifting her ass off the bed to eat her out so intently.
She nearly screamed from the pleasure, moaning so deeply, wanting it to never end.
He focused his attention on her clit, his tongue slipping left and right, coaxing it from its hood, wanting to ensure she could think of nothing else other than that tender cherry, his for the taking.
He sucked it directly, making her shiver and gasp. As he did so, he then slipped a fingertip inside her, finally giving her the penetration she needed, slipping it inside, finger fucking her as he sucked her.
She clawed at the bed in ecstasy. Her back arched as she felt her moment.
She cried out for him not to stop.
He knew to keep that same exact rhythm going, apply that same pressure, maintain that same speed with his fingers.
Closer and closer she got.
He didn’t stop.
It felt like she was a bomb about to go off. She could feel that tension within. Finally, she exploded, the shrapnel of her screams piercing the walls. She had needed this for so long.
Finally, she had let go. As he stopped, lifting his head, the glistening trail of her pussy juice down his lips and chin. She looked at him while she panted. She knew that look.
He wanted to be inside her, to feel the softness that his lips had felt around his cock. But first, she wanted to give him a little of what she had felt.
He finally let her undress him. She wasn’t one for teasing, as he was. He didn’t seem to mind, however, as she instantly began stroking his semi-erect cock.
She loved feeling it get hard within her palm, feeling that change, that physical manifestation of desire, how it was going to penetrate her, his intention to fuck her within those inches, within that length she could feel pulse.
Fully engorged, she wrapped her mouth around it, her tongue circling his tip, and then finally, taking in the first few inches, wanting him to feel what was to come. Lips parting, pushing into wetness, warmth, softness, anticipating her pussy.
While her mouth did the work, it turned her on so much to feel those inches within her mouth, being able to feel just how hard it was, and know that she’d feel those inches inside herself very soon.
She felt his balls getting tighter in her hand as she sucked and sucked. She wanted to get him close, so she continued. She loved hearing his moaning, feeling his hips start to push against her, knowing his moment was coming, was upon him.
As his balls got as tight as they could, and his moaning seemed to reach a pinnacle, she stopped. With a pop, she released his cock from her mouth.
With a lick of her lips and a smile, she lay back, spreading her legs, welcoming him. He obliged by grabbing her waist and pulling her to the edge of the bed. He teased her with his length, slipping it back and forth over her pussy.
Every time the tip of his cock slipped over her clit, she moaned. It was still sensitive after his mouth worked its magic on her, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him, all of him, inside her.
Finally, he pressed the head of his cock just within, just leaving only the head buried inside. Her pussy clenched, convulsed as if trying to suck him fully inside.
He didn’t give in.
He left it there while playing with her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, making her arch and moan, more in frustration than in true ecstasy.
She needed him inside.
Inch by inch, he worked his way inside her. She was thankful to feel his balls finally press against her, to feel every inch of him buried inside.
He left it there for a moment, so she could feel him pumping, pulsing within. Just that sensation felt like it would have made her come. She’d never been this turned on. She pleaded with him to fuck her hard.
With a smile, he obliged, gripping her wrists to pull her to him with every thrust. He pounded her.
She cried out in pleasure, lost in the moment, enjoying not just the sounds of him slamming against her, but his own moans.
She loved it when she could hear men’s pleasure, to know he was enjoying himself just as much as she was. As the slaps of their intercourse became less stuttered, the motions getting faster and faster, she felt herself at that pinnacle, once again.
And once again, as if he knew, he whispered to her to come. Howling in ecstasy, a pleasure that was almost too intense, as he continued to fuck her throughout her orgasm.
She didn’t want him to stop, and she was giddy with excitement and pleasure as he flipped her over and fucked her just the same from behind, being just a little rougher with her, just enough to make her feel wanted, to make her feel like his possession, something that turned her on greatly.
He pulled her back towards him, still fucking her from behind, pulling her so she was against his chest.
He reached around and toyed with her clit. Even though it was so sensitive, it made her come again.
As she nearly collapsed from the orgasm, he held her there tightly, keeping her in place, ensuring she couldn’t escape the pleasure that she needed.
The effect of her screaming and moaning, her climactic shivers and shudders, the way she arched and the way she pressed her ass against him, trying to keep him buried inside her as she came, seemed to be too overwhelming for him.
He said he was close and pulled out.
She turned and gripped his cock, feeling it pulsing on the very edge, and continued stroking him, ensuring that he came under her command, exactly when she wanted him to.
It had been so long since she’d played with someone like this. Even after he came, they spent the rest of the night toying with one another, gently teasing each other.
Considering how the day had started, this ended up being one of the most entertaining days she’d had in a long time, and certainly the most entertaining evening.
As they lay together, they talked about what they expected over Christmas Day.
Once the fantasy and enjoyment of their sexual exploration had ended, she once again started to get a little upset about missing everything she had hoped for.
Though he kept her feeling comforted, telling her that perhaps Christmas Day won’t be as bad as she expected.
Finally, they went to sleep together. Yet what happened next made her wonder whether it was all a dream.
When she woke, she was in her room.
She sat bolt upright, looking around, shocked. She looked at her phone and at her clock, struggling to believe her eyes.
It was the morning of Christmas Eve. She had woken just when she needed to, plenty of time to get ready and to leave.
She certainly wouldn’t miss her flight. When she sprang out of bed, she noticed that his suitcase was packed and ready.
A little note on top that read, “Merry Christmas.”