You Give Me the Best Christmas Present

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I come back from the café with coffees, tiptoeing into the bedroom. I place them quietly on the bedside table and stand still, watching you sleep. I can only see the top of your hair and hear a little snort now and then. It makes me smile. I sit softly on the bed, but my weight causes you to move, and you stir. The aroma of coffee has filled the room, and you stretch awake, the covers slipping down revealing your beautiful smile, and sparkling eyes. I lean down and kiss your cheek lightly, stroking your hair from your face. “Mmmm, what time is it, babe?” “It’s twenty past nine, honey.” “Hell!” You hurry to get up but I still you with my hand on your shoulder. “It’s alright Julie, I’ve called in sick, for us both.” You start to protest, but I continue, “They’ll handle it without you, honey. You stayed up late and need some rest, baby, plus they owe you, big time.” You flop back down onto the pillow, concerned for work, but knowing you won’t win this argument. I stand and move around the bed, stripping naked and sliding in beside you, snuggling into your back, My left arm slips beneath your pillow, and my right hand nestles between your soft breasts. I kiss your bare shoulder and we drift off to sleep. 10:45. We wake. The coffee has gone cold. You turn in my arms and I kiss you. Little butterfly kisses all over your pretty face. You smile and my heart melts, you’re so gorgeous. Our legs entwine as we move against each other, my body tingles as we caress, your breasts squashed against my chest, and I feel your hand snake down to my wakening penis. You hold me in your hand and stroke me to hardness. “So, my sexy man, what do suggest we do all day?” You stare provocatively into my eyes, your hand twisting slowly up and down my hard length. I grin mischievously, joking. “Wellll, we could go shopping…” “Just what I was thinking!” you squeal and fling the covers off, jumping up out of bed. I chase you into the bathroom, grabbing your hips as you try to shake me off, giggling like a school girl, then you turn and take me in your arms. “Hoonnneeeyyy, I really would love to go shopping today.” You pout and look at me pleadingly, knowing I can’t resist you. I actually love shopping with you. I love walking hand in hand, proudly showing the world that you’re my girl, and I’m looking forward to spending the day together. We step into the shower. The warm water cascades over us, ankara escort as we lovingly soap each other, our slippery hands touching each other all over, spending longer than necessary for mere cleansing. Me soaping your nipples, down your belly, between your legs, your slippery fingers cradle my sac, then stroke my hard cock. We caress and tease each other, kissing wet and deep, the water running down our faces, into our mouths as our tongues search each other, our arousal rising rapidly. I push a finger inside you and you part your legs, inviting me, your knees weakening, your breath coming in gasps as I slip a second, then a third finger up inside you. Our mouths lock together hard, your fingers squeeze my shaft, pulling the tight skin up and down over the bulging veins. I lower my head to your magnificent breasts, kissing them all over, deliberately avoiding your hard nipples. I kiss and lick underneath your right breast, my fingers rhythmically sliding in and out of your wet pussy. You move around, trying to get your nipple to my lips, but I resist, kissing and biting your soft flesh, all over and under your breasts, then I circle my tongue around the areola of your right, my fingers spread inside you, touching your swelling walls everywhere. You raise your left breast toward my mouth. You need to cum and I know your left nipple is the key. I slide my left arm under your right armpit and around your back, supporting you as your climax builds. My fingers thrust in and out of your hot cunt and I suck your left breast into my open mouth. My tongue flicks your hard nipple, then I bite and tug at it with my teeth. My thumb finds your clit and you moan loudly, your orgasm coming fast. I keep sucking hard, fingering forcefully, I hold you as you start to quake violently. You cum so hard, your legs wobble and I keep fingering and sucking. You cry out in ecstasy as your orgasm lasts for almost a full minute, then you go limp in my arms. I slide my fingers slowly out. You whimper. I suck my fingers clean. The water flows over us. You open your eyes, glazed over and vacant. I love you so much, I love making you cum. I know we don’t have time for fucking now, as much as I want too, but it’s okay. The fact that I’ve satisfied you satisfies me, for the time being. I kiss your lips tenderly as your breathing starts to return to normal. You slowly regain your strength ankara escort bayan and I turn the taps off. “Your turn later, baby,” you whisper. 12 noon. I’ve thrown on a comfortable pair of jeans, tan shoes, polo shirt and a chocolate brown jumper. You descend the stairs to the living room, and I beam with pride and joy. Every time I see you it’s like seeing you for the first time. Your expertly applied makeup highlights your eyes and perfect lips. You have on a knee length woollen skirt, mid calf length low heeled boots, and a warm jacket over your blouse. You walk toward me and notice I have the cricket on the telly. You roll your eyes and groan. “Are you still coming shopping, Danny?” I stand and point the remote at the big screen. “You betcha, sexy!” We walk to the door, and I pat your gorgeous arse as you walk through ahead of me, I’m still feeling so horny from the shower. On the trip to the shopping centre, your hand rests naturally on my thigh as I drive, the warmth of your touch always makes me tingle. We chat about this and that, then I raise the subject of Christmas presents. I ask you what you would like, even though I already have yours wrapped and under the tree. I don’t think you’ve spotted them among the other gifts, and I’m trying to make you think I haven’t got yours yet. You mention things you need, stuff for the house, the kitchen, pot plants, and I try to hide my disappointment. Nothing you have mentioned is in either of the boxes I wrapped, and I wonder if you will like them at all. I hate buying you things for the house at Christmas time. Oh well, too late now, I’ll just have to hope for the best. I park under cover, and we take the escalator to the shopping centre. My hand finds yours and we stroll around, looking in windows, admiring jewellery and holiday destinations beyond our budget. You steer us to a clothing store, where you hold up different garments against you, asking my opinion. A few things appeal to you and I carry them for you as you browse around. In the underwear section, you grab an armful of bras and panties and head for the fitting rooms. “Honey, I don’t want to stay here loitering in the women’s underwear section alone. I’ll go for a coffee in the food hall and you can meet me there when you’re done, okay?” “Okay, sweetheart, just take those and leave them at the checkout for me.” You kiss my cheek escort ankara and I turn to leave. 1.35. I order my coffee and pay, finding an empty table near the café entrance, and watch the shoppers go by. The café is quite busy and a girl finally brings my coffee after quite a wait. I look at it, then at her. “Something wrong, Sir?” “Umm… no, it’s all good, thank you.”  I look at the cappuccino. I always have a flat white, and it dawns on me that I absently ordered yours instead of mine. I giggle to myself, and take a sip. Too hot! I put the cup down and scroll through my phone messages. All work related, they can wait till tomorrow. I put the phone down on the table and stare into space, thinking you shouldn’t be much longer and wondering what we’ll have for lunch. I touch the handle of the cup, about to lift it, when, “PING”, the message tone on my phone. It’s a one word text – PURPLE? I open the message and there is your pic, in the fitting room, wearing a sexy purple matched set. I smile openly as I look at your sexy body, adorned with purple. I reply, texting you how gorgeous you look, and can’t wait to undress you, then ask if you want me to order lunch. I press send, and sit back in the chair, feeling good about life, how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, sexy woman, and just being generally happy. I pick up my coffee, almost to my lips. “PING”. I put the cup down and see the one word message – RED? I look around, making sure no one is near, then open the message. Oh, my God. Red cup bra, your wondrous boobs spilling out, and a pretty lace V between your legs. You eyes are looking straight at me seductively. I start to reply… “PING” – BLACK? I shift in my chair, my loins start to tingle. I look carefully around, open the pic. Oh my! Lacy black quarter cup, your nipples exposed and hard, and boy leg lacy knickers. My heart starts to race. I feel like people are looking at me. No, that’s silly, but I wriggle to get comfortable, my erection is growing and my face is flushed. I close the message and pick up my coffee. “PING” – SHEER? Some froth blows off my coffee as I splutter and cough, almost dropping the cup. I try to calmly place the cup on the saucer, my hands are shaking. Oh sweet Jesus, You might as well be naked. Fishnet one-piece! I almost drop my phone and the waitress gives me a look as she glides by. “PING” “PING” PING” “PING” like a volley of shots! I frantically try to change the phone setting to silent. Deep breaths. No one is looking Danny. It’s all good. RED? PINK? BLUE? GREEN?  The messages are coming too fast for me to open them, people start to look. The phone finally falls silent.

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