A Thong for Christmas

A Thong for Christmas

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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One man's Christmas wish. Will it come true?

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One man's Christmas wish. Will it come true?

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Submitted: December 24, 2016

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Submitted: December 24, 2016

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A Thong for Christmas

 

Bzzz! Bzzz!

Ugh!  Who the hell’s texting me at this time of night?!  Damnit, I just got in, and I’m tired as hell!

Bzzz! Bzzz!

What?!  Another one?  Come on!  This isn’t funny!  It’s downright cruel!  My body refuses to obey me and move for the nightstand where my blasted phone is. 

My flight was laid over due to bad weather and didn’t get me in town until well after midnight!  The company where I work as a recruiter would have paid for me to stay at a hotel, but I didn’t want to spend Christmas day in a town where I knew no one.  Sure, there were worse places than San Diego to be stuck in. 

The city is gorgeous, and the babes in bikinis an added plus, but I just wanted to be home where it looks like Christmas, you know?  There’s a fresh coat of snow on the ground, and it’s cold enough to freeze my balls off!  Ahhh, but that’s how Christmastime is supposed to be.  Besides, I’ve got decorations up and presents under the tree.  There’s no place else I’d rather be.

My parents are snowbirds and fly down to the Florida Keyes for the winter since their retirement began a decade ago.  I’ll fly down before New Years’ to see them along with my little sister who also lives down there with her husband.  That’s always fun.  I’ll have some time on Skype with them later so I know they wouldn’t be texting me now.

Unfortunately, my girlfriend headed up to see her folks upstate, and I would not be seeing her either.  She usually stays up with her family for the next two weeks.  In fact, I curled up next to her pillow when I fell into bed wearing my coat, suit, and shoes. 

Nothing feels better to my aching body than laying in my own bed.  Okay, maybe if my girl’s cute ass is snuggled up on my cock.  Mmm... she does have a fine one, and it’s been a good couple weeks of traveling for me since I’ve seen the live version.  Goddamn, I miss her a lot.

Bzzz!  Bzzz!

“What the fuck!” I shout in frustration and toss the pillow I hold out of bed.  I swear if it’s my job again for some dumb-ass shit I’m quitting!  I mean it this time.  This is just ridiculous!  I already work 10-hour days.  What more do they want?  Blood?  Well, they aren’t getting any!  Fuck that!

I pick up my phone wondering if it’s my weak-ass boss who could never say no to upper management to save his life.  I hold my breath bracing for a request for a favor.  What I see though makes me rub my burning eyes.  I blink tiredly at the screen more than once to make sure I read it right.

Unknown:  Hey lover…

Unknown:  Are u home?

Unknown:  Come down stairs…

Whose number is that?  I don’t recognize it, but I do jump out of bed with my phone still in hand.  Almost running I nearly stumble downstairs to the living room where my real Christmas tree stood.  It smells of fresh pine down there. 

My girl helped me pick it out a few weeks ago and decorate it in red bulbs and white LED lights.  That same light in fact shines against the wood floors and the shocking outline of a slender female turned away from me on her hands and knees.  No stitch of anything else but a G-string thong covers her backside turned to me.

“You…” I whisper, simply astonished.  I’d know that body anywhere.  It’s what I dreamed of before the text messages woke me. 

When I reach the bottom stair with my jaw dragging on the floor, you flash a coy smile at me over your shoulder.  “Hey, stud, I have your present right here.”  You shake your tight ass provocatively for me just the way I like it.  “Won’t you come and unwrap it?”

In less than a minute, I drop my phone and strip off everything I wear except my boxer briefs.  Grinning, I feel my dick straining for release as it grows off to the side of my body.  My hands don’t worry about it because they are too busy once I fall to my knees behind you, touching that sexy ass of yours you know I can’t resist. 

My baby… my love…  How did you get back?  When?  You were supposed to be by your folks by the time I texted you upon my arrival back to town that I would be home for Christmas after all.  I planned on surprising you up at your folks’ place in the morning!  No need now.  I’m the one surprised. 

I do believe in Christmas miracles!  I am so grateful, so thrilled!  I think there’s a tear in my eye! 

Oh, baby… You’re here with me now.  I’m not dreaming.  That’s all that matters.  I squeeze that ass that belongs to me and slap it with glee.  It jiggles for me.  You moan so sweetly.

I groan with real appreciation, “You’re a sight to behold.”  I touch the lovely curve of your back and then grope your ass cheeks pulling them apart for a moment before releasing them.  I then playfully slap both ass cheeks at the same time.  That grants me another moan from you.

“Aren’t I though?  You like, stud?” You ask with the shake of that beautiful ass I love.

My eyes just watch as it sways back and forth in front of me invitingly.  “Oh, no, baby, I love.”

“Don’t you wanna take a closer look?” you inquire with that same coy smile. 

I lean down and lick your ass and bring my tongue up to the top of your crack.  It touches the thong and there’s a favor I detect.  I repeat the action and lick the top of the thong.  The flavor is unmistakable.  “Mmm… strawberry,” I moan in delight.  “My favorite next to you, baby.”

You lick your cherry red lips as you glance back at me.  “Surprise.”

My grin grows because I remember when we talked about presents earlier this month, but this is so unexpected.  We love scrolling through our favorite adult toy websites for new ways to spice up our already hot sex life.  Our exclusive relationship has been wonderful for the better part of 2 years now because of it. 

I’ve never met a woman who so evenly matches my desire or curiosity.  You, baby, are everything that I could ever want.  You’re healthy emotionally as well as physically.  You’re not broken or looking for me to fix you.  We truly enjoy each other’s company in whatever we do, and especially our sex lives.  Finding new and exciting ways to please each other is our thing.

“You remembered,” I say with awe.  One night while surfing the adult toy store online we like, we happen to stumble upon edible panties.  I recall mentioning in passing how I would love to eat your sexy ass out for Christmas if you’d wear something like that.  At that time, you tell me how you don’t own any thongs and don’t really like them.  You honestly hate anything but my tongue stuck between your ass.  Your favorite cut of panties are bikini, and I agreed that they were mine too until now.

“Of course,” you reply and shake that ass some more.  “Won’t you have more of a taste?” 

“Oh, you’ve said but a word, baby!” I say so excited.  Whatever tiredness I feel vanishes for good now!

I dive right in.  So divine.  Girl, you blow my mind.  I’m so lucky that you’re all mine! 

You still shake your tight ass on my face and press back against my tongue that tastes your glory hole.  I coat it liberally with my saliva.  With the mix of the delicious taste of the thong, I’m enjoying each strawberry lick.  So are you by the sweet gasping sounds you make. 

“Oh, you stud!  That feels sooo good.  Yes!  Eat me just like that!  Oh, I love it!” you encourage still pressing back on my tongue. 

“Mmmmm,” I groan and do just that.  I eat your ass out of the string of the thong.  It’s got a kind of fruit roll-up meets jerky texture, but not salty.  More sweet.  “Mmmmm.”

I can’t stop.  I want more and so lift you up.  To your surprise, I lay down and now my head is between your thighs.  You assume my favorite position and lower your ass to my face.  I lick and chew away the thong from your special place that leaks in wetness already.  I taste your arousal on the strawberry G-string.  Mmmm…

Your nails scrap my chest gently along my happy trail as you call it.  Mr. Happy is harder and leaking right along with you.  My tongue licks without hindrance at your sweet pink canoe and the honey you produce has me groaning again.  God, how I love tasting you!

Your body trembles with each lick and dig of my chin against your clit.  My tongue in your entrance makes you cry out your bliss of my taking.  You grind on my face in breathless little pants, and I groan as you produce more sweet honey.  You’re so fucking sweet, baby!

You collapse on top of me with your thighs squeezing my head, but I continue to lick you.  Oh, you taste so good!  But, I feel your weight on me for only a little while when your hand peels Mr. Happy from his enclosure.  You renew his capture but this new restraining space I don’t mind.  It is constrictive true, but so hot and your rough tongue caressing him makes more pre-cum spill. 

My tongue fucks your hole.  I can’t tease it anymore.  I want to feel you coming again as you make me come.  I feel the pressure of it building in my balls as you suck and do it deep.  I feel my head at the back of your throat just the way it feels when I hit bottom inside your hot pussy.  Your lips hug my cock as you bob your head on my shaft down to the base and back up again.  I won’t hold on much longer so I bump and rub my chin into our clit with more vigor.  Then quickly I lick my fingers and shove them deep inside your love channel.  I remember where that G-spot is in you and strike it on repeat until you come apart.  It’s good timing because right after your violent tremors and sweet cries, I release my cum into your waiting mouth.

Both of us lay simmering down for moments without time when you finish cleaning me up.  I do the same for you while eating the rest of the thong.  What a lovely late night snack that!

You flip around at last, climbing over me with your round face flushed and so happy.  Your eyes, dark pools of love wash over me as I reach for you and draw you down to me.  We kiss softly, and explore each other’s taste.  Groaning together we like what we find.  You pull away smiling as you cuddle on my side laying your head on my chest.

There we lay on the floor next to the Christmas tree and I snatch the red blanket from beneath it and cover our sweaty bodies with it.  You snuggle more in my arms still laying on top of me.  “I love you.  Merry Christmas, darling.”  You kiss my chest right where that small bit of hair grows.  You call it my paw-paw patch and drag your nails lazily over it.  It makes my toes curl.

I kiss your head and sigh at the gift you are to me since the day you’ve come into my life.  “I love you, too, baby.  Thanks for making this Christmas so special.”

That thong… my thong for Christmas was delicious!  Damn… I wonder if I could talk you into one for Valentine’s day?


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