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 The moon is right, the spirits up, we're here tonight and that's
enough.....

   Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house the only thing
stirring was the gentle buzz of a mobile phone message "I'm on my way".

   Her heart begins to pound in her ears, 'Can I be this lucky?  Is he
coming tonight?' She leaps out of bed and runs down the stairs.  The fairy
lights from the Christmas tree light the lounge in a warm glow.  The
ambient hue shimmers off her black satin babydoll nightie as she scampers
around making room for him in her space.  She checks her hair, make-up and
pinches herself to make sure she's not dreaming.

   He will park round the back...  I need to go meet him, but in this?  No
wait, black knee-high boots by the door and a short red coat - how perfect,
how festive!

   The sounds of a car pulling up draw her out the back door and across the
garden, and there he is, climbing out and smiling.  Grasping his hand and
pulling him to her, she quickly looks around.  It is dark, but still,
someone might see...

   She leads him down the garden path and into the house.  Twirling her
round; they kiss, his soft lips press against hers and her eyes close;
drinking in the smell, taste and feel of him.  His tongue explores her
mouth she presses herself to him and feeds back hungrily.  She gives
herself over to him completely...  tonight she is utterly his...  anything
goes.

   Up the stairs into the lounge and the soft lights shine off his long
dark hair and his lips now flushed from the kiss...  the desire to bite
that bottom lip is overwhelming and she can feel herself flooding with
moist honey in anticipation.

   Stood across the room from him she drops the coat from her shoulders,
and he looks her up and down.  Her long brunette curls fall down her back,
the black satin nightie a stark contrast against her pale white skin and
the hem skimming the tops of her thighs just hiding her sex from view... 
Should she tell him that in all the rush she 'forgot' to slip on any
panties? ...  no let him find out himself.

   They come together and his arms wrap around her.  The satin sliding
softly against the front of his jeans and t-shirt and she knows that she
wants all of him, here tonight.  "Drop em boy" Grinning he swiftly strips
off his t-shirt and then undoes his jeans.  She takes hold of them and
slides them down his legs, dropping to her knees in front of him.  He is
now hers to play with and lick and suck and caress as much as she wants...
and she does want.  She runs her fingers softly up the insides of his
thighs and wraps her palm around the shaft of his penis, squeezing gently.
Looking up at him with dark playful eyes his head goes back as he lets out
a deep sigh as she begins to stroke.  With one hand she guides him to her
lips and gently parts them around the tip.  She runs her tongue in a circle
around her lips and takes him in slowly, relishing the taste.  She begins a
sweet slow rhythm...  this is not something to rush, we have all the time
in the world.

   His hands twist in her hair as he holds on gently as his knees begin to
shake and she tastes the first tang of salty juice that she is seeking.  He
pants and groans as he releases all over her tongue and down her throat. 
She swallows hungrily, knowing that only he tastes this good and her eyes
close to take it all in.

   He drops to his knees in front of her and they are face to face, both
smiling, that dreamy faraway look of astonishment in his eyes that she
likes so much.  For a while they stay watching, waiting, returning to their
bodies.....

   Then a different look appears, a hint of mischief, that foxy smile
crosses his face, an eyebrow raises and she knows she's in for it now!

   His hands grab around her waist and with one swift movement he lifts her
up and over to sit her on the edge of the sofa.  Quickly his hands part her
legs and a laugh escapes as he spots the lack of panties (always happy to
surprise my beautiful!) A strong hand slides up her thighs to find her
already wet and waiting, deftly his finger slides over and inside her,
sliding in and out gently.  He licks his finger and tastes the exotic taste
that he finds himself fantasising about when they're apart.  Again his
fingers find her clitoris and rubs in gentle circles bringing a sensual
groan from her lips, she sinks back onto the cushions.  Her breathing
quickens easily as his skilled touch makes rivers of sensation run through
her and her skins flushes as she looses all sense of where, when and how.
Her hands run over her body, touching her ample breasts as she moves in
time with his touch.  That feeling begins to mount as the world dims from
view.  A carnal scream escapes as he brings her.  She comes...  soaking his
hand with her juice.  Unrelentingly she feels his moustache touch her
thighs and he begins to lick and nuzzle her.  "oh god oh god" as he tongues
her, lapping at her orgasm until she can't stand it any longer and she
grinds against his lips as an unearthly cry escapes her lips as she orgasms
harder than ever, her body twisting and lifting up.

   As the room swims back into being, she hears him licking his lips, as he
kisses down her thighs to sit back at her feet and strokes her legs to
bring her back to earth.  "Touché" she manages to mutter through the haze.