A Sister 'til Christmas (Just a little)
A Sister 'til Christmas (Just a little tiny bit)
By Sabrina
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Author's Note: Just something I am working on for next Christmas... A married CD has her boyfriend visit while the wife is relaxing.
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Whoosh, whoosh, clink. I had so many outfits in my closet, so many that looked like costumes.
The TV was on, my wife Sara was extra quiet, I had made her dinner, I had made her cappuccino, she was content for a while. I was showing Ross my roses and the inside of my closet, revealing all of my dresses, all my high heels. I couldn't believe she let me bring him into my room again. I couldn't believe I wanted him to pick out a dress for me to wear to Jada's party the next night.
"Do you like this color?" I showed him a gold dress, sparkly, I would never wear it out but I would wear it for him if he liked it.
"I do. I especially love what you have on." I was wearing an orange and white plaid gingham dress, it had puffy sleeves, a tight waist, and a full skirt. I felt like a doll in it. I had on brown cowboy boots with a three-inch heel, and a matching bag over my shoulder, like I was going out shopping or to visit neighbors. He slid his hands over my ass, feeling the smoothness of the dress, my pantyhose, even the padded panties. I turned and he pulled me into him, we kissed. I had my hands around his shoulders, my breasts pushing into him. He ran his fingers over my back, my bra strap. My eyes opened wide, I had the bedroom door open. His tongue was inside of me as I stared at the empty hall, hoping Sara didn't get up from her program, hoping she didn't investigate what her sneaky slutty 'sister' was up to.
"Um, Ross, can I show you the trees in the back, they look so beautiful after the snowfall." I smiled, he kissed me some more. I didn't want him to know I was worried about the wife, I wanted him to think I had options with a man in my room.
"Okay, that will be great."
"You might have to help me, my boots are going to be slippery."
*
I called to Sara, told her we were going outside. We were putting on our coats when she walked in on us, I turned around surprised.
"What are you going outside for?"
"Um, I want to show him our property, show him the pines." I shrugged, I would show him those things besides some other things.
"Are you going to change your boots? You can wear a pair of mine."
I looked down, I had on the only boots I owned, all my other shoes were either pumps or sandals, these made me just a touch taller and they were made for grass and probably horses but not snow. Plus, I definitely wasn't going to exchange these for her Uggs, it would be easier to reach his lips with the extra inches. "No, we'll be quick." I smiled, "We will be right back."
She watched us both suspiciously as we went out the side door. She watched us from the kitchen window as we walked deeper into the backyard. Ross held my hand, we walked slowly. My toes were getting cold right away walking in the icy inches. I was holding my coat tightly around me. We ducked under one of the larger trees, the ground was dry, there were only a few brown leaves by our feet.
We started to kiss again. I could tell Ross liked the idea that Sara was only a few yards away, hidden by trees. I opened his jacket and slipped my hands inside, pulling him tighter to me, my face resting on his shoulder. "Mmm, I could stay like this all day."
"Me too." He ran his fingers through my ponytail, I didn't want to tell him it would be gone tomorrow. I was thinking I would be a completely different 'girl' after leaving Jada's salon the next afternoon. I was also thinking sadly that I might be a completely different person on Christmas day.
I looked up, he was taller than me, even in the higher heels. He was so masculine, so solid, so tall and so hard, I missed him the last couple of days. Sara thought I was talking about him too much, bothering him at work or with phone calls. She told me to take a break and I did. She took a break with James too, she said she didn't mind if we just relaxed, just watched TV or the snow, just getting prepared for the rest of the holidays and the visit from the family. Ross begged me to let him visit, I was very easily swayed.
I kissed the side of his lips. "I have been baking the last couple of days."
"You've been busy, it smelled wonderful in the kitchen."
My pink wool kept me warm as I put my hands on his chest, as I pushed my softer, orange and white body against him. I decided to pull his shirt out of his pants, I giggled, I had the cutest little smile while I fumbled with his flannel. I watched him watch me as I started to undo his pants, the button, the zipper, my hand now on his briefs. I felt I was turning into someone different, something more sexual, more spontaneous.
"I'm sorry it's so cold, and you are so warm." I played with him, my long nails feeling his manhood. "I want to do something. Do you think it will be alright? Do you think Sara will see us?"
He looked back toward the house, He had a wide grin careening across his face, he played with my hair again, he bent and kissed me. "I don't know, but I hope not. Do you want her to see us?"
"No, at least I don't think so. This morning she told me that my voice becomes higher and more feminine when I am with you. She said I sounded like a teenage girl when we were at the restaurant the other night."
He looked at me, he started licking his lips, he was watching mine. "I love your voice. I would like you to leave me messages every night, I want your voice the last thing I hear before I fall to sleep." He kissed me again, his tongue went inside my mouth and I sucked him, he twirled in my mouth, I slowly pulled away.
"You," I touched his lips with my long nail. "Are teasing me again."
"I'm not, I love your voice, I also love your lips." And he kissed me harder, deeper. "Would you believe that I even love your boobs?"
"Boots?"
"Ha, that too."
He opened my coat and grabbed the two of them, both our arms were hidden from view by our respective outer clothing. He rubbed, he fondled, I liked how he was handing me, how he made me squirm and feel. He slid his one hand under my short dress, he slid the other into the front of my pantyhose, playing with me as I played with his hard cock.
He made a face. "You feel, um, nice."
"Do I? I have on a pair of weird panties. Sara gave them to me, an early Christmas gift." I then took my hands and pushed him more into my silicone 'vagina.' I felt his finger slip in, I felt him rub and explore. I gasped. "That's not really me, I'm sorry."
"No? It feels nice. Do you like when I do this?" His fingers pressed hard, his palm pushing against me. I felt him pushing on my 'clit.'
I stopped, I paid attention, "I think I do. Ha." I giggled, then we talked quietly as we fondled each other, me with his cock in my hands and him with my small 'clit' moving with his fingers. I told him about the special panties while his three fingers felt inside of them.
We were rubbing and kissing. I could never explain to him that it wasn't this that made me excited, it was the conversation, the whispers in my ear, the compliments about my hair and dress. Even the memory of us at his restaurant talking to our friends. I wondered if he would ever understand a girl like me, one that worried about her appearance, her mannerisms, even her scent constantly.
"You smell so good, you smell like Christmas morning."
After that it didn't take long until we both started cumming, both of us kissing and giggling, pushing into each other, and trying to stay warm in all this wool. My body started shaking as I tried to hold on to him, tried not to slide down to the leaves, tried not to take him down with me.
I had a handful of cum as I brought it to my lips, as I wiped it all on my waiting tongue. "Mmm, you taste even better today. Like cinnamon." I gave him my wide grin and then licked the rest. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and we shared some. He then put his wet fingers in front of my face, tracing my lips with his sticky digits, giving me a new wet lip gloss. The front of my pantyhose was slightly damp and soon we pushed our bodies together, making me wish we would be frozen and stuck together for the rest of the darkening afternoon.
We heard footsteps in the snow. We held each other's bodies as we turned toward the sound. My dress was hidden by my long coat, but still raised and now stuck into the top of my pantyhose, exposing my front and nylon ass. Ross's pants and briefs slightly dipped below his upper thigh, barely staying up.
"What the hell are you two doing?"
We were quiet, I felt caught, I felt like I was back in Florida as a teen or at my parents' house hiding in the bathroom with a pair of my mother's heels, her underwear, her new scarf, and nail polish.
"Shit. Jada called, she wants you to call her back." Sara was watching as we were still embraced, she was looking at us, annoyed we had to go out among the trees and in the cold to be alone, our coats hiding his returning erection. "She has questions about something, um, Ross you better go, Sabrina, will see you tomorrow at the party."
His pants fell below his knees.
*
The whole story will be on LIT sometime before Xmas, ha, thanks for reading...
By Sabrina
***
Author's Note: Just something I am working on for next Christmas... A married CD has her boyfriend visit while the wife is relaxing.
*
Whoosh, whoosh, clink. I had so many outfits in my closet, so many that looked like costumes.
The TV was on, my wife Sara was extra quiet, I had made her dinner, I had made her cappuccino, she was content for a while. I was showing Ross my roses and the inside of my closet, revealing all of my dresses, all my high heels. I couldn't believe she let me bring him into my room again. I couldn't believe I wanted him to pick out a dress for me to wear to Jada's party the next night.
"Do you like this color?" I showed him a gold dress, sparkly, I would never wear it out but I would wear it for him if he liked it.
"I do. I especially love what you have on." I was wearing an orange and white plaid gingham dress, it had puffy sleeves, a tight waist, and a full skirt. I felt like a doll in it. I had on brown cowboy boots with a three-inch heel, and a matching bag over my shoulder, like I was going out shopping or to visit neighbors. He slid his hands over my ass, feeling the smoothness of the dress, my pantyhose, even the padded panties. I turned and he pulled me into him, we kissed. I had my hands around his shoulders, my breasts pushing into him. He ran his fingers over my back, my bra strap. My eyes opened wide, I had the bedroom door open. His tongue was inside of me as I stared at the empty hall, hoping Sara didn't get up from her program, hoping she didn't investigate what her sneaky slutty 'sister' was up to.
"Um, Ross, can I show you the trees in the back, they look so beautiful after the snowfall." I smiled, he kissed me some more. I didn't want him to know I was worried about the wife, I wanted him to think I had options with a man in my room.
"Okay, that will be great."
"You might have to help me, my boots are going to be slippery."
*
I called to Sara, told her we were going outside. We were putting on our coats when she walked in on us, I turned around surprised.
"What are you going outside for?"
"Um, I want to show him our property, show him the pines." I shrugged, I would show him those things besides some other things.
"Are you going to change your boots? You can wear a pair of mine."
I looked down, I had on the only boots I owned, all my other shoes were either pumps or sandals, these made me just a touch taller and they were made for grass and probably horses but not snow. Plus, I definitely wasn't going to exchange these for her Uggs, it would be easier to reach his lips with the extra inches. "No, we'll be quick." I smiled, "We will be right back."
She watched us both suspiciously as we went out the side door. She watched us from the kitchen window as we walked deeper into the backyard. Ross held my hand, we walked slowly. My toes were getting cold right away walking in the icy inches. I was holding my coat tightly around me. We ducked under one of the larger trees, the ground was dry, there were only a few brown leaves by our feet.
We started to kiss again. I could tell Ross liked the idea that Sara was only a few yards away, hidden by trees. I opened his jacket and slipped my hands inside, pulling him tighter to me, my face resting on his shoulder. "Mmm, I could stay like this all day."
"Me too." He ran his fingers through my ponytail, I didn't want to tell him it would be gone tomorrow. I was thinking I would be a completely different 'girl' after leaving Jada's salon the next afternoon. I was also thinking sadly that I might be a completely different person on Christmas day.
I looked up, he was taller than me, even in the higher heels. He was so masculine, so solid, so tall and so hard, I missed him the last couple of days. Sara thought I was talking about him too much, bothering him at work or with phone calls. She told me to take a break and I did. She took a break with James too, she said she didn't mind if we just relaxed, just watched TV or the snow, just getting prepared for the rest of the holidays and the visit from the family. Ross begged me to let him visit, I was very easily swayed.
I kissed the side of his lips. "I have been baking the last couple of days."
"You've been busy, it smelled wonderful in the kitchen."
My pink wool kept me warm as I put my hands on his chest, as I pushed my softer, orange and white body against him. I decided to pull his shirt out of his pants, I giggled, I had the cutest little smile while I fumbled with his flannel. I watched him watch me as I started to undo his pants, the button, the zipper, my hand now on his briefs. I felt I was turning into someone different, something more sexual, more spontaneous.
"I'm sorry it's so cold, and you are so warm." I played with him, my long nails feeling his manhood. "I want to do something. Do you think it will be alright? Do you think Sara will see us?"
He looked back toward the house, He had a wide grin careening across his face, he played with my hair again, he bent and kissed me. "I don't know, but I hope not. Do you want her to see us?"
"No, at least I don't think so. This morning she told me that my voice becomes higher and more feminine when I am with you. She said I sounded like a teenage girl when we were at the restaurant the other night."
He looked at me, he started licking his lips, he was watching mine. "I love your voice. I would like you to leave me messages every night, I want your voice the last thing I hear before I fall to sleep." He kissed me again, his tongue went inside my mouth and I sucked him, he twirled in my mouth, I slowly pulled away.
"You," I touched his lips with my long nail. "Are teasing me again."
"I'm not, I love your voice, I also love your lips." And he kissed me harder, deeper. "Would you believe that I even love your boobs?"
"Boots?"
"Ha, that too."
He opened my coat and grabbed the two of them, both our arms were hidden from view by our respective outer clothing. He rubbed, he fondled, I liked how he was handing me, how he made me squirm and feel. He slid his one hand under my short dress, he slid the other into the front of my pantyhose, playing with me as I played with his hard cock.
He made a face. "You feel, um, nice."
"Do I? I have on a pair of weird panties. Sara gave them to me, an early Christmas gift." I then took my hands and pushed him more into my silicone 'vagina.' I felt his finger slip in, I felt him rub and explore. I gasped. "That's not really me, I'm sorry."
"No? It feels nice. Do you like when I do this?" His fingers pressed hard, his palm pushing against me. I felt him pushing on my 'clit.'
I stopped, I paid attention, "I think I do. Ha." I giggled, then we talked quietly as we fondled each other, me with his cock in my hands and him with my small 'clit' moving with his fingers. I told him about the special panties while his three fingers felt inside of them.
We were rubbing and kissing. I could never explain to him that it wasn't this that made me excited, it was the conversation, the whispers in my ear, the compliments about my hair and dress. Even the memory of us at his restaurant talking to our friends. I wondered if he would ever understand a girl like me, one that worried about her appearance, her mannerisms, even her scent constantly.
"You smell so good, you smell like Christmas morning."
After that it didn't take long until we both started cumming, both of us kissing and giggling, pushing into each other, and trying to stay warm in all this wool. My body started shaking as I tried to hold on to him, tried not to slide down to the leaves, tried not to take him down with me.
I had a handful of cum as I brought it to my lips, as I wiped it all on my waiting tongue. "Mmm, you taste even better today. Like cinnamon." I gave him my wide grin and then licked the rest. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and we shared some. He then put his wet fingers in front of my face, tracing my lips with his sticky digits, giving me a new wet lip gloss. The front of my pantyhose was slightly damp and soon we pushed our bodies together, making me wish we would be frozen and stuck together for the rest of the darkening afternoon.
We heard footsteps in the snow. We held each other's bodies as we turned toward the sound. My dress was hidden by my long coat, but still raised and now stuck into the top of my pantyhose, exposing my front and nylon ass. Ross's pants and briefs slightly dipped below his upper thigh, barely staying up.
"What the hell are you two doing?"
We were quiet, I felt caught, I felt like I was back in Florida as a teen or at my parents' house hiding in the bathroom with a pair of my mother's heels, her underwear, her new scarf, and nail polish.
"Shit. Jada called, she wants you to call her back." Sara was watching as we were still embraced, she was looking at us, annoyed we had to go out among the trees and in the cold to be alone, our coats hiding his returning erection. "She has questions about something, um, Ross you better go, Sabrina, will see you tomorrow at the party."
His pants fell below his knees.
*
The whole story will be on LIT sometime before Xmas, ha, thanks for reading...
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