All The Kings Horses - Sex Stories

All The Kings Horses

... hard and increasing by the minute. We were greeted by Gary standing in the frosted window, dressed in a Santa hat and waving at us. How corny can you get, I thought to myself. Kinda funny though, because Anne was dressed as an elf. I just sat there contemplating what was going to happen next. "Alan, when we go inside, let me do the talking and follow my lead. Okay?" "Sure I understand. I'll bring in the food and wine, and you bring... well... the dessert." I winked and she grinned. "Anne, this whole scenario seems a bit off to me." "How so?" "Well, to start with is your sudden concern for Gary's wellbeing. It was not long ago that you couldn't care less about him. Why the change of heart?" "You're going to laugh at me... but when I saw how devastated he was after Alma died, I thought how I would feel if I lost you. I'd be crushed, like him, walking around in a fog. I have no idea what will happen, but I'm hoping that showing a little compassion is the right thing to. After all, this is Christmas... Let's go in. I'm freezing my bare ass off out here." As I opened the car door, the icy cold blasted me like Jack Frost was lurking outside, just waiting. The wind and cold stung my cheeks. The snow crunched with every step of Anne's Neiman Marcus designer boots. She should have worn long pants and leggings. As soon as we managed our way to the top step, Gary opened the door and took Anne by the hand, pulling her in. "Merry Christmas! Welcome, come on in. I have a fire started and ...

... hot cider waiting." "Merry Christmas!" We both said in unison. "I was worried that you might get stuck in the blizzard. You will have to pardon my lack of decorations, but I did manage to put up the tree. I wasn't planning on company," Gary said sadly. Then he asked, "Can I take your coats?" I handed him my hooded parka, and Anne slowly unbuttoned her's. I hadn't seen her whole elf outfit yet, and I was waiting with the same anticipation Gary showed. It was a very alluring outfit. All red, trimmed with white fur, with a skirt halfway up her thigh, and her top exposing a maximum amount of cleavage. The high-heel boots added to her otherwise short stature, accentuating her lovely legs. "Wow! My hot little elf!" I wolf-whistled her, but Gary just stood there gawking. I carried the box of food into his kitchen. Gary led Anne into the adjacent room, and they sat by the fire and drank cider, while I prepared the Swedish meat balls. I watched Anne showing him her undivided attention as he talked. She was giving him full eye contact, and was touching his arm as a gesture while they talked. Anne was in full flirt mode. I noticed she was fiddling with the back of his Santa hat and then stroked the back of his neck. Anne is like a maestro with men, composing the situation like a score sheet. I stayed busy fixing my special meatballs and brazing the garlic bread. After a while I looked up and she was whispering in his ear. I think she must have revealed what his gift was as he jerked his ...