Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2 - Sex Stories

Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2

... oil-wrestle. Mandy is the center of attention. No. WE’RE the center of attention. More people crowd into the booth, and she decides… well, I’m not sure what she decides… she spins and straddles me. She literally hikes up her dress, spins and faces me – chest to chest. I guess she’s decided she likes the attention. I like the attention too. The boys are like iron now. I know this because if I had a dick and I were watching this I’d be like iron too. Coincidentally, if I had a dick Mandy would be sitting right on it. I see my boyfriend watching us. His eyes are wide and he’s smiling a giddy, uncontrollable grin, like a 15-year-old that just saw his neighbor’s pussy in a truth-or-dare game. I know exactly what he’s thinking –he’s hoping I like this girl as much as he does. He’s lucky, because I like her more. I’m startled by this realization and my pulse picks up. I know I must be at least as excited as he is. She’s facing me now and my mind is racing, but it’s thrown off track as she whispers more peppermint on me. The elves all look at me as if I’m crashing their party. They’re intense and erect and dripping. Mandy sways on top of me in time with the music. The boys like this. I like this. I’m drunk. I know what else the boys will like, so I gently place my hand on her breast. She smiles and shifts on me, causing her dress to slide up. I can see her panties – they’re red and lacy. I’m sure the boys can see her panties too. We make a show of it – hands, breasts, and sweat. I’m ...

... taken by her. She leans in close to me, her face inches from mine, and suddenly it feels like there is no one else in the room. Peppermint. The elves undress me. My dress slides off and falls into the soft, white snow. My bra pops off as the elves surround me and pull me to my knees. It’s inevitable now. Our lips touch – softly at first, but with a kind of energy that I didn’t expect – it’s an energy so intense that it causes me to shiver. I kiss her like we’re alone – like I’m hers – like it’s snowing. Chapter 2 -------------------------------------- Mandy has poured herself a glass of red wine that sits idly on the nightstand. It seems to be part of her costume – red dress, red heels, red wine. She looks like Valentines Day – or, rather, she looks like that exciting moment that occurs only once per year at the end of Valentine’s day and beginning of Valentine’s night. She looks like what happens after the candle-lit dinners and the slow dances and the exchanging of sappy gifts. Her tight dress clings to her like she’s a red, shrink-wrapped present. I can’t wait to open her up. Jason, however, looks outmatched. Mandy has him pressed against the bedroom wall, suffocating him in peppermint and breasts and hips and lips and impending sex. She is kissing him while she feels his big, meaty hardness through his underwear. I can tell that she’s enjoying this. Her hands idle on his bulging briefs, feeling the thickness of him. I can see her fingers move torturously over him as she ...