Festive First-Time - Sex Stories

Festive First-Time

... farts, and had myself the most wonderful play... The next day, I texted her again, asking if she's still up for coming round mine. "Hi Sam soz I just woke up I can be around about 4 if that's ok? xx" She texted back 20mins later. "That's more than ok hon cant wait see you then :) x" I text back. I was practically skipping around the room, anxious to have a proper catch-up with her. "me too :) omg my morning farts are ripe this morning!! lol whoops ;) xx" She text back. Once again, she left me stunned. I loved how brash she was being with me, and truth be told, I now fully knew that she knows I really enjoy farts. I guess her having plenty of experience being around guys with a fart-fetish meant she can tell when someone has that fetish or not, even a girl like me, she was able to pick up on it that I also have that fetish. "lol I wouldn't mind them ;) let em rip! lol :) x" I text back, my clit started tingling at the thought. "I am ;) feels so good blowing them off lol see you soon, love Danni xx" She replied. Fuck I felt like I had wet myself, I was so turned on now! I didn't know what to do first, tidy up around my house, or masturbate... I re-read her texts to me again and I knew there was no way I'd be getting anything done feeling this wet and horny! So I slumped back down onto my bed and had a lovely time with myself. When I was done, I sighed real relieved and got up to the bathroom to have a wash, and tidied my house in preparation for Danni. After that was done, I ...

... had a nice shower, once again I was helpless to resist touching myself over thoughts of her, her gorgeous plump ass, and her amazing hot smelly farts. Afterwards, I got dressed. I wore a nice black V-neck t-shirt with small sleeves and the words, "Wild Thing" written on it in a leopard print pattern. A small dark denim mini-skirt, and just out of honour to Danni and her love of leopard print, I decided underneath all that to wear my sexy leopard print bra and thong. I waited around anxiously for the ring of my doorbell. It was unbearable, like a young girl waiting around on Christmas Eve for the big day. Finally, about 10mins after 4. The bell rang. I sprang to my feet, quickly dusted myself down, straitened my top, and very quickly brushed my blonde hair. I stood at the door, sighed nervously, and opened it. "Hello!" I cheered, seeing her stood there wearing a festive red top and black tights. Even with her standing below the doorstep, she was still an inch taller than me. "Hiya!" She greeted me, and showed me a bottle of white wine in her hand. "I didn't know wether to bring this or not." "Looks nice, don't think I've had this before." I smiled, taking the bottle from her, and showed her in. As she stepped up and walked in, she was now a few inches taller to me. I can't help but to notice how even more prettier she looks from the angle I'm at, looking up at her. "You have a lovely place." She compliments me. "Thank you, please have yourself a seat." I pleasantly grin and ...