Early Christmas Gift - Sex Stories

Early Christmas Gift

Ellen was waiting for me in a deserted corner of the parking garage at my condo building. We have had four sexual trysts after she moved to Dallas from Atlanta. While I was at the TV station delivering gifts for the employees, Ellen whispered in my ear " That she would be waiting for me in the condo's parking garage." OH MY GOD.... That feels sooooooo good, baby." Ellen is so horny and we had not seen each other for two weeks. She pushes me up against the wall pinning me there with her hand while she slides down onto her knees and starts unfastening my belt...Her eyes are locked on mine and never look away as she jerks my pants down to the floor. She is so sexy, so intense, seeing her look at me that way, totally possessive, powerfully, and controlling. I see the smirk, a hint of a smile: she knows she is being so naughty. Ellen loves what she is doing to me, and the way she looks and feels is making me very horny. We were supposed to wait till after Christmas, when her family had went home, but the parking garage is nearly empty since most everybody has left for Christmas, and seeing me today apparently caused the can't-wait-any-longer wanting me that it created in her. For not looking at my belt, button and zipper, it didn't take her long to undo my pants and drop them down around my ankles. Exposed, with nothing but my cotton briefs between her and me, the cool morning air in the garage mixes with the heat of me and her mouth in a crazy invigorating and stimulating, ...

... making me painfully harder. Ellen says something about noticing me tense, a sexual tensing. Goosebumps raise up as her fingers float up my upper inner thigh and disappears inside my briefs brushing against my balls. Already in a heightened state of awareness, they jump and twitch at the feel of her small soft hand. God, I want her NOW. Ellen knows I do, but she is having so much fun teasing me. She reaches further up inside my briefs, from the legs, letting her fingers peek up through the waistband and travel lightly, sexily, around the sensitive part of my stomach to my hips, then her fingers turn, curl, grabbing the waistband, and pulling down, fully exposing me. Her eyes leave mine now, for the first time, as she sits back slightly on her legs admiring what she has revealed. In the shadows cast by the array of halide lights peppering the ceiling in the garage stands a statue, my hard shaft that she created, this throbbing hot monster waiting hungrily for her. I shiver, partly in response to the cool air, but in response to her. Ellen sees me shaking, and brings her hands and eyes back to me. " Now, John, now..." She smiles again, her lips purse into a soft O of wet flesh, as her tongue draws a circle of moisture on her lips. Ellen approaches the tip of my cock slowly kissing it. I gasp and relax against the wall, my legs threatening to let loose and drop me on the floor, but her firm palm on my abdomen keeps me against the wall. She licks the length of my shaft, the hard tip of ...