What A Christmas, Carol - Sex Stories

What A Christmas, Carol

... need. Her heart started to race and her fingers felt clumsy, but she finally found what she was looking for. Quickly stripping out of her robe and pajamas before she could get second thoughts, she stepped into the black, frilly panties with the bright red bows. The matching bra, or more of a bustier or a miniature corset, was a bit awkward to put on, but one look into the small mirror opposite the bed told her that it fit perfectly. She had bought the ensemble for Fernando, images of romantic lovemaking at the forefront of her mind. But that had been then. She pulled the sheer, black nylon stockings with the red seams up her legs, straightening them around her thighs with shaking fingers. Matching gloves soon covered her arms, leaving only the tips of her fingers bare. Her skin started to burn with arousal and trepidation. She froze. What if what she had heard yesterday had just been said in the throes of passion? What if she was rebuffed? What if… But June and Edgar were -- she was sure about that even though she had only just gotten to know them -- genuine. She plucked the big red bow from Fernando’s now useless present, careful not to damage it. It would fit. Carol sneaked back to the living room and pulled one of the sheepskin rugs over underneath the decorated fir branch next to the couch and wrapped the loose ends of the bow around her chest. Her breath flew. The fire crackled merrily. Now all she could do was wait. * * * * Carol must have dozed off. A soft, “Oh!” got ...

... her wide awake though. She opened her eyes to see Edgar and June, both in their pajamas, her arm wrapped around her husband’s midriff, standing just a few feet away with wide eyes. “Carol?” Edgar asked. The prominent emotion on his face was one of puzzlement, but hidden behind that was a lustful desire. Carol felt her skin grow hot and start to prickle. June’s eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a small hint of a grin tugging on the corner of her mouth. She felt like jumping from a huge cliff, but there was no way to turn back. “I heard you," she confessed. "I mean, last night. I went to fetch me a glass of water, and your door wasn’t closed, and…” She closed her eyes. Her skin was burning up by now, and she felt utterly stupid, stammering like this. “Carol?” This time it was June who whispered her name, gently, drawing Carol’s insecure gaze towards her. “Yes?” She bit her lip. “Do you really, really mean what you are implying?” “I…” It was a last way out. Thinks would be a bit awkward perhaps, but nothing had to happen. She could still… June’s tongue trailed over her lips, a subconscious declaration of her thoughts, and suddenly all Carol could think about was to strip the woman of her clothes, to cover her thighs with kisses, to caress her big breasts and suck those dark nipples into her mouth. She didn’t know where that came from, but the moisture building between her thighs made her words inevitable. “Yes! God, yes! It’s all I’ve been thinking about all night!” And then, ...