A Very Merry Christmas Indeed Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Very Merry Christmas Indeed Part 1

... and scrolled through social media mindlessly. She could hear the movie in the other room. Her husband and kids were still watching the Christmas movie she had picked. Annie bit her lip, thinking, and she changed apps with another glance to make sure nobody was coming.

There were a couple more likes but no more comments. Annie’s disappointment at that surprised her. It was only a picture of her feet, she thought. Honestly, it surprised her that people had taken the time to comment on the picture at all. She tapped her foot impatiently.

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She hadn’t been able to get it out of her mind. Annie looked down the hall to make sure nobody was coming. She pulled her sweatpants up to her mid-calf and took a few pictures from different angles, making sure to get her arches in the picture. The microwave beeped as the timer ended. She opened the door, took out the hot cocoa, and prepared another mug.

This time, while she waited, she didn’t hesitate to choose one of the pictures she liked and hit post. She waited, wondering if she would get the same kind of response. A minute later, Annie returned to the living room with the second round for her and the kids.

She sat on the sofa and put her feet up, stretching out. The kids laughed hysterically as a character slipped on ice and fell.

Annie pulled her phone out while she drank her cocoa. Her angle on the sofa would give her privacy. She pulled up the forum where she had posted. It hadn’t taken long for her ...

... to get a few comments this time.

“Those are amazing, good to see you post again,” one read.

Another said, “I would suck on those toes.” Her thighs rubbed together almost imperceptibly as she kept scrolling, imagining the men looking at her body. She imagined them hard for her, wanting her.

Jeff laughed at the movie. Annie bit her lip, reveling in her little secret.

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The restaurant was decorated for Christmas. Everywhere you looked, there were garlands and twinkling strands of lights. Poinsettias were in the middle of every table, adding a splash of red to the room. A large Christmas Tree was the centerpiece and nearly reached the twelve-foot ceiling of the center of the ballroom.

Annie was wearing the black conservative skirt she had bought at the boutique the week before and a pair of black heels. She heard them clicking on the floor as she walked through the restaurant. The skirt flowed down to just below her knees. She had paired it with a red sweater that felt Christmassy but elegant.

Every year, she went out to a fancy lunch with a handful of her closest girlfriends, where they would do a small gift exchange. She saw Susan and the others at a table on the far side of the restaurant as she made her way over to them. Alice and Beth were sitting with Susan, so Annie was the last to arrive.

“Hey, Annie!” Susan greeted her. “That skirt looks amazing on you.”

She hugged Susan, Beth, and Alice in turn as they got up to greet ...