A Christmas Tail... Oops!... Tale - Sex Stories

A Christmas Tail... Oops!... Tale

... whatever she could to help. At one point I looked out into the night and saw in the street light that it was snowing heavily, and probably had been since just after Kate had arrived. There was already close to ten centimetres of accumulation just in those couple of hours. I decided not to say anything as I knew Kate would be concerned and would want to leave for home. It looked to me that already that would be a bad decision, but she was headstrong and, unless it was too severe, I knew she would throw caution to the wind. If it continued snowing the way it had been, by the time dinner was finished she would have no choice but to stay the night, which would be the sensible thing to do. At one point during dinner Kate decided to check the weather outside and came back looking very concerned, saying that she would have to leave soon because of the snow. Lana and I looked out and were both adamant that she wasn’t going to leave. Our guest room was always prepared for company so it wouldn’t be an issue for us. She finally relented and went to the next room to call home. We could hear that the conversation became heated and when she came back she looked really upset. “I’m sorry,” she said, “but we’ve just had another row. It’s not about me staying. He agreed that it was the right thing to do. It was just some small thing that was said that blew out of proportion.” But then the smile returned to her face and she said, “But that’s not going to ruin my evening with my two favourite ...

... people. Another glass of wine please.” A mood of joviality swept over us and the atmosphere became as light as I could ever remember it. More wine flowed and I could tell that both of them were getting a wee bit tipsy. Too much wine for Lana was real ‘panty remover’. I loved it when she got a little drunk because she could become unpredictable, and when we were alone those were the nights we usually had our wildest sex. Glasses were low so I got up to get another bottle. When I came back I stood directly behind Lana, and as I slowly filled her glass I put my left hand over her shoulder, onto her neck and chest and let it slide down onto her right breast, giving it a little squeeze as it came to rest. “Ted," she giggled, and I felt her nipple harden against my palm. As if giving a toast I stated, “This is a wonderful evening. I don’t recall you two being in such a good mood for a long time.” With that I gave her nipple a pinch. Now, Lana’s breasts are extremely sensitive and she loves it when I lavish attention on them. She’s told me that her nipples are hard-wired to her clit and she has cum with just their stimulation, and when I pinch or bite them she becomes immediately aroused, wet and quite helpless. “Oh Ted. Please don’t.” I continued talking and looking at Kate who was smiling broadly while casually watching what I was doing. I moved my hand up and slipped it under her blouse, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple again, this time a little harder. “Please...,” she ...