It’s three days before Christmas, and I am shopping for that special something. I’m Lucy, twenty-nine years old, tall, slim and blonde with 34D boobs. I’m a legal secretary and I’m married to Dan. He is two years older than I am, ex-army, he has a rock-hard body and works for the government.

Officially he’s a security adviser, which in his case means flying off to far-flung corners of the earth at very short notice, where he “problem solves” and more than that he won’t tell me. I do know he wears one of those sexy little earpieces like on the telly.

Anyway, the first thing the day before Christmas he has a morning flight to catch and so our celebration is being moved forward by one day. I want a sexy little outfit for him to remember me by. So here I am in a high-end lingerie store near my office choosing a silk teddy in black with matching thong, both so sheer they will reveal more than they hide. Now all I need are some stockings from the next aisle.

Lace, I wanted sheer lace topped thigh highs. Stepping back to scan the shelves I bump into the person behind me, turning to apologise, I realise it’s my neighbour from across the close. Jill moved in several months back, she’s married to a surgeon and works in insurance, this I found out when I met her at a bbq at our neighbour's place.

She recognises me and blushes real deep red from the neck up. Jill is stunning, tall and busty but with a runner’s body, and glorious strawberry blond hair. I’ve never been attracted to a woman before, but that blush and those freckles across her nose, mmm… she is making me feel horny and tingly.

Trying to ease her evident embarrassment, I showed her my teddy and explain my errand, she stops trying to hide her purchase behind her back and let me see her choices. A Basque, in deep red satin that’s just made for her colouring, with demi cups and the tiniest matching string thong. “Busted,” she mutters, still looking like a naughty school girl. “I also need stockings,” she exclaims with a giggle.

“I’ve just passed the red shades,” I smile and indicate the end shelf.

“Look I’ve got to dash, it’s my lunch hour, why don’t you come around for drinks Christmas eve, Dan will be away but bring Chas and I’ll fix some nibbles,” I burst out unexpectedly.

“That is so nice of you. Sure, as long as Chas agrees we will be there. I will let you know if we can’t make it,” she says smiling at me.

Our early Christmas day is amazing, just Dan and I, spending quality time together. We exchange Christmas presents; a diamond pendant on a chain from him which he delights in placing between my full breasts, while I give him a Breitling watch engraved with sentiments of my love.

He loves my outfit and delights with the way the pendant looks as it sways between my full breasts, the lights dancing off it as I rock in ecstasy above him… and then he’s gone, duffel in one hand, mobile in the other, off to the airport, sporting his new Breitling watch.

Our Christmas is over, just as most people are starting theirs so I tidy up the house. Not a huge task, a quick dust around and remember to retrieve my panties from atop the Christmas tree. Then I prepare some mince pies, and savoury snacks for Jill and Chas, it will be nice to spend the evening with someone.

It’s odd, seven thirty and no sign of them, I know we agreed seven but a few minutes longer will do no harm. I look across the road and I can see Jill’s Range Rover, but no sign of Chas’s Jag.

Eight o’clock something is clearly wrong I think, so taking the bull by the horns, I cross to Jill’s house and ring the bell. No answer but I’m sure I see the curtain move.

I ring again, a long continuous ring. This time Jill opens the door, she is wearing sweat pants and a tee and is flushed and red eyed

“What’s up, Jill?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she replies, her voice shaking with emotion, her breathing ragged. “Well nothing new anyway,” she sobs.

Stepping into her house, I close the door, and ask again.

“It’s Chas, he’s gone, no, not left me,” she says, seeing my look, “gone to work, a medical emergency.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Hun,” I feel a need to hug her and comfort her, “I guess it goes with his job,” I continue.

Jill turns her face to mine, her green eyes ablaze with anger, “Like fuck it does, he’s screwing his theatre nurse,” she all but shouts at me. “The only medical emergency is an outbreak of wet pussy.”

I place my hands on her upper arms,”Are you sure?”

She nods, “Oh yes, I’m sure, the clues have been there for a while now, medical conferences and sudden late surgeries, guess I was trying to kid myself. Well, he can fuck right off! After Christmas, I’m seeing a solicitor and starting afresh.”

“Ok, if you’re serious, make sure you speak to me, we have some great divorce lawyers in my office. Now grab your coat, its drinks at my place remember.”

It’s noticeably colder as we cross back to my house, overhead the sky is dark with stars shining like miniature diamonds. I quickly usher Jill inside and head to the fireplace to add extra logs, they crackle and hiss as the flames lick around them.

“Have a seat, Jill, while I fix us some drinks.”

Soon we sit in matched armchairs on either side of the roaring log fire, large glasses of a peppery Bordeaux and a tray of savouries on the stool between us.

“Thanks for this Lucy, I really need some company tonight, and this is glorious, such a warm comfortable home. I love real fires.”

Jill is finally looking relaxed and calm, “You’re most welcome,” I reply stretching out my legs and wriggling my toes to the heat of the fire.

“So, how was yesterday, did you have a good time with Dan,” she asks grinning at me,

“Yes, we had a great time.” I’m conscious of her failing marriage but I can’t keep the joy out of my voice as I think back 24 hours, picturing myself kneeling in that very armchair as Dan filled me from behind.

“And the outfit, I bet he loved the outfit,” she giggles.

“Oh, he did, he really did”, I reply, and then I follow her gaze, caught on the picture rail to the side of the fireplace is a black silk stocking, my turn to blush, then giggle as I hear myself saying, “It lead to some great sex, well worth the money I spent.”

“My outfit never made it out of the bag. Chas was packing his overnight as I got home with it. All that money and it's wasted,” Jill sighed and helped herself to more wine.

Looking at Jill stretched out in my armchair, her full breasts clearly outlined against her tee, I struggle to ignore my racing pulse and whisper, “why not fetch it now?”

Jill turns those amazing green eyes on me, “Sorry Lucy, say that again.”

“Your outfit,” I choke out, “Why not fetch your outfit and wear it here, we can have a girls only Christmas,” I can feel my heart pound. I can feel myself colouring up as I look at her

“Ok, she says, on one condition, you wear yours too, presuming you can find all of it,” she laughs and points at my errant stocking.

“Deal,” I say, and I can feel my pussy swelling with lust.

Thirty minutes later Jill is back showered and groomed with her outfit, an overnight bag and several bottles of champagne, the really good stuff from Chas’s private collection she gleefully explains, as she pours two generous glasses.

Then it’s off to my bedroom room to change.

I’m shaking as I change, I can’t believe I’m doing this, but here I am slipping into sexy lingerie to spend the evening with a woman. I know I want this, I slip a finger between my swollen lips and it’s immediately coated with juices from my excitement. I lick my finger clean, tasting my sweetness. I add fresh stockings and a thong and head downstairs.

Returning to the fireplace, I’m shaken by the beauty before me, Jill’s Basque fits her like a glove. Transparent panels reveal her tight figure, the deep red satin compliments her smooth milky skin. Her full breasts nestle in their demi cups, large pink nipples barely contained. I know she is tall but her legs encased in glossy red net stockings seem never ending, spike heels add to the effect.

“Wow,” I choke out, “you look fantastic.”

Jill curtsies and those full milky globes bob in their satin nests. “Cherry truffle?” She asks offering the box

Laughing I accept.

All or nothing I decide, I lean forward and kiss her on the lips, just a gentle brushing of skin, nothing hard or aggressive.

I see those deep green eyes again, staring into mine. Jill returns my kiss, just as gently, before she breaks away and picks up our glasses, “More bubbles Lucy?”

Each with our glass, we sit on the couch and stare into the flames. “Are we really going to this?” She whispers.

“Yes,” I whisper back, and then more firmly, “YES, I really want to do this.”

With that Jill turns and takes hold of my upper arms, then leans forward to kiss me again, firmly this time, her tongue parting my lips, running over my teeth, probing my mouth, which is still fizzy with champagne.

I return her kiss, savouring her taste as my tongue dances with hers. I feel her hand slide up inside my teddy, cupping my breast. I feel my heart will explode but god this feels so good.

I can hear myself groaning and panting as her long fingers take my nipple and stretch it, my nipples have always been wired directly to my pussy, and the jolts they are sending now are hitting at my core. I can feel my juices flowing, my thighs getting damp.

Breaking the kiss, I drop my head, rubbing my face between her glorious milky white globes, my nose brushes her nipples, hard and pink like raspberries, I draw in her scent, soft and honeyed.

It's Jill who groans now, as I blow on her nipples and nuzzle them in their nests. I dip my tongue into the cups lifting each swollen bud before sucking it hard into my mouth. Jill bucks with every lick and I swear they grow even more.

Cupping my face Jill lifts my head from her breast and leans back on the couch before lifting and parting those long red legs, “You like?” She asks, her voice deep and husky with lust.

I drop my gaze to the top of those stockings and there barely hidden behind the sheerest of satin thongs is her pussy, the sheer red gauze stretched tight over the fullest pussy lips I have ever seen, the cloth darkening as her juices flow.

I look back to her eyes, seeking permission to continue. She nods her consent, and I drop my face to her pussy, my tongue darting against the wet fabric, tasting my first pussy, tangier than my own, and the aroma, so magical, so musky, and so arousing.

She lifts her hips, and my shaking hands seize her panties pulling them down swiftly.

Jill’s moaning her encouragement, rubbing her breasts, stretching her nipples.

I savour the sight before me, a narrow landing strip of neatly trimmed fair hair leading to long pale pink labia, swollen and glistening with her juices

I trace my finger along her crease, watching the lips part, her bright pink core fully exposed to my gaze. I touch again and Jill bucks her hips in anticipation. I lean forward licking the length of those beautiful lips, first the flat of my tongue, then the tip, probes deeper.

Jill whimpers and bucks, I need to taste more, but first I quickly remove my own thong and move to kneel over her leg.

I drop my face and force my tongue into her now sopping pussy, curling the tip I start to tongue fuck her. It may be my first time, but I know how I like it, and I give it my all. I drive my tongue deep inside her like a small cock, my nose is nudging her clit and my mouth is filling with her juice.

“Fuck me, Lucy.” Jill is bucking her hips, her hands holding my head in place.

Every movement she makes is rubbing her leg encased in that silky net stocking against my own throbbing snatch and I’m in ecstasy. It's taking everything I’ve got to keep fucking Lucy and not cum myself.

I slip a finger inside and feel her pussy constrict, I add another and stretch her wider, Jill is moaning, shouting my name, crying for me to fuck her, to fuck her hard.

I lift my mouth, my face covered in her juice, and stare at this beautiful woman, abandoned in her desire and shouting my name. I take her clit between my lips and suck, just one long hard suck, as I hook my index finger inside her.

With a scream, her whole body spasms, she floods, her cum filling my mouth, coating my lips, my face. Jill has arched away from the couch, balanced on her shoulder blades and heels, she shudders in bliss, her screams of pleasure fill the room,

“Enough,” she pants and pushes my head away, “No more, enough, I am so sensitive.”

I slide my arms around her waist and lower her down. Her normally milky skin is as red as her Basque, her breasts heave as she sucks in a deep breath. “OH FUCK! I have never cum like this before, but I needed it so bad.”

I sit back on the floor and smile, “Merry Christmas!”

“Oh Fuck, that was amazing, let me get my breath, and then I want to repay the favour.”

Pulling my knees back I slip a finger inside my soaked pussy and reply, “I can’t wait!”

Jill stands, a little wobbly on her legs and looks down at me a look of pure lust on her face, then steps forward, placing her foot, complete with red spike heel on my pussy and tells me firmly to wait.

I withdraw my finger, a string of cum still running from my slit and return her gaze, she is stunning, her long strawberry blonde hair catching the light like a halo. Then for good measure, she unfastens her Basque tossing it on the floor. She keeps the stockings, the red silk matching her engorged lips, still slick with her cum.

She kneels between my legs and smiles, my senses are in overload, I’m prone on the sheepskin in front of my log fire, (my favourite place to be fucked), the heat of the fire on my body, the smell of pine filling my head and this stunningly beautiful woman moving towards me.

Jill slowly kisses her way up my torso, starting at my hips, she parts the baby doll, and trails soft tickly kisses to my neck, carefully avoiding my pussy and breasts where my nipples ache with desire. She pulls the tie on my teddy and I’m all but bare. Just the stockings remain and those she quickly removes.

Locking those green eyes on mine, she whispers, “I’m so going to fuck you, Lucy, you are going to cum like never before.” With that she takes one of my stockings and ties it around my eyes, I’ve only known her properly for an hour or so, but I trust her implicitly. I lay back, the warm sheepskin against my back, my body alight with desire.

“That’s it my darling, relax,” she whispers in my ear, gently nibbling at the lobe, then her breath shifts, I feel it on my nipples, and then her teeth are nipping and tugging my aching tits. OH FUCK this is amazing.

And then she’s gone, it’s silent, just the fire crackling, my ears are straining for a clue, what will she do next?

Mmm… Jill has taken my other stocking, and she drawing it across my body, so gently, so slowly, the arch of my foot, around my calves, my thighs, across my breasts

Such sweet torture, my whole body is shaking with the need to cum.

“YES,” I scream as she threads the silk between my thighs and starts to buff my pussy lips. I’m bucking my hips with need and she’s giggling, blowing cool air across my swollen labia.

“Soon my darling, soon,” she whispers. I can feel her breath on my clit, I’ve never been so sensitive.

Her finger draws my juices downward across my perineum, she’s using her nail to add pressure, and I’m flowing like a tap. OH, this is good, new to me but good, and now she’s putting pressure on my ring, working my juice into my rear.

“UUUUrrrgh! Yes, oh fuck yes!” Jill’s mouth is on my pussy, she’s poking her tongue inside and I’m screaming my desire, and then more pressure on my rear, something’s in my tightest hole and it feels awesome.

Jill’s finger fucks me, hard and fast, I’m screaming, thrashing on the floor, as my orgasm takes my breath away, I can hear her shouting, “CUM Lucy, CUM for me.”

I’m gone, seeing lights and stars, I swear I’ve left my body as time stands still, my nervous system in meltdown.

I’m naked, the stocking has gone and Jill is holding my face to her breast, stroking my hair, planting little kisses on my forehead, “Hi Hun,” she smiles at me.

“I have never cum like that before, thank you,” I kiss her, tasting myself on her lips.

“You’re most welcome,” she says hugging me tight, and there’s a tear in her eye.

Just one thing, I ask, “My ass, what did you do? I still feel full down there.”

“Whoops!” Jill giggles and reaches down, pulling something from my rear.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” She laughs, holding up a very sticky candy cane from my tree.

“What are you doing for New Years?” I ask.

My thanks to Chris M for editing this for me..