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Christmas Eve in Baltimore

"Not just lucky, but the luckiest"

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The flight from Heathrow to Newark was late; late enough that I missed my connecting flight to BWI and had to wait until after six pm for the “next available.” It was, after all, Christmas Eve. I was lucky to even get a seat. I called Marissa to give her the bad news. She took it in stride. “I’ll meet you at baggage claim, sweetie. Love you.”

“Love you, too, babe.” Air kisses and I clicked off.

I slept a little bit in the Presidents Club lounge, but an insistent buzzing from my phone finally woke me. Marissa had taken a series of rather explicit selfies showing me what she was doing to get ready for me to “cum home,” as she put it; and I was far too aroused to sleep after that.

After all of the delays, it ended up being a little after eight when the plane actually touched down. As I stepped off the escalator at baggage claim, it was easy to spot her; she was by far the sexiest, most beautiful looking woman in the place. She had on a long, scarlet coat trimmed in white fur, embroidered red lace stockings, and shiny black heels. She spotted me, and her smile melted away the sour mood I’d been in since leaving London. We made our way to each other through the crowd; finally she was in my arms. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, then her lips again as I held her tight. “God I’ve missed you.”

“Me too, sweetie. Me too.” She hugged me tighter; then loosened up. “How was your trip?”

“Okay, I guess. I renewed all of my contracts, and picked up a new client, to boot. Mike says to tell you hello, Andrew and Holly are finally getting married, and Paul is retiring. Oh, and I ran into that butt-head, Nick. He still won’t look me in the eye.”

“Forget about him, Britt. Let’s get your stuff and get out of here.” A twinkle crept into her eyes. “I have a surprise for you.” My bag had a “priority” sticker on it, so it was one of the first ones out. As we stepped to the curb, I began to hail a cab. Marissa stopped me. “I’ve taken care of transportation.” Just then, a black stretch limo pulled up. I recognized the driver, Brad; I use him regularly for shuttling clients around.

“Good evening, sir, ma’am.” He opened the door. “Make yourselves comfortable while I take care of your bag.” I looked at Marissa, and she just smiled. She slid across the seat, I got in, and Brad closed the door. Within a minute the bag was in the trunk, and we were leaving the airport.

Before I could say anything, Marissa leaned forward. “You know where.” Then she smiled at me and pushed the button for the privacy screen. There was a split of Dom chilling, and she poured us each a glass. “Welcome home, babe. I’m really glad you’re back”

“I’m really glad to be back.” We clinked glasses and each took a sip. “So, what’s all of this?” I asked.

“My Christmas present to us. Just sit back and relax,” she said, as she snuggled next to me. “We’ve got about a fifteen minute drive.”

“Fifteen minutes? Why don’t you take off your coat, then?” I asked, as I slipped out of my own.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said in her sex-voice. She slowly unfastened the buttons; then drew the garment open, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything but an embroidered red lace bra and panties that matched the stockings that I had seen earlier. She swung her leg across so that she was now facing me, straddling my lap. “Do you like them?”

In the dim light of the back seat, I could just make out her erect nipples poking at the lace cups. I gazed lower and could discern the outline of the tuft of auburn hair covering her mons. “I love them, sweetheart.” I reached inside the coat and pulled her to me, feeling the smooth warmth of her bare skin in my hands. I kissed her neck, her throat, her chest. She started slowly rocking her pelvis across my hardening penis as she held my head in place with her hands.

I brought my hands to the front and felt her breasts, her nipples, through the lace. I started to unfasten the front clasp when she stopped me. “Leave it on for now,” she whispered. “As horny as I am, we don’t have time for you to do all the things that I need, and I don’t want to stop once we get started.” So instead we just made out; until I felt the car slow and turn into some sort of drive.

“Honey, I think we’re here, wherever that is.”

She quickly re-buttoned her coat, so that by the time the door was opened for us, appearances were all in order. Well, except for the extreme bulge in my trousers and the strong aroma of feminine arousal. Brad just smiled at me. “I’ll get your bag, sir.” I looked at where we had pulled up; The Four Seasons Baltimore. I knew that I, we, would. I saw Marissa slip Brad something, and then wave to a bellman. Brad leaned over. “I hope you know how lucky you are, sir.”

“Every day, Brad, every day.” I looked over at Marissa and smiled. Not just lucky, but the luckiest.

He wished us both a Merry Christmas and drove off.

“Checking in?” the bellman asked.

“No,” was Marissa’s quick reply. “I’ve already taken care of that. We’re on the penthouse level, suite A.” The bellman put our things on the trolley and led us to the elevator. All the way up he tried to keep his eyes averted, which made Marissa act all the more suggestive. By the time he got us to the door to our suite, he was very nervous, and the bulge had returned to front of my trousers.

Marissa opened the door with her card key, tipped the poor fellow, and shoved me in. No sooner did the door close than she dropped her coat to the floor. Standing there in the living room area in just her bra, panties, stockings and heels, she looked amazingly erotic. “Merry Christmas, darling. And, um, someone’s a little over-dressed for this holiday celebration,” she said. With her enthusiastic help, I was down to just my undershorts in no time. I picked her up, and with her arms around my neck, carried her to the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed, which she had already turned down. I lay beside her, once again taking in her beauty.

We kissed; and this time when I went to unhook her bra, she didn’t resist.

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I pulled away the sheer material, baring the modest mounds that I find so irresistible. As I kissed her neck, I ran my hand over the firm flesh, taking time out to rub each erect nipple. Marissa moaned and arched her back, then pulled my head to her left breast so that the nubbin brushed my lips. Taking my cue, I sucked it in; trapping it lightly between my teeth before assaulting it with staccato flicks of my tongue. Without the need for direction, I shifted to her right breast, repeating my attack. My sweetheart was soon whimpering with pleasure.

My right hand now free, I let it roam south, across her taut belly and on to her panties. I traced the design of the pattern with my fingers, rubbing the soft down at her junction from outside. She shifted her hips, signaling a need for more direct stimulation. But I’m a tease; I gently stroked everywhere except where she needed it most, causing her to groan in frustration until she finally said, “Please, Britt, please!”

I knelt between her legs and drew the garment down and off, so that she was now just in her stockings. It was like something Alberto Vargas would have painted, only a little more explicit. I slowly traced the form of her labia, now glistening with the moisture from her arousal. She shuddered as my middle finger made a shallow pass up her slit, skimming her engorged clitoris as it reached the top. I did this about five more times, each time running my finger deeper; until, on the last pass, I pushed it into her opening in one quick movement, and she gasped.

I paused for a second, and then began a slow, methodical pumping as I drove first just the one digit, then two, in and out of her soaking quim. Meanwhile, I used my thumb to apply a rubbing pressure to the area around her clit without actually touching the organ itself. Soon, Marissa was rocking in time to the thrusting motion; her hands rhythmically clutching and releasing the sheets. When I could tell that she was close, I crooked my fingers until I found her special spot, stroking it from inside as my thumb now found its external target. She suddenly squeezed her legs together, crushing my hand as she exploded in an orgasm of incredible intensity.

I lay down beside her, holding her and caressing her as she regained control. “You don’t know how much I missed that,” she sighed.

“Probably as much as I missed doing it for you,” I replied. I felt her hand creeping down to the hardened piece of flesh tenting my boxers. Grasping it, she began a slow pumping motion. “And probably as much as I missed your doing that to me.”

She pushed me onto my back, then took off my remaining garment; noting the wet spot in front with a “tsk-tsk”. It was her turn to tease, as she lightly traced her fingertips along the ridge and frenulum before moving down along the shaft, and then my balls. She continued this sweet torture as she kissed my neck and nibbled at my earlobes, sending shivers up my spine and pre-cum oozing out of my “eye-slit.”

Mirroring her reaction, I slowly started grinding my hips. “Sweetheart,” she whispered, “I know how much you love our foreplay, but I really need you in me, now. Can we skip it for now? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Babe, whatever you want is okay by me.”

“What I want is for you to make love to me. I need to feel you cumming inside me; now.”

I got back to my knees, and turned her so that she was facing away. Resting her shoulders on a pillow, she spread her legs and raised her flanks in anticipation of me taking her from behind. I slid the head of my dick between her hot, wet, lips; seeking and finding her vaginal entrance. I gently pushed just the tip in, making certain of the alignment. Then, with one swift thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in her tight channel. We both groaned at the overwhelming feeling of our primal connection.

I was still for a moment, and then slowly withdrew. My hardness shone with the moistness of her arousal. I pushed back in, firm and far; my abdomen pushing up against her tight little butt-cheeks. I repeated this, over and over; each time increasing the speed and force of my penetration. I grabbed her hips for leverage; I was literally pulling her on and off of my cock. The feeling was incredible; I have never felt anything that compares to the feeling of my dick pumping Marissa’s pussy. Watching my penis sliding in and out of my wonderful lover, her inner lips softly but tightly enveloping my rock-hard shaft; that just added to the pleasure.

Marissa, for her part, had reached between her legs and was alternately playing with her clit and my balls as she did her best to time my thrusting. She had managed a handful of orgasms when she asked me if I was ready to cum. I said I was. “I want to see you when you cum in me. I want to kiss you as you fill me up with your sperm.”

I withdrew, and she quickly turned onto her back, pulling me to her as she did. My erection knew the way home; it needed no help in finding her waiting womanhood. I slid in deep; and when I had bottomed out, she wrapped her legs around my ass to trap me inside. Slowly at first, she began this grinding motion; leaving me buried deep inside as her clit rubbed hard against my pubic bone. “Cum with me, Britt!” was her plea.

Looking into my love’s eyes, I stopped holding back. As my first pulse of ejaculate came rushing out, she pulled my face to hers and came. We kissed just as deep and hard as my dick pumped my seed into her depths; as intensely as the contractions coursing through her core.

Finally sated, if just for the moment, she released me from the grip of her thighs. I rolled to my back, pulling her with me so that she was now on top.

I stroked her hair as her head lay upon my chest. “I hear rumbling noises, sweetie.”

“Well, I am a little hungry.”

She reached across me to the nightstand, bringing her nipples tantalizingly in range. I just missed nipping one as she handed me the phone. “I made sure that the kitchen would be open late. Order something with protein. You’re going to need it. I’m going to find a robe and figure out how to light the fireplace.” Still joined, she sat up and stared down at me; her eyes penetrating clear to my soul. “I love you, Britt.” It was that simple, that direct, that profound.

“I love you too, Marissa,” I replied, as she leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips. “I always will.”

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