An hour after my parents went to bed on Christmas night, I crept down the hall past their closed door and then took the stairs, my steps swift and almost silent. I wore a pink babydoll nightie, which was way too skimpy for the end of December, but I knew I'd be getting hot soon enough.
I was home for winter break during my junior year of college. In just a few months, I'd turn twenty-one, so I was plenty old enough to know just what I wanted, and I was sneaky enough to get it. Tonight, I wanted Corbin, who happened to be a good friend of my parents. Corbin was also recently divorced and had planned to spend the holiday alone until Mom and Dad insisted that he come over for dinner. I was secretly thrilled when he agreed. He'd been too depressed over his failed marriage to join us for Thanksgiving last month, so Mom had sent me over to his house with a plate of food. Corbin was touched by the kind gesture, and after he invited me inside, I began shamelessly flirting.
He was a gentleman, pretending to ignore that I was throwing myself at him. I started to think he simply wasn't interested; I wasn't gorgeous, and while I'd kindly been called voluptuous in the past, I'd also been called (and less kindly) chubby. My large breasts got a lot of attention, but guys my age seemed far more interested in long, lithe bodies.
It turned out Corbin was plenty interested, and his resistance crumbled when I sidled up to him and stroked his cock through his pants. Even as he weakly protested, "Harper, we can't do this! Your parents will never forgive me," he lifted me onto the kitchen table. By the time he'd taken out his dick, I'd hitched up my dress, and he pulled down my panties so they dangled from my ankle.
And the man proceeded to give me the best fuck of my life! Granted, I'd had sex with only a few guys at college. I chose the shy, quiet ones, those who were desperate to lose their virginity. They liked me because I was patient with their fumbling, and quick with reassurance when they came almost immediately after entering me. "The second time's always better," I promised them. Once we were finished, they were so grateful, even sweet.
But Corbin was like a starving man whose hunger would only be sated by my pussy. He gathered a fistful of my long brown hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss and suckle my neck. And my God, how he lasted! He gave me my first vaginal orgasm, and after that, I was the one starving for him.
When he'd come over for Christmas dinner tonight, we'd both done our best to pretend as if nothing had happened between us. My parents didn't notice our furtive glances across the table. Later, everyone exchanged gifts. I was short on cash, so I'd crocheted a scarf for Corbin. It was soft and warm, and it brought out the blue in his eyes. He seemed delighted with it.
I gasped when I opened the present he placed in my lap. It was a white gold bracelet, which fit my wrist perfectly. Mom raised her eyebrows but only commented on how beautiful the gift was. I threw my arms around Corbin as I thanked him, letting my lips linger on his cheek for just a moment longer than I should have.
Then Mom made her famous Christmas punch, spiked with liquor, and I wasn't allowed to have any even though I was almost twenty-one. I pretended to grow bored and told everyone I was going to bed early, when the truth was, I couldn't stop staring at Corbin, and more specifically, his crotch. I was becoming carelessly blatant about it.
At a little before eleven, I was still awake, so I left my room and started down the steps, planning to get some water and sneak a sugar cookie from the kitchen. It was then I heard Mom say, "You've had a bit too much, Corbin. Just sleep right here on the couch."
"I'm so sorry," he replied. "I hate to take advantage of your hospitality." I realized as he spoke that he didn't sound drunk.
"Don't be silly!" Mom said.
"I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself tonight," Dad chimed in. "You definitely deserve a good time."
Oh, he definitely did, I thought. And that was why I returned to my room and waited an hour, making sure my parents were asleep before I changed into the nightie. I left my panties behind.
I found Corbin sleeping on the couch, his lips parted and his breathing even. The Christmas tree lights twinkled, adding a cheery glow to the otherwise dark room. As soon as I placed a hand on Corbin's shoulder, he stirred and released a sigh. Then he opened his eyes, staring up at me as if I were an illusion. His gaze swept over my nightie, lingering on my ample cleavage. "Harper, what are you doing?" he whispered.
"Opening my favorite gift," I whispered back. My grin was devious as I leaned to unfasten his pants. He was dressed in cords and a nice sweater, looking as gorgeous as ever. Though he was in his mid-forties, he had only a little bit of a paunch, so far avoiding the middle-aged spread. I'd felt his stomach when I slipped my hands under his shirt at Thanksgiving, while he was pumping away between my thighs. I found I liked that softness in his belly. His cock, on the other hand, had been plenty hard. Corbin's dark hair was still full, not thinning like Dad's, and he had just a smidgen of gray.
As I now slipped my hand inside his pants, he gasped, then circled his fingers around my wrist. I was wearing the bracelet he'd given me. "We can't do this here," he said.
Studying his face, I realized my hunch was correct; he wasn't at all drunk. Had he pretended to be so he could spend the night? "Of course we can," I told him. "We'll be quick about it, and I promise to be quiet."
He couldn't hide his own grin at that. "You weren't quiet at my house. I had you screaming, remember?"
I did, indeed. His cock wasn't all that long, but it was thick as fuck, and my screams were a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretched my pussy. I remembered him saying how tight I was, and that he fucking loved it. Soon I was taking his cock with far more pleasure than pain, but my screams continued. "I'll be a good girl this time," I assured him. I continued stroking, feeling him grow hard beneath my touch. Even as his nervous stare drifted toward the stairs, he let out a faint moan.
Then Corbin seemed to lose his nerve. "Someone could wake up any time and come down here!" He tried to sit up, but I pressed a hand against his chest to stop him. Grasping the hem of my nightie, I lifted it slowly, revealing my thick, milky thighs and then my pussy, which had a neat triangle of hair covering my mound. "Oh fuck, baby!" he groaned a little too loudly.
"I'm so wet," I revealed in a breathy voice, "so ready for your cock!" I could feel my juice coating my inner thighs; by this point, I was practically dripping.