Boxing day, and I wake up with a feeling I recognised oh so well. I pull back the duvet, and looking back at me with a huge smile, Tracey gives me a wake-up blow job.
Tracey finishes me off, swallowing every drop, then goes to make coffee while I shower.
I then dress in my normal Boxing Day attire, a festive apron; otherwise, I am completely naked. My apron has a strategically positioned piece of fake mistletoe just above my cock, just for fun.
Then I began to prepare dinner for our guests, who would arrive around lunchtime. I cook the beef and turkey and prepare all the vegetables and accompaniments. I am still only wearing my apron; my arse is on view and gets regularly slapped by Tracey.
At about nine-thirty, Tracey leaves the house to drive to her parents to collect them and bring them back for a few days.
I am left alone, and I know I have at least two hours alone to prepare and dress before they arrive, as the drive is about an hour each way.
I was busy in the kitchen and was listening to the radio while preparing for the family dinner when there was a knock on the back door and in walked our neighbour Maggie.
Maggie is a good friend of Tracey's; she lives in a house over the road from us; she is recently divorced; and by all accounts, she is quite lonely. Maggie is a very attractive woman in her late thirties and always dresses to impress. She is about five feet six tall with short dark hair and huge brown eyes that make men's legs go weak at the sight of them.
I was standing at the kitchen island with my back to her and was only aware of her presence when I saw her reflection on the wall-mounted TV.
I heard her gasp, and I realised she had seen my naked buttocks. I turned around quickly, but the sight of my arse was firmly implanted in her brain.
I said, "Morning Maggie, what brings you over?"
She was speechless and just stood looking at me with a huge grin on her face.
I said, "Oh, sorry about the attire; I was just preparing lunch before I got dressed."
She replied this time, "That was a great way to greet your neighbour standing around naked."
I said, "I am sorry about that. What can I do for you?"
She replied, "I was hoping to see Tracey for a few minutes; I just needed someone to talk to."
I said, "Sorry, she has gone to pick up her mother and won't be back for a couple of hours."
She replied, "Oh no, you had better pour me a Bailey's then with ice, please."
Maggie sat on one of the stools that were located around the kitchen island while I poured her a drink. As she hauled herself onto a stool, I noticed she had a very short leather skirt on with very nice black nylons underneath. She wore high boots with wicked heels to complete the bottom half of her outfit.
When Maggie removed her coat, she was wearing a see-through cream silk blouse, and her white bra was visible beneath. I was momentarily caught staring at what looked like a good-sized pair of breasts that were affecting my cock.
I passed Maggie her drink, poured myself one, and sat alongside her with about three feet between us.
I said, "Is there anything I can do for you, or does it have to be Tracey?"
She said, "Pour me another drink, and we can talk if that is okay."
I did as requested, and as I walked to collect the bottle, Maggie said, "You do have a nice arse, you know."
I said, "Oh, sorry about that. I forgot I was still naked except for this apron. If it makes you uncomfortable, I will get dressed." My apron now had a tent-like feature at the front due to a swelling cock.
She said, "It's good for me; it's been a while since I saw a good pair of buttocks."
Maggie quickly drank her second large glass of Bailey's as I sipped on my first one.
I said, "Wow, you needed that. Do you want a refill, or can I get you some coffee?"
Maggie said, "A coffee would be good; a latte if you have one; put some whisky in it; and fill up my Baileys as well, please."
I did as requested, and I was conscious that while I was making the drinks, Maggie was staring at my naked arse.
I handed Maggie her drinks, and it was clear from her flushed face and slurring of her words that the alcohol was affecting her.
I said, "Perhaps you should drink those a little slower."
Maggie ignored my suggestion, downed the Bailey's in one, and moved on to the whiskey-based latte.
It was about then that my phone rang; it was Tracey letting me know she had arrived at her parents.
Tracey said, "They are not quite ready, so I will be leaving in about thirty minutes."
I said, "Maggie is here; she wanted to talk to you. She is quite tipsy, so please hurry home."
Tracey said, "Are you dressed yet?"
I said, "No! She arrived without warning. and I haven't dared leave her."
Tracey said, "Ok, look after her; I will be home in about ninety minutes." "I will call you when I am ten minutes away so you can put the vegetables on."
We ended the call, and I relayed the information to Maggie.
I said, "Do you want to wait for Tracey or return later? I can take you home if you wish, or you could stay and have dinner with us if you have nothing planned."
Maggie said, "I would love to stay, as I would only be home alone with a microwave meal."
I said, "Perhaps you would prefer to wait in the lounge; it would be more comfortable."
Maggie agreed and removed her boots, giving me a flash of her white pants as she did so. I escorted Maggie through the lounge, passing under the mistletoe hanging above the lounge door en route.
Maggie spotted the mistletoe and stood beneath it. I was just behind her, carrying her coffee so she wouldn't spill it over the carpets.
Maggie turned to face me, and she caught me checking out her cute arse. I blushed. I had been caught red-handed.
Maggie said, "Put that down and come here; I want to see if this stuff works." Pointing up at the mistletoe.
I said, "It is only there for fun and decoration, you know, don't you?"
She said, "I still want to see if it works now; put that mug down and come here." There was some force in her voice, which I liked.