The woman caught my eye as I was getting my second drink. She was tall and nicely proportioned, especially the large breasts that strained against her sheer white blouse. Her top buttons were undone, baring plenty of cleavage. A tight blue skirt molded itself to her big, shapely ass while showing off well-toned legs. Short brown hair framed a pretty, rather pale face with bright brown eyes and full red lips. She seemed to be just as alone as I was so, in an unusual burst of confidence and initiative, I wandered over to her.
“Good evening. Merry Christmas!” I said.
“Merry Christmas to you, too,” she replied softly and without conviction.
“Sorry. You sound a bit bummed.”
She sighed and smiled a little.
“At least you didn’t invite me over to the mistletoe right away like the last three guys,” she responded.
“I’m not looking for mistletoe. Just company. I’m Rob, by the way,” I answered reassuringly.
“Well, sit down then, Rob,” she responded wearily. She was clearly still thinking I was another player out for a quick lay.
However, I must have played it right because we were soon engaged in a rather pleasant conversation. The woman’s name was Lila. Lila, like me, had moved to town for work and found herself more or less stranded for the holidays. As we compared our situations, it became apparent that we were in much the same straits. We soon began discussing how we might spend some of the holiday together.
As the evening wore on, a local bar band played a set. A few people got up to dance in front of the bar’s small stage. The band wasn’t great but they played with gusto. Lila seemed to be getting caught up in the rhythm.
“Let’s dance,” I said, getting up and holding my hand out to her.
“Sure,” Lila answered, taking my hand.
I pulled her up from her seat and we joined the others on the dance floor. Neither of us was a great dancer but that didn’t really matter. It was a fun distraction from a holiday that otherwise seemed to be slipping past us.
After a couple hard rocking tunes, the band switched gears for a soft ballad. To my surprise and delight, Lila slipped easily into my arms and pressed her body up against mine for the slow dance. Her arms circled my neck as we swayed together to the music. My cock stirred, aroused by the sensation of those beautiful breasts against my body.
“I’m having a great time tonight, Rob,” she said as we danced.
“Me, too. Much better than I expected when I came down here,” I answered.
Lila’s hands stroked my hair and neck. I responded by running my hands up and down her back, before sliding them down to give her ass a squeeze. She smiled and pressed closer. I touched my lips lightly to Lila’s in a brief kiss. She returned the kiss with a longer, harder one of her own.
The song ended but we stood there holding each other for a moment. Then Lila slipped free and grabbed my hand. Pulling me back to a dark corner of the bar, she gave me a long, sloppy kiss. Her tongue slid against mine and her hands caressed me through my shirt. I was startled at first, but quickly gave in and returned the kiss with equal ardour.
“You’re getting hard,” Lila said slyly. Her hand rubbed the bulge in my slacks.
The sensation of Lila’s hand on my penis, even through my clothes, felt wonderful. It also suggested that my Christmas Eve was taking a turn for the better.
“I am. Going to do something about it?” I responded. My hand cupped one of her large tits and gently squeezed it.
“Not here. My place?” she asked, still massaging my swelling cock.
“Is it far?”
“Just down the street above that little shopping centre.”
I smiled.
“I live in the same building,” I said, “I’m on the fifth floor.”
“Ninth.”
We found our coats and quickly walked through the chilly December night back to our building. Lila’s apartment was a large, two-bedroom suite. It was cozy and tastefully decorated. A small Christmas tree blinked away in one corner with a pretty wreath on the wall above it.
Shedding our coats, we quickly embraced again. Our mouths came together in another long kiss. My hands kneaded and stroked Lila’s tits through her blouse while she gave my cock renewed attention. It looked unlikely that we would actually make it to the bedroom.
Stepping back from me so I could watch, Lila slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Underneath was a lacy little brassiere that seemed barely capable of holding her big, soft tits. I pulled my golf shirt off over my head and then began undoing my pants, eager to let my hard cock loose from its restraint. As my pants fell to the floor, so did Lila’s skirt, leaving her dressed in just the bra and matching hipster briefs.
I walked up to Lila and worked her tits free of her bra. My fingers eagerly stroked and squeezed the soft flesh. Her nipples hardened into big dark buttons of flesh that I massaged between my thumbs and forefingers.
“You like my boobs, do you?” Lila said as her hands stroked my bare chest and played with my hard little nips.
“They are gorgeous, Lila.”
“Lie down and I’ll give you a taste.”
I lay down on my back on the floor. Lila got on top of me on all fours with her tits dangling over my face. I pulled the left one to my mouth. After kissing the erect nipple, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on it. When I lightly bit it, Lila cried out for more.
As I attended to her breasts, I put a hand between her thighs to gently rub her pussy through the soft cotton briefs. The cotton dampened as her juices began to flow. Lila moaned and lowered her tits closer to me, practically burying my face in soft flesh. Moving my hand inside her briefs, I massaged her soft, moist lips and lightly stroked her swollen clitoris.
Pulling her breast from my mouth, Lila crawled backwards down my body. Pulling my boxers down to release my aroused penis, she took it in her hand. It was almost fully erect with a little drop of precum glistening at the tip. Lila licked the tip, removing the precum but leaving some saliva. Then she circled the head with her tongue before running it up and down my shaft a few times. All the time she looked up at me with a wicked little gleam in her eyes.
“Like the taste?” I asked, sitting up for a better view.
“You’re yummy,” she said. Then she parted her beautiful red lips and wrapped them around my erection.
She didn’t waste any time taking my cock deep into her mouth and sucking it. I reached down with a hand to play with her hair and stroke her face. The sight of my erect cock in her mouth was amazingly arousing.
“I want it inside me,” Lila finally said after bringing me close to climax with her mouth.
“Nobody’s stopping you,” I answered, lying back down on the carpet.
Lila slipped her briefs off and knelt with her thighs straddling me. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my erect penis. As her tight, wet vagina wrapped around it, I closed my eyes and just savoured the sensation. When she had taken me all the way in, Lila began slowly sliding up and down on me. I opened my eyes again and watched as my cock, glistening with her juices, appeared and disappeared with each rise and fall. As she rode me, Lila used one hand to rub her clitoris while the other played with her tits. The pressure in my balls soon built to the bursting point.
“Oh, yes, Lila,” I shouted, screamed even, as the dam broke. My body shook as waves of pleasure washed over me and my cock pumped inside her.
Lila pressed down on me, grinding her pelvis against me as she rubbed her clit harder. Then she moaned loudly, her vagina squeezing me as she reached her climax. It seemed to go on forever, but she finally stopped and collapsed on top of me. I held Lila close, stroking her body with my fingers and occasionally planting light kisses on the skin I could reach.
“Wow,” she gasped when she finally lifted herself up again, “How’s that for a Christmas celebration?”
I smiled up at her, already feeling lusty again.
“It’s a good beginning.”
Lila laughed.
“Not enough, eh?” she said, “What next?”
“I’m hungry,” I replied with a wink.
Lila rolled off me and stood up. Offering me a hand, she pulled me to my feet and led me into the larger of the two bedrooms. She had a queen-sized four-poster bed with a lovely red comforter thrown over it. Stripping the covers back to reveal red satin sheets underneath, Lila lay down and spread her legs.
“Here’s your dinner. Dig in,” she said, fingering herself as she said it.
With a grin on my face, I dove on to the bed and crawled up between Lila’s legs. Her slit was oozing our mingled juices and the delicious scent of sex filled my nostrils. Eagerly, I lapped up the cream, my mouth filling with the taste of freshly fucked pussy. Lila moaned softly as I tasted and teased her with my tongue. Her arousal was getting me hard again but I kept my focus squarely on her pleasure. Pressing my lips around her swollen clit, I sucked it while sliding a finger into her to massage her G spot.
“Oh God, yes,” she gasped at the sensation. Her hips moved a little in rhythm with my finger and lips.
Then she let out an inarticulate cry. A fresh gush of her lubricant ran out on to my hand while her vagina softly rippled around my finger. Removing my finger, I let Lila suck it clean and then we lay on the bed together for a while.
“You up for some more?” Lila said after a while, her fingers idly stroking my cock.
My cock twitched to life at her touch. It was a little hard already and started to harden more as she continued to caress it.