loved very much, haven’t you?” she whispered. I could hear the
kindness and concern in her voice.
“Yes,” I
answered as tears flowed down my cheeks.
“Come dance with
me,” she said, reaching over and taking me by the hand. I stood in front of her
as she swayed and moved her hips around me. I tried to move my hands and arms
like she was moving hers. She smiled at my efforts and as I started swaying in
time with the music, my hips matching her rhythm. My tears started to dry.
“Take my hand
and come with me,” she said, moving toward the artificial Christmas tree. The
tips of her fingers touched mine and I followed, swaying my hips, lost in the
spell of the girl and the music.
“Where are we
going?” I asked, feeling a bit embarrassed and shy. I felt as if I was in
another world, but I knew I would follow wherever she would lead.
“To the tree,”
she replied, taking my hand and with a measured purpose, touched several of the
Hawaiian ornaments, our fingers pressed together.
“I’ve never seen
snow,” she said as she stopped and looked at an ornament, which had a picture
of an Irish cottage with snow drifting down around its thatched roof. It was a
night scene with a yellow-orange light in one of the windows.
“It’s cold,” I
said, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.
She took my hand
and together we touched the Christmas ornament. All at once, everything went
gray and then black. I felt as if I was flying at great speed over a great
distance through a void and I began to feel cold. I opened my eyes as wide as I
could. I shivered when I felt the cold snow around my feet. We were in front of
the cottage. It was the same cottage I had seen in the ornament.
“Touch the door.
Touch it now!” she commanded. The door flew open at our touch and as if by
magic we were inside. It was warm. A fire was burning in the fireplace. A couch
and sofa were pulled up next to the fire and a bed with heavy quilts was placed
against a wall on the other side of the room. She led me, taking small steps,
to the bed, all the time continuing her dance.
“What’s
happening?” I asked.
“Don’t talk,”
she answered, putting a finger to my lips. “You’ll break the spell. Just come
to the bed and make love to me.”
I touched her
and she was as soft as she had looked—in fact, much softer. She was like a
puppy. Her skin melted into mine and she kissed me with a hungry eagerness as I
pulled her close. I could smell her arousal and she moaned as I pressed my
erect penis against her pubis.
Our tongues met
and she explored my mouth and lips with a mounting lust as I reached behind her
back and untied the string, which was holding her coconut bra in place. Her
breasts were warm as she pressed them into my chest. I could feel her nipples
harden against mine.
Taking my head
in her hands, she moved my mouth to her left nipple. I sucked like a baby as
she held me to her. In a moment, her fingers were on my nipples, rubbing and
pinching. I couldn’t help myself and I moaned in anticipation.
“Any time,” she
whispered in my ear. I let my hand move to her dark pubic mound and explore
until I found her clit. I felt her shudder with an orgasm the moment I touched
it, but she did not slack off her pressure as she guided my hips to her, taking
my hard penis in her hand and placing it against her labia. I sank in to the
hilt with one thrust.
My lips found
hers once more as I continued to move in and out, taking my time at first and
then with quickness as I felt my orgasm reach its peak. I jerked and exploded
with a scream, feeling my cum fill her. I took a deep breath and pulled back. I
could feel my cum drip out of her. It flowed around the sides of my erect cock
and down onto my balls. She wrapped her legs around me and held me in as she
rolled me over.
I looked at her
breasts as they hung over me. I took one in each of my hands as she rubbed her
clit up and down my cock. There was no doubt. I had no choice but to
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