A Christmas Concert

I stepped out of the taxi and into the bustling city center, the festive atmosphere surrounding me as I made my way towards the Cosmopolitan Center. The Christmas spirit had finally caught up with me, and I decided to treat myself to a concert on this cold December evening. Little did I know that this night would be one of the most memorable and steamy encounters of my life.

The performance hall was adorned with elegant decorations, twinkling lights, and the sound of carols filled the air. I, Sharon, a 37-year-old blonde bombshell, felt a buzz of excitement as I took my seat, eager for the show to begin. My eyes scanned the crowd, and that’s when I spotted him. Andrew, a tall, handsome man with warm brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He stood out in the sea of people, his confident demeanor and charming smile catching my attention instantly.

As the concert commenced, I found myself stealing glances at Andrew between the performances. His eyes seemed to be locked on me too, and I felt a flutter in my stomach, a mix of nervousness and anticipation. The music filled the hall, but all I could focus on was the stranger whose gaze held me captive.

During the intermission, I gathered my courage and approached him. “Hi, I’m Sharon,” I introduced myself, my voice slightly shaky.

“Andrew,” he replied with a captivating smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sharon. I must say, you look absolutely stunning tonight.” His words sent a rush of warmth through my body.

We chatted effortlessly, discovering a shared love for music and adventure. Andrew, a successful businessman, had a playful side that intrigued me. His extroverted nature made the conversation flow easily, and before we knew it, the concert was over.

“Would you care to join me for a drink?” Andrew asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I smiled, unable to resist his charm. “I’d love to.”

We strolled through the city, arm in arm, as the snow began to fall gently around us. The streets were alive with Christmas cheer, and we stopped to admire the elaborate window displays in the shops. Andrew’s hand on my lower back sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a growing desire for this man I had just met.

“It’s getting chilly,” he said, his breath visible in the cold air. “How about we warm up in a hotel nearby? I know a place that’s perfect for getting to know each other better.”

I bit my lip, both excited and nervous at the prospect. “I’d love to get warmer with you, Andrew.”

He led me to a luxurious hotel, its lobby adorned with lavish Christmas decorations. The staff greeted us warmly, and we made our way to the elevator, the anticipation building with each passing second. As the elevator doors closed, Andrew pulled me into his embrace, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. My body pressed against his, I could feel his desire, and I eagerly responded, our tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm.

The elevator seemed to ascend slowly, giving us time to explore each other. Andrew’s hands roamed over my body, caressing my curves through the thin fabric of my dress. I moaned softly into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. His touch ignited a fire within me, and I could feel my pussy growing wet with anticipation.

As the elevator doors opened, we stumbled out, our lips still locked together. We made our way down the hall, our kisses becoming more urgent, our hands exploring feverishly. Andrew fumbled with the keycard, finally managing to unlock the door, and we tumbled into the room, our laughter mixing with the sound of our passionate kisses.

The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere. I noticed the large, glass-enclosed shower, steam already filling the space. Andrew kicked the door shut behind us, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I have a confession to make, Sharon,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “I couldn’t help but notice your sexy figure during the concert, and I’ve been dying to get you alone all night.”

His words sent a thrill through me. I wanted him, and I wanted to give him a show he’d never forget.

“Then let’s not waste any more time,” I replied, my voice laced with desire.

I slowly began to undress, peeling off my dress, revealing my lace lingerie. Andrew’s eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of my curvy body. I stepped out of my heels, my hands running through my hair, teasing him with every move.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sharon,” he growled, his voice hoarse with need.

I smiled, feeling empowered by his desire. I unhooked my bra, letting it slide down my arms, my full breasts now exposed to his hungry gaze. My nipples hardened in the cool air, and I cupped them, squeezing gently, teasing him further.

“I want you, Andrew,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “But first, I want you to watch me.”

I turned and walked towards the shower, my hips swaying seductively. I could feel his eyes on my bare ass, and I smiled, knowing I had him exactly where I wanted him. I stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over my body, steam rising around me. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth envelop me, my hands sliding down my body, caressing my wet skin.

“Fuck, Sharon, you’re driving me crazy,” Andrew’s voice was thick with lust.

I opened my eyes and saw him standing at the shower door, his hard cock straining against his pants. I smiled wickedly and turned the shower controls, increasing the water pressure. The hot jets hit my sensitive nipples, causing me to gasp and arch my back. I ran my hands down my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, putting on a show for my eager audience.

“Touch yourself, Sharon,” Andrew pleaded, his voice hoarse. “Let me see you play with that beautiful pussy.”

I complied, my fingers sliding down to my soaking wet pussy. I spread my lips, revealing my glistening folds, and began to rub my clit in slow circles. I moaned softly, my eyes locked with his, as I imagined his hands on my body, his cock deep inside me.

“That’s it, baby, show me how you like it,” he encouraged, his hand stroking his length through his pants.

I inserted two fingers into my dripping hole, thrusting them in and out, my other hand still working my clit. I bit my lip, my eyes rolling back in pleasure, as I imagined Andrew’s thick cock pounding into me.

“Oh, fuck, I’m close,” I whispered, my breath coming in short gasps.

Andrew’s hand moved faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving my fingers as they fucked my wet pussy. I increased my pace, my body trembling with the building orgasm.

“Cum for me, Sharon,” he urged, his voice desperate. “Let me see you cum while I watch.”

My fingers worked my clit furiously, and I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me. My legs shook, and I leaned against the shower wall, my body still quivering as the pleasure washed over me.

Andrew’s hand was a blur on his cock, and I watched, transfixed, as he shot his hot load all over the glass, his eyes never leaving mine.

“That was fucking incredible,” he panted, his chest heaving.

I stepped out of the shower, water dripping from my body, and wrapped myself around him, my breasts pressing against his chest.

“I want to feel you inside me, Andrew,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. “I want to ride your hard cock until we both cum again.”

He turned me around, pressing me against the shower door, his hands gripping my hips. With one swift motion, he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hard cock pressing against my entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet, Sharon,” he groaned as he thrust into me, filling me completely.

I cried out, my back arching, as his thick shaft stretched me, hitting all the right spots. He began to move, his hips slamming into mine, the sound of our flesh slapping filling the room. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, as he pounded into me, hitting my G-spot with each thrust.

“Yes, Andrew, fuck me harder,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Make me cum on your cock.”

He obliged, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me in place as he slammed into me with abandon. The glass door fogged with our passion, our reflections distorted as we fucked wildly.

“I’m gonna cum, Sharon,” he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. “I’m gonna fill your tight pussy with my cum.”

His words sent me over the edge, and I screamed as my orgasm exploded, my pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. He came with a roar, his hot seed filling me, our bodies trembling in unison.

We stood there, breathless, our hearts racing, as the water continued to cascade over us. Andrew’s cock still buried deep inside me, we shared a passionate kiss, tasting each other, our tongues entwined.

As we finally pulled apart, I looked into his eyes and knew this was just the beginning of a night filled with more erotic adventures.