A Stranger’s Touch on New Year’s Eve
As the clock struck midnight, Sharon found herself amidst the bustling crowd at The Town Square, her heart filled with festive cheer. The annual New Year’s Eve celebration was in full swing, and she had decided to embrace the night as a solo adventure. With her blonde locks shimmering under the vibrant lights and a sophisticated smile on her face, the 37-year-old beauty weaved through the sea of revelers, eager to immerse herself in the lively atmosphere.
The Town Square, a vibrant hub of activity, had transformed into a magical realm for the night. Colorful lights adorned the shops and boutiques, creating a dazzling display that rivaled the twinkling stars above. Live bands played infectious tunes, their melodies weaving through the air, enticing people to dance and sing along. The courtyard, usually a peaceful gathering spot, pulsated with energy as the crowd gathered for the much-anticipated fireworks display.
Sharon, a woman who embraced life’s pleasures, felt a thrill as she navigated the dense crowd. The press of bodies against her was both exhilarating and daunting. She loved the anonymity it provided, allowing her to be whoever she wanted for the night. As she moved closer to the center of the square, the crowd became denser, making it difficult to move freely.
Just as the countdown to the New Year began, Sharon felt a subtle yet deliberate touch that sent a shiver down her spine. A stranger’s hand, bold and adventurous, had slipped beneath her elegant dress, taking advantage of the tight space. The warm fingers gently caressed her thigh, slowly inching upwards, causing her breath to quicken. Sharon’s initial instinct was to turn around and confront the audacious intruder, but the sheer density of the crowd rendered her immobile.
As the countdown reached its climax, the stranger’s hand ventured further, boldly slipping into her lacy panties. Sharon’s heart raced, and her body tensed, but the loud cheers and boisterous music masked any attempt to express her surprise. The mysterious hand, guided by an unknown desire, began to explore her most intimate folds, fingers tracing the outline of her pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
The sensation was both thrilling and overwhelming. Sharon’s mind raced with a myriad of thoughts, torn between pushing the hand away and surrendering to the anonymous pleasure. The stranger’s touch was skilled, their fingers knowing exactly where to roam, finding her clit and teasing it with gentle strokes. She could feel her pussy growing wetter with each passing second, her body betraying her attempts at resistance.
As the crowd erupted in cheers and the fireworks illuminated the night sky, Sharon’s body responded with its own display of fireworks. The stranger’s fingers worked their magic, rubbing her clit in perfect rhythm, sending her spiraling towards an orgasm she couldn’t deny. She parted her legs slightly, granting the anonymous lover better access, her inhibitions melting away with each touch.
The fireworks exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors, mirroring the explosion of pleasure within Sharon. Her body trembled as she climaxed, her moans drowned out by the cheers and music. The stranger’s hand continued its sensual assault, prolonging her ecstasy, ensuring she experienced a New Year’s Eve like no other.
As the fireworks display reached its grand finale, the crowd began to disperse, moving like a wave, pulling away from the center. Sharon, still riding the waves of her orgasm, found herself yearning for one more touch, one more caress from the stranger who had brought her such pleasure. But as she turned around, the sea of faces offered no clue as to who her anonymous lover was.
The mysterious stranger, having bestowed upon Sharon an unforgettable gift, had vanished into the night, leaving her with a mix of emotions. She felt a rush of excitement, a sense of liberation, and a hint of longing for the unknown. The encounter, though fleeting, had ignited a fire within her, a desire to explore the boundaries of her sexuality and embrace the unexpected.
As Sharon made her way out of The Town Square, her steps were lighter, her mind buzzing with the memory of the stranger’s touch. The New Year had begun with a bang, quite literally, and she knew that this was just the beginning of a journey filled with erotic adventures and untamed desires. The night’s events had opened a door to a world of exhibitionism and anonymous pleasure, and Sharon couldn’t wait to see what lay ahead.
Little did she know, this was just the first chapter in a series of encounters that would push her boundaries and fulfill her wildest fantasies. The stranger’s touch had awakened something primal within her, and she was ready to embrace the unknown, ready to explore the depths of pleasure and exhibitionism that the world had to offer. As she walked away, a sly smile played on her lips, a silent promise to herself to seek out more such encounters, where pleasure and anonymity danced hand in hand.
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.
I’m On The Naughty List
Every year I like to do something very Christmasey. I volunteer at the mall for a day dressed as Mrs.. Claus to help greet the children going to see Santa. It’s usually quite fun. This year however, it turned a bit more naughty than I thought it would. One of the “elves” was a very cute high school senior that just turned eighteen. He looked so cute in his little green outfit and tights, and I could tell he had a fantastic body. I told him on my way home that I asked Santa for something very naughty that year. He grinned and asked what I’d asked for. I said I wanted a frisky elf to play with!
He laughed and asked if he was the frisky elf. I said yes, would you like to come home with me and have some egg nog? He couldn’t resist a horny, older woman coming on to him. We got to my place and I poured us some egg nog. We sat and admired my Christmas tree and I put on some sexy Christmas music played with a sax, what’s sexier than a sax? So he knew I was warm for his form, so he wasted no time in reaching over and putting his hand under my skirt. He teased my pussy lips through my damp panties and he could tell how turned on I was.
We walked to my bedroom and stripped out of our costumes and were soon naked on my bed. My little Christmas elf had quite the lovely young cock and I soon was touching it and sucking on it as he groaned in pleasure. He told me to sit on his face, and he was soon tasting my sweetness and driving me wild. He might have been young, but he was very talented in his sexual skills. I soon got on his cock and sank down onto it, bucking back and forth, teasing my clit against his young shaft and dripping all over him, making him a sloppy wet mess. I soon came all over his dick and then my orgasmic contractions soon triggered him to shoot his young seed inside of me and I was feeling him go off inside of me, it was so sexy. I told him I wanted to see him again, and he said he’d be happy to come over any time I wanted him to. Christmas came a bit early this year for Mrs.Claus.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside!
I love the wintertime, it’s my favorite time of the year. I know most people don’t care much for snow, but some of us love it and can’t wait for it all year. My boyfriend and I made a snowman this weekend and had a lot of fun doing so, and afterwards we went inside and had some hot, buttered rum and some Christmas cookies I’d made. Christmas always has struck me as a romantic time of the year, and it’s fun doing all the Christmas activities each year.
I bought a dark green sexy lingerie item at the lingerie shop I frequent and surprised my boyfriend by coming down the stairs wearing that and a Santa hat. He loved his early Christmas present and he showed me how much he liked it, with his fingers, his tongue and his cock. He laid me down in front of the fireplace and as the fire crackled away, we made love on the faux bearskin rug and he drove me wild. He is so good at licking my pussy, he peeled off that pretty lingerie and dove right down to my shaved cunt and gave her a French kiss.
After I came from his tongue working his magic on me, he climbed on top of me and slid that cock into my already juicy pussy. A few thrusts from him and I was ready for another orgasm. I squeezed my pussy muscles around his cock and bucked my hips upwards and it wasn’t long until I came again all over his cock and he just kept pumping until he blew his sticky load right inside of me and filled me up. He asked if I minded if he had a little cream pie and I laughed and said no, be my guest, so he went back down and licked his load right out of my overflowing pussy and of course made me cum once more. I think this will be a good Christmas season.
Valentine’s Day Seduction
Valentine’s Day is one of my favorite days of the year, the most romantic in any case. I am lucky that I have a very romantic boyfriend that I know will have a special evening planned for us. We’ve had several together as it is, and they are always a lot of fun and very sexy. I love to be pampered, what lady doesn’t, and he knows the way to my heart is foot rubs, chocolate and sparkling wine. It will of course lead to other, naughtier things, like him licking my freshly shaved pussy and me sucking on his glorious cock that brings me such pleasure.
I bought some new, sexy red satin lingerie that I will be wearing, I’m preparing a wonderful meal for us and we will spend the evening making love. I’ve specifically not cum in an entire week to be extra horny for this night. It’s been hard when I’ve wanted to cum, but we decided to both not cum for a week to make the night extra special, not cumming for a while can do that. Some phone sex callers of mine love to deny themselves for literally weeks until they have one huge orgasm as we talk on the phone. My night of upcoming romance will be one to remember, that you can be sure of.
My pussy has been horny for days, wet at all the wrong times considering I’m waiting to cum on Valentine’s Day night. I will need at least five orgasms! My boyfriend loves to edge, he will tease himself for a while each day but not cum, I simply do not have the willpower to do that, once I start, I need to finish, so I dare not touch myself down there, it’s been difficult enough rinsing off in the shower with the shower massager and not masturbating with the hot, hard stream of water on my clit. I will let you know dear readers next week how the night plays out on this Tuesday!