Snowman’s Seduction
I was feeling playful as I stepped out into the winter wonderland that morning. The snow had fallen heavily overnight, blanketing the entire neighborhood in a pristine white layer. It was a perfect day to indulge in some childlike fun, and I decided to build a snowman in my backyard. Little did I know that my playful endeavor would lead to an unexpected and steamy encounter with my teenage neighbor, Roy.
As I bundled up in my warm coat, scarf, and gloves, I couldn’t help but feel excited about the prospect of shaping the snow into a jolly snowman. I stepped out into my backyard, the snow crunching under my boots, and began my task. I rolled the snow into three large balls, stacking them on top of each other to form the classic snowman shape. With a carrot for a nose, coal for eyes, and a playful smile, my creation came to life. I stepped back to admire my work, feeling a sense of satisfaction and joy.
Unbeknownst to me, my activities had caught the attention of Roy, the 18-year-old heartthrob from next door. He had been watching me from his bedroom window, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. Roy had always been a bit of a troublemaker, with his charming smile and flirtatious demeanor. He found the sight of me, a mature and sophisticated woman, playing in the snow irresistibly alluring.
As I finished adding the final touches to my snowman, I heard a voice call out from behind me.
“Hey, Sharon! That snowman looks amazing!”
I turned around to see Roy standing there, his brown hair tousled, and a mischievous grin on his face. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in my tight jeans and the way my thick sweater accentuated my curves. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a mix of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite name.
“Why thank you, Roy,” I replied, feeling a bit flustered. “I thought it would be a fun way to spend the morning.”
“It’s freezing out here,” he said, taking a step closer. “Why don’t you come inside for some hot chocolate? My parents are out of town for the weekend, so I’ve got the place to myself.”
I hesitated for a moment, considering the invitation. I knew Roy was a few years younger than me, but his confident demeanor and the spark of desire in his eyes intrigued me. I decided to accept, curious to see where this unexpected encounter would lead.
“Alright, a hot drink sounds lovely,” I agreed, brushing the snow off my gloves.
We walked side by side into Roy’s house, the warmth of the interior instantly enveloping us. The living room was cozy, with a large fireplace crackling in the corner, casting a warm glow over the room. I removed my coat and gloves, feeling the heat seep into my chilled bones.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Roy said, his voice low and inviting. “I’ll go make the hot chocolate.”
I sat on the plush sofa, the soft fabric caressing my skin, and watched as Roy disappeared into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but admire his lithe, muscular body as he moved, the way his jeans hugged his firm buttocks. There was an air of youthful energy and raw sexuality about him that I found captivating.
He returned moments later with two steaming mugs, the rich aroma of chocolate filling the air. He handed me one and sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my body, and felt a tingle of anticipation.
“So, Sharon,” Roy began, his voice husky. “What brings you out in this weather? I’ve never seen anyone so enthusiastic about building a snowman.”
I smiled, feeling a bit self-conscious. “Oh, I just felt like doing something fun and spontaneous. It’s not every day we get such a beautiful snowfall.”
“I can see that you’re a woman who knows how to enjoy life,” he said, his gaze intense. “And I must say, I find that incredibly attractive.”
My heart raced as I realized the direction this conversation was taking. Roy’s boldness and the way he looked at me made me feel desired in a way I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I leaned back into the sofa, feeling the heat from the fire on my face.
“You’re quite the charmer, Roy,” I said, my voice low. “I must admit, I find your youthful energy irresistible.”
His eyes lit up with a mischievous gleam, and he leaned closer, his breath warm on my neck. “I’ve always had a thing for older women, Sharon. They know what they want, and they’re not afraid to go after it.”
I felt a rush of excitement as his words confirmed my suspicions. I turned to face him, our bodies now inches apart. His green eyes held mine, and I could see the desire burning within him.
“And what do you want, Roy?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I want you,” he said, his voice hoarse with want. “I’ve been watching you from my window, fantasizing about this moment. I want to make those fantasies come true.”
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I had always been one to embrace my desires, and the idea of being wanted by this young, virile man was exhilarating. I placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle beneath my touch.
“And I want you, too,” I whispered, my breath quickening. “Right here, right now.”
Without another word, Roy leaned in and captured my lips in a passionate kiss. His mouth was warm and demanding, and I responded eagerly, our tongues dancing in a heated rhythm. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts through my sweater, making me gasp into his mouth.
With skilled fingers, he unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my cleavage. He kissed his way down my neck, leaving a trail of fire on my skin, before taking a nipple into his mouth through the lace. I arched my back, moaning softly as he suckled and teased, his hands now sliding under my sweater to caress my bare skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot. “I want to see all of you.”
I helped him remove my blouse and bra, baring my breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in my full, round globes, my nipples already hard and begging for attention. He wasted no time, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue.
“Oh, Roy,” I sighed, running my fingers through his hair. “That feels incredible.”
He switched to the other breast, his hand replacing his mouth on the first, squeezing and kneading, while his tongue and teeth teased the sensitive peak. I squirmed on the sofa, my body on fire, my core throbbing with need.
“I want to taste all of you,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
His words sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I wanted him to taste me, to feel his mouth on my most intimate places. I spread my legs, inviting him to explore, and he eagerly accepted the invitation.
Roy slid down my body, his lips trailing kisses along my stomach, making me quiver with anticipation. He reached my jeans and unbuttoned them slowly, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin as he slid them down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him, my breath coming in short gasps as I anticipated his touch.
My panties were the last barrier, and he hooked his fingers into the sides, slowly pulling them down, revealing my glistening folds. I was already wet and ready for him, my arousal evident. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of my exposed pussy, before leaning in to inhale my scent.
“You smell so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice hoarse.
He placed a soft kiss on my inner thigh, making me tremble, before finally pressing his mouth to my core. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I cried out, my hands gripping the sofa cushions. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep into my wetness, finding my sweet spot with ease.
“Oh my God, Roy,” I panted, my hips thrusting involuntarily. “That’s it, right there.”
He continued to lavish attention on my aching clit, his fingers now sliding into my slick heat, stroking and curling, finding all the right spots. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on the brink of orgasm, when he suddenly stopped.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
I whimpered in protest, my body craving release. He stood and quickly shed his clothes, revealing his toned, youthful body and a thick, erect cock that throbbed with need. He knelt between my spread legs, his eyes locked on mine.
“I want to watch your face as I fuck you,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
With that, he positioned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed inside. I gasped as he filled me, stretching and pleasing me in a way that only a man could. He paused, letting me adjust to his size, before beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm.
He withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in, filling me to the hilt. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders, as he repeated this slow, torturous pace, driving me wild with need.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. “So tight and wet.”
I matched his rhythm, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. The fire crackled in the background, the flames dancing over our naked bodies, adding to the erotic atmosphere.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust. “Play with your clit while I fuck you.”
I did as he asked, my fingers finding my swollen bud, circling and rubbing as he pounded into me. The sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring ready to snap.
“That’s it, Sharon,” he grunted, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me see you fall apart.”
His words were the final push I needed. I cried out, my body convulsing around his cock as I climaxed, my juices flowing freely. He continued to thrust, his own release building, until with a final, powerful stroke, he came, filling me with his hot seed.
We collapsed onto the sofa, our bodies still joined, our hearts racing. I looked into his eyes, seeing the satisfaction and desire that mirrored my own.
“That was incredible,” I breathed, stroking his face.
“Just the beginning,” he promised, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I have so many more fantasies to fulfill with you, Sharon.”
I smiled, feeling a thrill of anticipation. This was just the start of our steamy weekend affair, and I couldn’t wait to explore all the pleasures Roy had in store for me.
A Christmas Tree Adventure
I couldn’t believe my luck when Sharon asked for my help. I, Diego, a simple computer techie, was about to spend an entire day with the woman of my dreams. Sharon was my neighbor, a stunning blonde bombshell in her late thirties, with a body that could make men half my age drool. And she wanted me, a 43-year-old Latino with a shy demeanor, to accompany her on a quest for the perfect Christmas tree.
I had been doing yard work for Sharon for a few months now, and we had become friendly. I admired her from afar, never daring to make a move, but today, she was inviting me into her world, and I couldn’t wait to see where this adventure would take us.
As we drove to Johnson’s Christmas Tree Farm in my old pickup truck, the snow-covered landscape glistened in the morning sun. The farm was a winter wonderland, complete with twinkling lights, snowmen, and the aroma of hot apple cider and freshly cut pine trees. It was like stepping into a Christmas card, and I felt a warm glow inside, not just from the mulled wine we sipped to keep us warm.
Sharon, with her bright blue eyes sparkling, led the way, her excitement infectious. We wandered through rows of trees, their branches heavy with snow, each one more perfect than the last. I watched her, captivated by her grace and the way her pink cheeks contrasted with her golden hair. She was like a fairy tale princess, and I was the humble servant, eager to please.
“What do you think of this one, Diego?” She paused in front of a tall, robust fir, its branches reaching towards the sky.
“It’s beautiful,” I replied, my voice hoarse with desire. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, but the words stuck in my throat. Instead, I focused on the task at hand, helping her find the perfect tree.
We spent hours exploring the farm, laughing and joking as we searched for the ideal tree. Sharon’s laughter rang out, and I felt my heart flutter each time. I wanted to make her happy, to give her the best Christmas experience, even if it meant carrying the heaviest tree back to my truck.
Finally, we settled on a majestic pine, its branches laden with snow, and we set about cutting it down. I swung the axe with a strength I didn’t know I had, the wood cracking under the force of my desire to impress her. As the tree fell, I caught a glimpse of Sharon’s smile, and it was worth every effort.
We loaded the tree onto my truck, and I helped secure it, my hands brushing against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I could see the pink flush on her cheeks, and I wondered if she felt the same spark.
The drive back to her house was filled with lively conversation and Christmas carols, our voices blending in harmony. I felt a connection growing between us, something more than just neighbors or friends.
As we arrived at her cozy home, I offered to help set up the tree. Sharon led me into her living room, the space warm and inviting with the glow of the fireplace. I couldn’t help but notice the soft, plush furniture and the way the flickering flames danced in her eyes.
“Let’s get this tree standing, and then I’ll make us some eggnog to warm up,” she suggested, her voice low and sultry.
We worked together, our movements synchronized as we positioned the tree in the stand. Her touch was gentle, and her scent, a mix of pine needles and something sweet, enveloped me. I felt my body respond to her closeness, my heart racing and my breath quickening.
Once the tree was secure, Sharon disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the growing desire that had been simmering since the moment I laid eyes on her. I straightened up the living room, my hands shaking slightly as I tried to calm my nerves.
She returned with two steaming mugs, the eggnog laced with a generous amount of rum. “Here, this will warm you up,” she said, handing me a mug.
I took a sip, the warm liquid sliding down my throat, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I felt my inhibitions melting away, and my eyes locked with hers. In that moment, I knew I had to make a move, to show her how I felt.
Setting my mug down, I took a step towards her, my heart pounding in my chest. Sharon’s eyes widened, but she didn’t back away. I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek, soft as the snowflakes that had kissed our faces earlier.
“Sharon,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you.” And with that, I leaned in, my lips gently capturing hers.
The kiss was electric, a spark igniting between us. Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted like rum and spice. I felt her hands on my chest, pulling me closer, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue seeking entrance, which she eagerly granted.
Our mouths moved in perfect rhythm, exploring and tasting, as if we had been doing this dance forever. My hands traveled down her back, feeling the curve of her spine, and I pulled her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her pressed against me.
Breaking the kiss, Sharon leaned her forehead against mine, her breath coming in short gasps. “I’ve wanted this too, Diego. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
Her words were like music to my ears. I smiled, my heart soaring with joy. “I’m glad we didn’t wait any longer,” I replied, my voice thick with desire.
I kissed her again, this time with more urgency. My hands roamed over her body, exploring the soft curves I had fantasized about. I felt her hands on my belt, unbuckling it with skilled fingers, and I groaned into her mouth.
With expert ease, she unbuttoned my jeans, her hands sliding inside, wrapping around my hardening cock. I let out a ragged breath, my body on fire. Sharon’s touch was like magic, and I couldn’t get enough.
I pushed her back gently, guiding her towards the soft couch, never breaking our kiss. We fell onto the cushions, our bodies entwined, and I positioned myself between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her core.
Her hands were everywhere, stroking, caressing, driving me wild. I wanted to please her, to make her feel the same pleasure I was experiencing. I kissed my way down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites, eliciting soft moans from her.
As my lips reached the swell of her breasts, I paused, admiring the perfection before me. Her nipples were hard, begging for attention, and I obliged, taking one into my mouth, sucking gently, then harder as she arched her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth.
“Oh, Diego,” she breathed, her hands threading through my hair, urging me on.
I switched to her other breast, lavishing attention on it, while my hand slid down her stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of her pants. I could feel her wetness through the fabric, and it drove me wild.
With nimble fingers, I unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down her legs, revealing her bare skin and the lacy black thong that barely covered her pussy. I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties, slowly pulling them down, revealing her glistening folds.
Sharon’s pussy was a work of art, her lips plump and swollen, already wet and ready for me. I leaned down, my breath hot against her sensitive skin, and blew gently, making her shiver.
“Please, Diego,” she whispered, her voice a plea.
I didn’t make her wait any longer. I dove in, my tongue finding her clit, flicking it gently, then with increasing speed as her hips bucked against my mouth. I explored her folds, tasting her sweetness, my fingers sliding inside her, curling to find that spot that made her cry out.
“Yes, right there!” she exclaimed, her hands gripping the cushions.
I wanted to make her come, to feel her body shake with pleasure. I sucked her clit into my mouth, my fingers working in unison, and soon, her orgasm was building, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna…” She couldn’t finish her sentence as her body tensed, her pussy clenching around my fingers, and she came with a loud cry, her juices flooding my mouth.
I continued to lap at her, wanting to savor every drop of her essence. Slowly, her body relaxed, and she pulled me up, kissing me deeply, sharing her taste with me.
“That was incredible,” she murmured against my lips.
I smiled, my body still buzzing with desire. “The night is young, Sharon. I plan to make you come again and again.”
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and I knew this was just the beginning of our passionate adventure. As I positioned myself above her, ready to take her, I wondered what other pleasures awaited us, and I couldn’t wait to find out.
Are You There, Santa?
My boyfriend had a bit of a silly roleplay idea. I’m not much into roleplay at all, but it is Christmas Eve, so I thought for his sake I would go along with it. He wanted to pretend to be Santa Claus and I was to play a young girl creeping down out of her bed to see if Santa had placed my presents under the tree yet. Ok, I will play along. I’m kind of glad I did after how it turned out. I crept down the stairs and saw him taking presents out of his sack and laying them under the tree.
I was wearing some sexy lingerie I’d gotten for the occasion he hadn’t seen yet. He turned around when I asked him if that was Santa in the dimly lit room, only the light of the Christmas tree lights to light the room. He stood up and gasped at what I was wearing, I knew it was a gasp of approval. He came over to me and I ran my fingers through his beard and he smiled. He sat down and pulled me into his lap and asked me if I’d been a good girl or a bad girl this year. I leaned in and whispered very bad, but that wouldn’t affect my getting any presents, would it? He chuckled and said not the kind of present he had in mind for me!
He had me stand up and told me to strip down, there wasn’t much to remove. Then he took off his Santa outfit and told me to lay back on the rug in front of the roaring fireplace. He knelt down with me and I could feel his hardness against me. I opened my legs wide for him and he slid his cock inside my already hot, waiting and dripping pussy. I purred with pleasure as he sank his cock into me and began to make love to me. I reached down and gripped his ass cheeks and pulled him even deeper inside of me and wrapped my legs around him to hold him tightly against me. I could feel his breath on my neck and my hard nipples against his chest. His cock easing in and out of me with every quickening stroke. It didn’t take me long to cum all over his shaft, and he soon shot his load into me, on Christmas Eve, right there beside the Christmas tree in front of the fire. It was a wonderfully romantic and tender moment for us. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good (and sexy) night!
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.
