1. Fun Under the Christmas Tree


    Date: 12/22/2014, Categories: Cheating, Author: ConnMan38, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    Springsteen sing, 'Santa Claus is Comin' to Town,' and all too quickly I pulled up to her apartment. "Thank you so much," she said. "You are very welcome." I looked into her eyes. Wow. She wasn't making a move to get out of the car. "Um," she paused, "since you don't have anyone at home can I offer you an egg nog or a drink, something just to say thanks?" Wow again. 'You can't do this', I told myself. 'You're not a cheating husband.' I looked down, then back at her. No fuckin' way. I can't believe this. "Well, I'm not a fan of egg nog, but I'll take the rum or whiskey if you have it, sure." We got out and walked up a flight of stairs into her apartment. Overall it was pretty plain; a simple couch and chair, generic art prints on the walls, a small kitchen and a two person dining table. But the halls were decked. There were multi-colored lights strung around the window and in the kitchen. She had a decent sized Christmas tree lit up and a few small presents waiting to be opened. She took my coat and tossed it into the chair, kicked off her shoes (I did the same, figuring it was house rules) then went into the kitchen and poured drinks. You better believe I took a long look at her once her coat came off. She was slender, but nicely shaped. The hip-huggers I saw earlier looked very sexy from behind. Her sweater still showed a lot of skin and when she turned I saw her top shape for the first time. Nice boobs, I said to myself. B cups, pushed up by her bra. Yes, I was getting a ...
    bit hard just looking at her and for a moment I wished I had my coat covering my lap. I stood up as best I could when she came towards the couch. "Here you go," she said and handed me my drink. "Merry Christmas." "And to you," I said as we clinked glasses. I took a sip of the whiskey and sat back down on the couch. She stayed standing, which gave me a good look at her. "Um, can I ask you something?" "Shoot." "You weren't joking before, were you? About why you came back to the store." Crap. Busted! Now, I could try a song and dance and try to worm my way of telling the truth, but then how would I explain agreeing to give her a ride home or come inside her apartment? Shit. Deep breath. "Nope." I paused. "You looked really attractive tonight and my hormones kicked in sitting at home alone, so I went back. My Christmas fantasy, I guess." Hell, looking straight across at her waist and seeing how her pants rode low towards her crotch, I was having another fantasy right then and there. She didn't say anything for a moment. Perhaps she wasn't expecting me to fess up so quickly. She took a sip and a half-step closer. "So what were you thinking about me?" She shifted from one foot to the other, and I looked up into her eyes. "Well, to put it in holiday terms, basically I wished you were a present under my tree that I unwrap and play with." When she reached out, took my drink and turned, I thought for sure she was going to give me my coat and show me the door. Instead, she put down both ...
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