T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except this horny guy's lips noisily kissing its way up my neck!
Oh, and that mouse scurrying about, warmed by the fireplace, waiting to get its grubby little hands on the Chinese food leftovers we left on the table.
I was sitting on Frank's torn sofa, drinking cheap champagne from a glass he had hastily washed. He had successfully gotten my little hat and my little coat off and got my pretty little butt on his sofa and his arm around my shoulders. Now he wanted my lips.
"Ooh, no, I really can't stay," I said to him.
"Mm, no, no, yes, stay," he begged between kisses to my face.
I chuckled a little and squirmed under him while he tightened his arm around me, locking me in place.
"It was such a nice evening," I said. "Let's end it clean."
"No, no clean, I hate clean, I can't do clean, no more clean," he said. He made his way to my ear while I laughed and weakly tried to push him away. He removed my scarf that was getting in his way. "Yum, yum, yum," he said as he nibbled me. "I want it down and dirty."
"Ew, ew, ew," I said playfully when I felt a tongue in my ear. "Ooh," I cooed when he hit that spot behind my ear. "I'm not a down and dirty girl, you know."
Although for a second I wanted to pull his tie off and rip his shirt open, but I steadied myself.
"My mother," I murmured.
"What about her?"
Kiss, kiss, lick.
"She worries about me," I said. I was a chorus girl who sometimes performed late at night clubs, but she did still want me home at a decent time.
"Tell her, her daughter is in good hands," he said.
"Mm, she won't buy that," I said.
"Tell her you had too much fun and can't go home," he said. "Didn't you have fun?"
"Mm, yeah," I said, staring at the peeling paint of the wall while recalling the past few hours.
Truth be told, he had done everything wrong today. He stammered when he called me to ask me on a date. He took me skating at Rockefeller Center and fell on his ass how many times. He took me window shopping at Macy's but couldn't afford anything for me there. I took him to Montgomery Ward's thinking he'd be able to buy me something, anything. Instead, he got incensed about the Rudolph display, railing on about how much he hated that song. Which was one of my favorites!
But it was his efforts that I appreciated.
That at least earned him a kiss.
He delighted when I turned my face finally to receive him. He got too excited. He moved his body towards me, practically getting on top of me.
"Mm," I said to him while we kissed. I drew him back to his seat. I was going to face him this time and keep control and choreograph this scene myself. I kept my hand on his chest and stomach. "Mm-hm," I said approvingly. He chuckled a little with his mouth full of my tongue. I got careless. I didn't realize my hand was slipping lower and lower until...
He jumped a little. He didn't expect my hand right between his legs. And I didn't expect such a bulging prick, stiff as a board, raging like a bull ready to burst out of its cage!
"Keep going, keep going," he begged.
I shook my head. He nodded. He put his hand on top of mine to hold it there. He smiled happily. I laughed at his enthusiasm.
"Ooh, I need you," he said.
"My father will...will...be so, so mad at me," I said. "And you!"
He couldn't talk. He was too busy rubbing my hand against his prick.
"He's probably pacing the room right now wondering where his wayward daughter is."
He put his arm around my waist and lifted me up, turned me around so I was sitting on his knee. He wrapped his arms around me. All my next excuses got buried in another long kiss.
His hand was getting adventurous, playing with the big buttons of my shirtwaist dress. My legs squirmed under his advance. His hands were on my thighs. My kisses got louder. I was moaning for him to slow down, but I was also holding his face and drinking in his tongue. His hands were on my hips. I rolled too much and felt his erection against my thighs. I gasped when his hands crawled up to my breasts. I gulped and tried to catch my breath as he squeezed. I groaned at how good that felt. And I twitched when he pinched my nipples.
I playfully slapped him.
"Naughty boy," I said and kissed him again. "What will the neighbors think?"
"I don't care," he said. "They're too busy doing Christmas things."
"And we're here doing naughty things."
"Mm, yes."
He pulled me closer. I moved closer to him. I was practically straddling him!
If that hand of his went under my dress, I wasn't sure how I'd react. It had been a while for me. I wasn't like those other chorus girls and nightclub gals who checked off men by the dozens.
Get out of there before you ravish him, Lynn, I said to myself.
"Oh, no, no, no, sir," I said finally, trying to pull away.
He groaned in protest.
"Let me go before the snowstorm comes and, aw, shoot!" I said, looking at the window.
The flakes from earlier had become hard falling snow.
"Ha!" he said. "You can't go now."
"Oh, yes, I can," I said. "Just give me your coat."
