December's Steamy Night

On a cold January morning, December woke up shivering. It was freezing in her apartment and she didn’t know why. She thought, “didn’t you turn the heater on before you went to bed last night?” Not being able to remember, she got out of bed to go check. Looking at the thermostat, it showed it was set at 76 degrees. She was right; she had turned it on. Still confused as to why the heater wasn’t on, she fumbled for her cell phone and called her landlord.

Mr. Forbes informed December that he would have a repairman out to her apartment as soon as possible. He didn’t have an exact time, as that would be too convenient for her. Knowing she might be without heat all day, she went into the kitchen and turned on the burners on the stove.

“Ah, yes. Heat by Magic Oven,” she mumbled to herself. “There’s nothing like cooking your lunch and toasting your ass at the same time."

She decided to go ahead and make something to eat since she wasn’t going to be able to go out that day.

Meanwhile, Dante got a call from Mr. Forbes about the tenant in apartment 624. Dante assumed the pilot light went out on the heater. Something that was easy to fix. It was just before lunch and he was hungry. He decided to run over and light the pilot before heading to a local fast food restaurant. Gathering some supplies from his toolbox, he headed towards 624.

Just as December tasted the sauce for her lunch there was a loud knock on the door. Startled by it, she burned her lip on the spoon.

“Ouch! Damnit!” she shouted.

Dante, standing on the other side of the door could hear a spoon hit the stove.

He thought, “God, I hope she’s not some old woman.” Gaining his composure he patiently waited for December to open the door.

Not realizing he’d be there so soon, December quickly fusses with her hair to get it looking halfway tamed. She opens the door while gently pushing her hair behind her ear, out of her face. She looks up and sees Dante standing at the door. He was just a tad shorter than her, with dark brown eyes and black hair. His goatee was neatly trimmed. She caught herself staring at his lips as he talked.

Dante was thinking, “This woman has GOT to be on something.”

She wasn’t paying a bit of attention to the questions he was asking her. He stopped talking and just stood there until she snapped out of it. He could smell the food cooking on the stove and that made his mouth water. The savory smell lingered around them. After standing at the door for a few seconds more, December snapped out of it and invited Dante in.

Rushing to the stove, she feverishly stirs the concoction that is in the skillet. As she finishes up her lunch she tells Dante what she noticed with the heater. He goes to the heater and notices that the pilot is lit on the heater; it just isn’t kicking on. He calls Mr. Forbes to tell him that they need to get a new heating unit.

“I’ll get one sent over right away, go ahead and stay there till it gets there so you can have it put in this afternoon,” said Mr. Forbes.

“I’m sorry to inconvenience you, ma’am, but Mr. Forbes wants me to stick around until the new heater is delivered,” said the now very hungry man.

“That’s fine, go ahead and have a seat,” replied December.

Dante had a seat at the kitchen table as she sat down for lunch. They made small talk while she ate. Then December realized what time it was and assumed Dante hadn’t eaten lunch yet.

“Would you like something to eat?” December offered.

“Yes, ma’am.” Dante replied.

“Please, call me December, I hate being called ma’am.”

Dante smiled, “Yes, ma’am.”

December gave a slight glare then smiled as she realized he was just being facetious.

December got Dante his lunch then sat down to finish eating. He seemed very nice, and had a good sense of humor, something she liked a lot. They talked through lunch, getting to know each other a little. He was single, so was she. Both had been in bad relationships before and were very cautious now. After a while, Dante looked at his watch. It was almost 3 pm. He had been there for just over 3 hours. Instead of wondering where the heater was he just thought how nice it was to talk to a beautiful woman and laugh to again.

By 4:30 pm the heater still wasn’t there. Dante called Mr. Forbes back and asked what was taking so long. Apparently they had to order the heater. Since it was Friday, it wouldn’t be there till Monday. “Nice way to spend the weekend,” thought December. She told Dante she wasn’t comfortable leaving the stove on all night and asked if he had a space heater she could borrow. Unfortunately for her he didn’t.

He knew it was a long shot, since they barely knew each other, but he offered to let her stay at his place for the weekend. December thought about it for a few minutes. He’s a decent guy, and he lives just right around the corner from her. She didn’t see a potential for there to be a problem, so she agreed. She gathered her things while Dante turned off the stove.

When they walked into Dante’s apartment December’s nervousness faded. He led her to his bedroom so they could get her stuff out of the way. They pretty much just threw her crap on the floor. December walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. Dante came back in the room saying he had ordered a pizza. He figured they might as well stay in and watch a movie. Getting comfy, she took off her shoes and leaned against a pillow.

After they ate and watched the movie, Dante moved from sitting across the room from December to sitting right next to her. They sat and talked for a few more hours, discovering many more things they had in common. They were amazed at how well they clicked with each other. It seemed as though they were laughing at everything they talked about. Even when it got to a serious moment in the conversation, Dante instinctively knew what to say to make her laugh.

December laughed so hard a few strands of her hair fell out of place. Seeing it, Dante reached up and gently pushed it back behind her ear, brushing his finger against her soft cheek as he drew his hand away. Looking directly in his gorgeous brown eyes she smiled. He couldn’t help but smile back at her. Her beauty stunned Dante. Her shoulder length auburn hair glistened in the soft light coming from the kitchen. When he looked into her dark green eyes, it was as if he could see into her soul.

Leaning in, he gently kissed her. He was going to just stop at a sweet peck on the lips, but December wanted more. Reaching up, she placed her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. They began kissing again, with more urgency. Their lips parted and his tongue went in search of hers, darting in and out of her mouth. Once their tongues intertwined, his hands started roaming. He reached up her shirt and unfastened her bra. With one hand he gently massaged her breast, with the other he pinched her nipple. She let out a soft moan, letting him know she liked it.

He pulled her forward, slipped his hands around her. Slowly rubbing up her back, he slid her shirt off of her, laying it on the floor beside them. Shortly after, her bra was laying beside it. Wanting him inside her, she fumbled to get his shirt off. He grabbed her hands and put them on her lap.

Dante looked in her eyes and said, “There’s no need to rush this. We have plenty of time to enjoy it.”

Then he took off his shirt and laid it next to her clothes.

She ran her hands up his chest, then around his neck. She drew him near her again, wanting to taste him. She licked his lips with her moist tongue. He tasted so good. She began wondering what the rest of him tasted like. Meanwhile, he was caressing her breasts and her stomach. Reaching down, he unfastened her jeans. He wanted to find out how sweet she was, but remembered what he had told her. Moving very slowly he helped her stand up so he could get her out of her jeans. When he got them down past her ass, he reached up and grabbed it.

She had a very firm ass. It made him very hard just thinking about it. He helped December the rest of the way out of her pants and had her lay down on the couch. Dante hands were massaging her legs, higher and higher up her thighs. Leaning down, he kissed her legs, running his tongue along the inner sides. December couldn’t help herself; it was as if he was torturing her by not touching her pussy. She wanted him so bad, but he was taking his time. She knew it would be worth it in the long run, but she wanted him NOW! She was squirming on the couch to his every movement, moaning softly as he ascended her thighs.

She had on a black satin thong. He could see the moisture collecting on it. Seeing her arousal mad his cock press against his jeans. He wanted to just dive right in and have his way with her, but he knew she deserved more than that. Dante moved her left leg, so that it was resting on the back of the couch. Moving her other leg, he brought his head closer to her sweet smelling pussy. His mouth started to water. He wanted to taste her so bad. Just to keep torturing December, he blew his hot breath on her. Chills went up her back causing her to squirm more. Taking one finger, he barely rubbed the tip of it along her thong. She tried to move so he was pressing against her harder, but he pulled back.

December was about to go insane if he didn’t touch her soon. She took one of her nipples in her hand, squeezing firmly. She had to do something to keep from yanking his pants off and fucking his brains out. She thought if she would squirm more he’d be accidentally touch her, but he seemed to be on to her little game. Just then, he moved her thong to the side and licked her. She let out a loud moan. Wanting more, she put her hand on his head and pushed him closer to her pussy. She wanted to tell him to eat her, but she didn’t want to seem too demanding.

She tastes very sweet, not like anything he’d had before. He couldn’t help himself any more. He ran his tongue up and down her pussy. Making tiny circles on her clit, moving down and sticking his tongue inside her. “I could do this all day,” he thought to himself. Reaching down, he had to adjust his pants, if he got any harder, he was going to bust out of them. Moving his hand back up to her moist slit, he slid a finger inside her. December moaned loudly and moved her hips to his rhythm. He put another finger inside her, rubbing her g-spot. His hands were soaked with her juices. He took out his fingers and licked them, then put them back inside her.

December could feel herself nearing a climax. Pinching her nipples harder, she moaned. She found herself holding her breath. She wanted to cum so bad. She was doing everything she could to make it happen faster. Dante could feel her muscles tighten around his fingers. He licked faster and faster. He knew she was going to cum soon, so he sucked on her clit. With a loud moan, she pushed his head in her pussy again. He felt her muscles spasming around his fingers and a light wave of cum wash over them.

After pulling his fingers out of her, he went to lick them. December saw his fingers nearing his mouth. She grabbed his hand and shoved his fingers in her mouth, licking them clean. Dante didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get harder, but it did. He had to get out of his jeans or he was going to hurt himself sitting there. He stood up, and started unfastening them. December sat up and helped him. As soon as he had his jeans off, she stood up and told him to lie down.

December got between his legs and slowly licked his inner thighs. She wanted him in her mouth, but thought she’d give him a small dose of what he did to her. She kissed and gently nibbled on his thighs, making her way up to his now throbbing erection. Once she got to it, she took a deep breath and exhaled gradually on him. Deciding to tease him a little, she got on her knees and flipped her hair forward. It landed tenderly on his chest. December lightly brushed her hair down to his stomach, then over his member. Sitting up on her knees, she swung her hair back in place.

Looking down, she saw he had pre-cum on the head. Getting back in between his legs, she licked it off. With feather light licks, she taunted him. Dante wanted to be inside her mouth. He was longing for the warmth. Knowing he was about to go insane, she ran her tongue down the shaft. He could feel her tongue ring as she went down. Licking leisurely, she reached the head for a second time. This time, she wrapped her lips around it, making more circles but with additional pressure.

Little by little she inched more of him in her mouth. Dante was beginning to grow impatient; he wanted her to go quicker. December increased her speed. As she did this, her hair fell in her face. Seeing this, Dante reached up and pulled her hair out of the way. Watching his hard cock being engulfed by her was escalating his climax. He thought he’d last longer than this, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted her in the most incredible way. December sucked harder and faster. With each and every stroke she made, she became progressively more drenched.

Soon she could feel him thrusting into her mouth and felt his cock twitch. Swallowing his hot cum sent him over the edge. He moaned loudly as he finished shooting inside her. Once he was through, she finished by licking him clean. Sitting up once again, she grabbed her bottle of water and took a very long drink.

Dante sat up and took the water from her. He kissed her passionately. December just thought it was going to end with him cumming, but he had very different plans. He stood up, took her hand in his and led her to his bedroom.

Laying her on the bed, he climbed on top of her while spreading her legs apart. He smoothly slipped inside of her. She felt like heaven to him. Warm, moist and supple. She had been yearning for someone to make love to her like he was. Within just the first few minutes she was nearing an orgasm.

He took a breast in his mouth, licking the nipple. Starting off delicately, he nibbled; soon it became almost a bite. Once he heard her squeal from the pleasure, he licked it again, starting all over again. All the while, piercing her pussy with his hard cock.

He felt her muscles clenching around his dick as she came. Dante slowed his pace. He wanted to give her time to recover. Once she was ready to go again, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. Lowering himself onto her more, he kissed her neck. December responded by putting her arms around him and running her nails down his back. Whispering in her ear he asked if they could change positions.

She moaned, “Yes.”

In one fluid movement they rolled over and she was mounted on him. Arching her back, she rocked her hips back and forth.

After a while December wanted a different feeling. Getting up she told Dante to prop himself up against he headboard. Turning around, she eased herself back on top of him, giving Dante a very good view of her ass. Sliding up and down on his cock caused her to moan heavily. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down onto his throbbing member as she raised herself up. He wanted to ram his cock inside her, but with her on top, it was a difficult task. With each glance at her firm ass he wanted more and more to be behind her. At last, he couldn’t take the urge anymore.

Pushing her forward, he got to his knees. With his tight hold on her hips, he drove himself into her. Pumping harder and faster, he couldn’t help but smack her ass a few times. At first he thought he might have hurt her, but when she bucked back on him, he knew she liked it. Leaning forward, practically laying on her, he kissed her back. Reaching around her with one arm and he rubbed her clit with his middle finger.

December’s moans got louder and increased in pitch. Dante recognized the transition in the tones and knew she was nearing another climax. Straightening himself back up, he made his strokes longer, but with the same force. The feel of her tensing up sent a wave of bliss over him. Knowing they were both going to orgasm very soon, he wanted to time it just right. As soon as he felt the tight grasp on his cock he started to cum.

Running out of energy, they collapsed side by side. Dante wrapped his arms around December and held her as they caught their breath. After a few moments, December reached for a bottle of water on the nightstand. While leaning over the edge of the bed, Dante rubbed her back. He didn’t want to take his hands off of her.

Her skin was so soft and smooth. Once she was hydrated again, she laid her head on his chest and fell asleep. Dante watched her for a while, noticing little things about her. In the candlelight, he could still see the freckle on her right earlobe. He also saw one by her nose, under her left eye. After a few hours, he fell asleep.

The next morning, December woke up and noticed she was alone in Dante’s bed. Not knowing what was going on, she slipped on a t-shirt. It fell just below her bare bum. Walking in to the living room she could smell bacon cooking. Once around the corner, she saw Dante in the kitchen trying to make breakfast for her. The kitchen was a mess, but he looked so cute fumbling around in there. She stood in the living room trying not to giggle too loud, she didn’t want him to know she was watching him.

“Damnit!” Dante said loudly.

December giggled at him. He dropped an egg and it cracked right beside his foot. He got it on himself. Hobbling to the sink to get a wet rag he heard December laughing at him. Embarrassed by the mess he made he tried to hurry and clean it up. December decided to help him finish breakfast and went in the kitchen. Noticing the eggs were going to burn, she quickly stirred them and made scrambled eggs. Sunny side up just disgusted her. Eggs aren’t meant to run. The thought grossed her out.

Dante quickly washed some dishes as December finished cooking breakfast. She noticed he was going to make toast, but apparently couldn’t handle the task while making the eggs and bacon. Once Dante turned around after washing the last plate, he saw that everything was done.

“Damn, a woman that can cook. I hit the jackpot there!” he thought to himself.

Before Dante knew what December was doing, she had both plates ready and orange juice on the table.

They sat down and ate, talking about what they were going to do that day. They agreed on going to the mall and then to a movie. Once they were done eating, December finished up the dishes and Dante got ready to take a shower. After they were both ready, they left for the mall.

December had some things she needed to pick up, but other than that, they were just going to look around. When they got in Dante’s car, he leaned over the console and kissed December. As they were driving down the street, he took her hand in his and smiled at her. She thought, “this is the perfect way to start a weekend.”