It was our first Christmas together. The day had been spent decorating the house. We had gotten to the final box when you smiled and said "Oh, mistletoe -- my favorite!", sounding delighted and giving me a teasing smile.
I returned your smile and asked where we should hang it.
"Probably the light fixture in the living room. That way we will be able to find it whenever we want."
I set up the ladder for you and you climbed up while I stood on the floor admiring the view. A slight wiggle of your ass showed me you knew exactly what I was thinking. With the mistletoe up, you stepped down the ladder and paused at the bottom, pressing yourself against my hard cock, which now threatened to burst from my jeans. You rested your back on my chest, then turned to your left, smiling, eyes half-closed.
"Mmmm... I know what I want for Christmas," you said with a soft moan, pressing your ass harder against my shaft.
I pushed back into you.
"Later, baby!" I loved teasing you.
"We really need to start decorating the tree," I said, then began pulling a strand of lights from a box so I could check for burned out bulbs. You were standing beside me as I knelt on the floor, untangling lights and checking for loose bulbs. When you knelt down to my right I paused and turned my head. Your breasts swayed gently inside your loose T-shirt as you leaned over.. I moved my eyes up and down her body, then finally locked my eyes on yours. You looked up towards the ceiling and smiled, then looked back down at me.
"We're under the mistletoe," you said, sounding slightly nervous.
I looked up, although I believed her. "Yeah, I guess we are," I replied.
"I suppose we'd better see if it still works after being boxed-up all year."
Your voice was sweet and tender, as soft as your skin.
You leaned towards me. I felt you brace your left hand on my right thigh as your hot breath stroked my mouth for a second. You softly pressed your mouth to mine, parting them and sucking on my lower one. You gripped my thigh harder and inched your fingers closer to my hard shaft as your tongue darted past my lips, searching for mine. Soon my hand was moving up your thigh towards your hip. I clutched it, urging you closer. You moaned as we kissed and slipped your right hand around to the back of my neck, holding me tight so you could suck on my tongue. When you eventually pulled away I heard a soft sucking sound as your soft, pliant lips released me. It was then I realized that my hand was cupping your left breast.
"You're a good kisser, Nick" you said. I've always loved that about you."
"Thanks. So are you Lisa. Remember, you taught me all I know."
"So, I guess the mistletoe works."
I leaned forward and continued kissing your warm, watery lips. I felt your left hand leave my waist and slide down to my ass. As we rolled together onto the floor, you gave it a hard squeeze, pulling me closer so I could feel my throbbing shaft rubbing over your stomach through my jeans. You felt it too because I heard her moan.
