The Christmas Surprise Pt 01

She put the finishing touches on the tree and turned on the lights. "It looks beautiful," Andy said, watching the lights reflecting in her eyes. Christmas was just a week away, their first without their parents, but their first with Eamon. "You did a great job decorating it, love."

Danae adjusted a few ornaments and fussed with the light strands, trying to get everything perfect. "There's a lot of decorating left to do, and my heart isn't in it this year. But, we have two little ones waiting for Santa to come. They are who this holiday is for anyway." He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You don't have to do the outside lights, though. It's a lot of work, and it's been bitterly cold outside."

"Are you sure?" He kissed her neck. "I don't mind."

"Yes, I'm sure. I have things to do inside. You can help me with that. Plus, I want to get a sitter so we can go shopping together. Time is growing short."

"Why don't we do that tonight? I could call ahead and get a table at The Tower, and we could go shopping afterward," Andy suggested.

"I know you love that place, but I'd rather go to the place Mama and Daddy loved. It's casual, it's comfortable. No snooty waiters, no celebrities."

"That would be okay, too. As long as we're together, it doesn't matter where we go."

Danae dialed the sitter and arranged for her to come within the hour. "I need to pump, so the baby will have dinner," she chucked. "He will be a disappointed little man if Mama doesn't leave milk for him."

"I'll go shower. Do we need reservations at this place, Nae?"

"I don't think so, but it probably wouldn't hurt."

"I'll call after I'm done upstairs." Andy padded upstairs and blew her a kiss.

Danae was able to fill a bottle for Eamon, and she was happy with her output. The sitter showed up early, and she took notes on where things were—their cell phone numbers and the kids' routine. "My husband will be down shortly, the kids are in the nursery. I need to go shower, and we'll be ready to leave after that."

"No problem, Mrs. Murphy." The girl, named Leslie, was the daughter of Andy's co-worker.

Andy walked down the stairs wearing a business casual outfit. His collar-length, pin-straight, silky jet black hair shone in the dim lights of the Christmas tree. Tall, dark, and handsome with a large, muscular build, Andy filled out his tailored pants and shirt nicely.

"You're wearing the musk I gave you," Danae noticed. "It smells amazing." She stared into his caramel brown eyes and pushed a length of hair behind his ear. How she loved it like that.

"All for you, my darling."

"I'll be down soon, love." Danae showered and dried her long, brown hair, putting it up in her favorite updo, and dressed in a warm sweater with jeans. As she walked down the steps, Andy's eyes were drawn to her.

"Wow, my darling. You look amazing."

Danae blushed. "You need glasses, sir." Her blue jeans fit her like a glove and accentuated her shapely figure. Her youthful, nearly perfect breasts swelled within her chunky-knit peach sweater. With eyes the color of cut amethysts, ruby red lips, and cute-as-a-button freckles, she was every man's definition of a knockout, but her heart belonged solely to Anduin Murphy.

"Let's go." He held his arm out for her. "Thanks again, Leslie, for watching our children. We shouldn't be out late."

They drove to the off-strip restaurant, and valet parked the car. In Starlight Shores, most restaurants, save for the smallest in town, offered valet parking, a service which the Murphy's frequently used. Andy took the ticket, and he led Danae inside. "Murphy," Andy told the host.

"Ah yes, Mr. Murphy! A pleasure to see you, sir!" He took two menus and led them back to a secluded room with only three tables in it. There was no one else in the room but them. Immediately after they were seated, a waiter appeared to greet them.

"May I get you something from the bar? Wine? Spirits?"

"How about some wine? Dry for me, please, and semi-sweet for my lovely wife." Andy requested.

"Certainly, Mr. Murphy!" The waiter recognized the celebrity couple immediately. Andy was the team manager to the city's champion soccer team. Danae was a celebrity in her own right, the daughter of late soccer legend, Travis Jones.

"So, my darling, what is good here?" He perused the menu, impressed with the selection.

"Mama always used to get the scampi, but I've heard the filet mignon is their specialty. Daddy loved it."

"Hmm," Andy thought. "What looks good to

you,

honey?"

"Well, I'm always partial to lobster, but anything looks good. Be creative." She winked at him. "You're good at choosing for me."

"How about liver and onions?" he suggested playfully and laughed when she made a face. "Okay, not the liver." His eyes widened as he spotted the perfect entree, and he knew immediately what he would order for her.

"I know that look," she said slyly. "You found something good."

"Oh, I did, love. We'll share like we usually do. Don't worry, I know what you like."

"I'm not worried in the least."

He took her hand and kissed it. "You look so beautiful tonight, my darling. Your freckles are just too cute."

She shook her head. "Not my best feature, but okay."

"I beg to differ," he countered. "I love your freckles. I know where you got them from. Frances, I don't know how many greats she was... she had freckles."

"How do you know that?" Danae was amazed. "Babe, not many pictures of Grandma Frances survived."

"I have my ways. Besides, don't you have red hair in your ancestry? Wasn't Nana Destiny a redhead? And your uncle Chris? Your Nana Bella? Naturally, freckles would be in your family."

"I love that you know my family better than I do." She blushed fiercely.

"I can't help it, love. Everywhere I look in the house, there they are. It's like living in a museum. It's the most awesome thing ever, and I love that our children will grow up loving and knowing their heritage. We just need to get some pictures of my mom and dad and hang them, too."

"Oh, absolutely we will!" The waiter came around, and in Andy's true style, he ordered for both of them, just pointing at the menu, keeping everything a secret. "Okay, now you're just teasing me," Danae pouted.

"I'm glad you noticed. Hang onto that for later." He side glanced at her and smiled.

"You're incorrigible," she flirted.

"You're beautiful," he flirted back. "Would you like to dance?"

"You know I would," she replied, waiting for him to stand. He led her to a small wooden dance floor in the room, the only music came from speakers that were mounted on the wall, but it didn't matter.

"We need to go to the club soon. I need to work out some tension on the dance floor." He winked at her.

"We don't need a dance floor for that, babe."

The tension is plenty enough for now,

she thought.

"Are you

sure

we need to go shopping after this?" he asked and held her close as they swayed to the music.

"That was the plan."

"Plans can be altered."

"But that won't get gifts under the tree," she protested halfheartedly.

"You really need to stop making so much sense." He kissed her fingers tenderly. "Let's go sit again. I'm getting uncomfortable," he suggested. She looked at him, observed the faintest hint of a bulging erection, and only nodded her head.

"So," she began, hoping to change the topic, "What do we get for Elyse? Next year should be fun with her, but I still want to make sure she has things to play with."

"How about a dollhouse?" he suggested.

She nodded. "That could be cute. I never had one."

"Or a rocking horse? She's too little to play on the one in the yard, but a small wooden one would be really fun for her."

"I like that idea, too! What about Eamon?"

"Well, he's too little for much of anything yet. Maybe something musical. He loves that old antique music box."

Danae got choked up. The music box was generations old and belonged to her great grandmother Destiny. "That music box is at least a hundred years old. I'm surprised sometimes that it still works."

"Really? It's in such great condition for being that old."

"I remember Nana Bella telling us when she wound it to play one night—we couldn't have been more than six years old—that Nana Destiny got it from her Grand-pappy Farmer. I don't know how old it was before she got it." She wiped tears away. "I miss Nana Bella."

"I'm sorry, my love. I never knew my grandparents that well. My dad's parents were older, and they died when I was little. I don't remember my mother's parents, either."

"I have forgotten a lot about her and Pop-Pop. We were only seven when they died. Mama told me I'm a lot like Nana Bella, though."

"In what ways?"

"Well, she was... sexually curious. The guy she dated in high school wasn't necessarily a good influence on her."

"Is that why she started the tradition with the purity rings?" Andy asked.

"Actually, that was started by Papa Arthur. Nana Bella had a ring, but she pushed it."

"Is that something you're going to want for Elyse someday?"

"I'm not sure yet. I think so, but it's going to depend a lot on her."

"So, am I a good influence on you?" Andy winked at her.

"No comment," she flirted and took a sip of wine.

Their dinner arrived shortly after. Andy's surprise was oysters, something he knew Danae loved. "Are you surprised, my darling?"

"Yes! I didn't even see them on the menu! I knew you'd outdo yourself." Andy had ordered chicken risotto for them to share, and both meals were outstanding. The oysters came three ways: fried, Rockefeller, and on the shell, raw. Andy couldn't bring himself to try the raw ones, but Danae loved them.

"I'm not sure I want to kiss you now," he teased. "I know what you've been eating, and it's nasty, to borrow your term."

She laughed. "The oysters are not lost on me, mister. You will want to kiss me, believe me."

"I'm going to want a lot more than that," he flirted madly, as he watched her turn a deep, dark red. "Do you want to go home now?"

"I so want to go home right now," she purred. "I'll run out tomorrow and get the rocking horse."

"Or I can," he suggested. She couldn't take her eyes from him—he noticed her unrelenting stare. "Are you okay, love?"

"I've never been better," she flirted. She leaned to him and whispered, "I'm not wearing any panties."

His eyes widened. "You don't say," he said and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. And she demurely nodded her head. He summoned the waiter for the check.

"Thank you for choosing to dine with us tonight, Mr. & Mrs. Murphy. It was my pleasure to serve you."

"Thank you for your kind service," Andy replied. "We will be back." He stood to leave and took Danae's hand. "Are you ready, my darling?" He pulled a few bills from his billfold and left them on the table.

"Oh yes, I am ready," she purred.

"Please walk in front of me," he whispered. "I have a bit of a problem."

They walked to the valet, and he handed the ticket for the car. She stood in front of him, as he requested, and waited. But he knew he would be exposed when it arrived. He was driving, and he would need to walk to his side of the car.

Please, go down

, he thought to himself. But Danae's admission about not wearing panties repeated in his head. There was no way his hard-on would resolve on its own. Acting casual, he opened the door for Danae and seated her, closed her door, walked to the driver's side, and got in.

"Oh my gosh, Danae!" he exclaimed once he was in the car, hidden from view. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Why?" she mused. His erection was unmistakable, the distinct outline of his cock showed through the khaki fabric of his slacks, and the young, teen-aged babysitter would surely notice it.

"You know why, you little vixen."

"Find a quiet parking lot," she said.

"Why?"

"Just do it, Andy. Don't ask questions."

He drove around the downtown area until he found a business that was closed. "Is this okay?" he asked.

She looked around and surveyed the lot. "Nope, it's too light. How about the club? Or the beach. Yes, the beach!"

"Beach? Why? It's too cold for the beach."

"That's exactly my point. We should be alone there, no problem."

"I don't know what you're planning, my darling. Just remember, we have a very young babysitter at home."

"I know that, too," she purred. "Just drive."

He put the car in first gear, and pulled out onto Los Sueños Strip, headed south toward the beach. Her hand made its way to his leg, and he let out a breathy moan. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see." Gently she caressed his leg, moving closer to his erection. He began to squirm—his pants felt as though they would cut him in two. They stopped at a light, and she undid the button on his khaki pants.

"Danae!" he exclaimed, panting. But she put her finger to his lips as she caressed his cock through the fabric. "You're going to make me have an accident."

"Nope, pay attention to the road." Her hand slid back onto his thigh as he drove. She was breathing heavily, and he knew she was very aroused—her whimpers were driving him nearly mad. All along the beach road, she fondled him, touching his thighs, lightly brushing his cock, kissing whatever she could reach.

"You're going to kill me, you know that," he panted.

"Nope, just keep on driving. We're almost there."

Five minutes later, he pulled into the beach parking lot. She was right. The place was deserted, not a soul around. "Is this good?"

"Yep," she replied. "This will do." She removed her sweater, leaving a button-down shirt on. She undid her seatbelt, and put her sweater over her head, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock from its prison, the one she created for it.

"What's the sweater for?" he asked, swallowing hard.

"Your modesty," she said and licked him, savoring the taste of the precum on the head of his cock. Carefully, deliberately, she covered his cock with long, slow licks, tasting every bit of him before she took him into her mouth.

"Oh my gosh, Danae," he croaked. He laid the seat back just a bit to give her some room by the steering wheel. Skillfully, she sucked and licked him, acting as though she was sucking the world's best lollipop. It didn't take long for the windows to fog up, and her indiscretions were more easily hidden. He groaned, delighting in the feel of her soft, wet tongue on his cock, and in public to boot! "Oh fuck!" he moaned, a shiver of pleasure ripped through his body. Her moans vibrated on him, and it felt amazing.

She stopped for a moment and gazed into his beautiful caramel brown eyes. He reached down to caress her cheek. The veins bulged in his engorged, dark cock, her lips teased and licked slowly around the bulbous head. Danae's hand gently wrapped around him while she sucked, massaging small circles on his frenulum with her thumb. And when she was ready, she relaxed her throat and took him deep into her mouth.

"Oh Danae, oh yes baby," he growled, wanting her to swallow every drop of him. "Oh baby, I'm going to cum." He was panting, moaning uncontrollably, so incredibly hard and turned on. "Oh fuck, Nae!" he cried, his body shook with pleasure, and suddenly he came so hard, so fiercely that he thought he might gag her. Danae felt his hit cum flood her throat as rope after rope of it left his body. But she sucked him dry and swallowed every drop that he came until there was no more left in him.

She sat up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and kissed him—he could taste his sticky, sweet cum on her breath. "I love you, Andy," she whispered as she put her sweater back on over her head.

"Oh my gosh honey, that was fucking amazing!" He still struggled to catch his breath, and he rolled his window just a speck to get some fresh, cool air. "Oh, how I love you, my sweet, sexy Danae."

She fixed his pants and belt the best she could, but he would have to readjust when he stood up. "You fit better in there now, love," she teased. "I didn't want you to face the babysitter when we got home."

He laughed. "That was very thoughtful of you, sweetheart." When his hands stopped shaking and he was collected enough to drive, he made his way back home and parked in the garage. Once inside, he got out and straightened himself up, hoping nothing would be obvious to poor Leslie. He walked over to her side of the car, opened her door, and took her hand.

"I can't wait for my turn," she whispered in his ear, just before they walked from the garage.