I had my snow pants down to my ankles and my husband was positioning his eleventh finger against my slick opening as my breath hung lightly in the air and I gripped the lamp post tightly with my gloved hands. He'd been frisky for the past hour or so and as we walked along the downtown streets had been trying to direct my path into one of the nearby alleys so that we could have a quickie. I, on the other hand, was hoping to wait until we got home to the warmth of our beds. It was cold out here.
I could not deny, however, that I was feeling horny, too and during the Holiday season I would always feel a little closer to my husband than normal. It was the kind of feeling, with the colored festive lights decorating every shop window and the sky darkening early and the end of the year approaching quickly that was at once contemplative and maudlin while being joyous at the same time.
His tip entered slowly and I braced myself for the rest of Ben, whose arms were around my waist. I was wearing a thick snowjacket and the sound of material brushing against material was loud in the still, chill night air. Ben was, without question, the largest man I'd ever enjoyed. Oh, to be sure he was not tall, only five ten or so which meant that he was unusually well-endowed for his height at nine wide, pulsating inches. I thought about what it was like seeing him naked with that thing dangling between his legs coming almost as far down as his knees and it caused me to smile.
The rest of him came in slowly because he knew I had not had time to be properly prepared. He had leaned me up against this lamppost and kissed me deeply, passionately, trying to get my pants down like a crazy person while I playfully fought him off, swiping at his hands and such. "It's going to start snowing," I laughed amidst our lover's struggle.
"Let it," he said and he laughed right along with me.
I hate to admit it but the ending was a foregone conclusion for, as I say, I was horny too and our home was still better than an hour walk and subway ride away. We had been to dinner and drinks at Chesterfields and had stopped to admire the ambitious and wonderful Christmas display in the Macy's front plate-glass window. We had even stopped to see the tree in Washington Square, the one that had been a gift from our neighbors to the north, Canada that was coated with a dusting of snow, less than had accumulated on the streets and was making walking a crunchy affair. And all the while he and I had been holding hands and smiling our lover's smile at one another overcome by the magic of the season.
And then he took me. Ben is strong and under the layers of his winter clothing I knew was a good body, a body rippled with taut muscles. It was a body that I'd made love to countless times during our years of marriage and I was well aware of how to bring that body pleasure and conversely my husband knew just what I liked as well and we remained as hungry for one another as the day we were wed.
I had frustrated him by refusing him permission to take my snow pants down but that was part of the tease. He had to remember even though he was bigger and stronger than I, who was in control and I was not about to let him simply ravish me there in the middle of the street. If he wanted this- and the sparkling in his deep-set blue eyes told me that he wanted this and wanted it bad- he was going to have to work for it. On occasion I would let him take me like a brute, but not on this night. On this night I wanted a little more.
He looked to the left and to the right, sighing, at what I supposed he thought to be his failed run at me but which was, in reality, a quick look up and down the block to make sure we were alone. In a city of six hundred thousand people there is always a chance that one could come ambling down the street at any minute. It was late enough that all of the businesses and big department stores had been closed for the night for some time and the skyscrapers that lined the street all around us were still as giant beings in the windswept darkness.
I looked around us, too, equally concerned about the relative privacy of what we were doing but caring less than he for there were times I liked danger and doing it on Boston's main thoroughfare of Washington Street was nothing if not dangerous even if there was not another soul in sight. 'Let someone catch us here', I thought to myself, 'We're not actually doing anything wrong.' And then another thought occurred to me, 'And then wouldn't they have a Christmas story to tell!'
Ben took up both my hands in his and swung them side by side as he considered the conundrum of me and how to get what he wanted from me. Men can be such silly creatures, can have such one-track minds. To him I was a puzzle to be solved and as he looked questioningly into my eyes I thought that fine and good. I did so like being a mystery woman for him. He licked his lips and it was then I felt his weight against me pushing me back into the cold, hard metal of the pole while a few flakes leisurely fell from the sky. His lips came to mine and he forced my mouth open with his wet tongue, inserting it nearly to the back of my mouth as the primitive sense of urgency was beginning to overcome him.
He pushed his hips into mine and even through four layers of clothing- I counted them mentally- I could still feel the power of his hidden erection. It was as sturdy and pliable as if he carried a stick around in his pocket. "I think I know what someone wants for Christmas," I whispered in a sing-song voice into his ear, intent on further teasing him, drawing him out, making him wait for such was my power as a woman.
"Maybe we could open our presents early this year," he suggested in that tone of voice that told me he certainly did not mean the wrapped gifts we'd spent hours shopping for that were lovingly placed under our tree at home.
"Oh, I don't know," I winked, "Santa told me that you were on the naughty list." I giggled heartily, but even as I did so, I watched hypnotically as his hands reached to his pants, grasped the waist band in one hand and tugged down his zipper with the other. It took him all of two seconds from there to get his North Pole exposed. It struck me as funny how quickly a boy can whip it out when there's even a slight chance that a woman might be responsive to it.
I put a hand to his back, making him turn to one side in profile and he asked, "What are you doing?" His cock, mind you, was fully engorged and was straining upward toward the night sky.
