It's mid-morning, Christmas Eve. You asked me to stop by and I needed to anyway, just to drop off a small gift for you. It's nothing major, a small token or two, and this note, just to show my appreciation. You've been a good friend. You knew what I've been dealing with -- and it will be a lonely Christmas.
You invite me in and there's soft, sensual music playing. You're looking so beautiful this morning. You're wearing a short jean skirt that has white lacey cloth a few inches long around the bottom. Not tight or form fitting, but fluffed out, loose, ending about three quarters up your thighs. I can't help but notice your smooth, silky thighs and I long to caress them. Your legs looking so hot with mid-length velvet boots on. You have a maroon lace top on that is form fitting. It shows off your beautifully formed breasts and I can see your nipples pushing through the soft fabric. You grab my hand and pull me to the living room and greet me with a wonderful hug, and a kiss on my cheek. You don't let go, but instead we start dancing, slowly, naturally as if no que or direction is needed. You look me in the eyes and pause a second, then tell me that you have a surprise. With your arms still around my shoulders, you kiss my lips, full on, and part them with your tongue. Soft lips on mine, tongue in my mouth, mine in yours, and I'm suddenly hard, pulling you close to me.
I feel your thigh pushing in between my legs, feeling the hardness in my groin. You pull away from our kiss and whisper in my ear, "Surprise". You cup your mouth over my ear and blow softly as your tongue caresses its edges and you work your way down my neck. You unbutton my shirt and then bite down on my neck like a vampire sucking the blood up to the skin as if doing so nourishes your hunger and I begin to feel, not dizzy, but high and drunk a little. I hold you close and move one hand down to your tight ass and pull your body into mine.