I'd been dreading Christmas, the first since my wife walked out on me, but it turned out better, much better than I'd expected. I come from a big family and every Christmas we hire a big house in the country and as many of us who can get together do so. Being single again I was in two minds whether to go, but I was persuaded it was better than being alone. There must have been around thirty of us: brothers, sisters, cousins, nephews and nieces and distant relatives I'd never heard of before.
Midnight on Christmas Eve approached. The custom was for us all to go to midnight mass at the village church. They all went except two of us: me because I wasn't into all that religious stuff, and Alison, the partner of one of my distant cousins, who stayed behind to look after the mince pies and mulled wine.
In fact I'd had my eye on Alison all evening. She was about my age, mid thirties, and apart from the bunch of micro-skirted teenage nieces she was the sexiest thing there. In bed the nights before I'd dreamed of the nieces of course, but my right hand had been kept busiest as I thought of what I'd like to do with Alison. That evening she was in a classic little black low cut, string strapped party dress in thin sheeny satin that clung to her figure in a way that left no guy who was interested in any doubt that she had every man's dream of a figure, with a ruby necklace hanging like an arrow guiding men's eyes down into her deep cleavage.
The door had hardly closed behind the churchgoers when Alison strolled to the spring of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling at the foot of the stairs. Someone had hung it there remembering the ancient Christmas custom of a kiss under the mistletoe, probably thinking of the nieces. She positioned herself under it, tossed the dark hair that bounced around her neck, and gave me a mischievous grin.
"Shall we try out the mistletoe?" She said softly.
As she spoke she spread her tan nylon clad legs as far as her dress would allow, arched her back a little so her big breasts eased the cleavage of her dress a little wider and rocked sensuously on her high heels. It didn't take me long to make up my mind.
"Don't mind if I do" I said.
I slid my hand over the smooth black satin of her dress and round her waist just above the curve of her hips. Without me pulling her she snuggled against me so her breasts pressed against my chest and her belly pressed against the rapidly hardening bulge of my erection. A kiss under the mistletoe is normally just a playful peck on the cheek, but before I knew it her lips were hard against mine.
Almost involuntarily my hands began to explore. My left hand rose up her back and found her bra straps through her dress. My right hand went down, cautiously at first when it reached the forbidden territory of her buttocks, then more adventurously as in response her legs strained wider and her soft belly thrust more firmly against my rising penis. My hand explored her soft curves, slowly followed the valley between her bum cheeks and found the outline of her panties through the thin smooth black satin. I ran my fingertips across her bottom along the hem of her panties, to show her I knew all about her underwear. Then my hand slid down her thigh and found the unmistakable ridge of a stocking top.
"I've put stockings on," Alison whispered.
Even by then I was frantic. I hadn't touched a woman's bare flesh for months. My hand was down her thigh, then lifting her dress, on stocking clad leg, then on the bare thigh above, then on her panties fondling her bottom through thin tight cloth. Then finally my hand was inside her panties, first on the soft smooth flesh of her buttocks, then cupped over her mound and her moist pubic hair with my finger touching her slit. She moaned as I fondled her. I heard the church clock struck midnight.
"We've got an hour," she said, "if you want." She ran her fingertip along the ridge of my erection. I wanted!
Moments later we were in the small bedroom I was using.
"You strip first," she said, "then undress me ... it's a fantasy. I love to be undressed by naked men ... so I can see is cock up for me."
I'm always only too pleased to help women with their sex fantasies. A man can never strip as sexily as a woman. I stripped quickly, leaving my blue cotton briefs till last. In that deep rooted male instinct every man has to show off his penis I let her see how far my erection forced my briefs out, then I quickly pulled them down round my thighs just below my balls so my penis sprang out with its full erect length pointed at the ceiling quivering stiffly. I let her admire it and let her soft fingers feel its length and stiffness and the size and hairiness of my balls before I dropped them completely.
"Mmmmmm!" She purred, then she stepped back for me to undress her.
It didn't take long. First the clasp holding her cleavage closed, then the zip down her back. I slipped the thin strings of her shoulder straps off her shoulders next, let her dress drop till it hung on her hips then a quick flick of my hands sent it on its way to the floor. I savoured the sight of her in just her black lacy bra, panties and tan stockings, and enjoyed the feel of her bottom and sex mound through the taut silk of her panties before I removed her bra and slipped her panties down. As I moved around her to undress and fondle her I let the head of my erect penis brush against her buttocks, her thighs and her belly, and she reached down to playfully flick my straining shaft. She was soon standing in just her stockings and high heels with her big heavy naked breasts rising and falling with her excited breaths, and with a neat almost black triangle of her pubic bush between her spread thighs -- the first naked cunt I'd seen for real in months! She gave a little cry of pleasure and excitement as my fingers ruffled her neat bush of dark pubic hair and found the soft wet lips beneath.
"Kiss me on my cunt," she said, spreading her legs wide and thrusting her hips forward.
I squatted in front of her and touched my lips lightly to her pubic hair, then frantic with lust I grabbed her buttocks and pulled that exquisite dark triangle of sex fur hard against my face!
"It's been a long time, hasn't it? ... And for me too," she added with a wistful smile. I knew she was here with her partner and I hadn't expected her to say that.
While I was still squatting in front of her kissing her cunt and the tops of her thighs she stepped a high heeled foot up onto a chair for me to take her stocking off. But I've got fantasies too.
"Let me watch you take your stockings off," I said. "Laying on the bed with your legs as wide as you can get them."
