Norfolk, VA June 5, 1978 2pm
"Pete, Pete!" I yelled as the bus came to a stop. My handsome, soldier-husband jumped down from the top step of the bus grabbed me around the waist swinging me in a huge circle. Together we laughed and cried as dazed and dizzy, we kissed clinging to each other.
"I've missed you," he said speaking into my hair as we fumbled at buttons and zippers. Finally, in the privacy of our tiny, base apartment, we allowed the hunger from separation to drive our lust.
"I have to have you, now," he said as he finished undressing me by ripping the sheer, summer dress and lacy bra from my shoulders. Grabbing both breasts in his hands he kneaded the soft, full flesh then dropped to his knees and fed first from one large, taut nipple then the other.
"Oh God, I've missed these nipples. A tour is too long...14 months is too damned long. I couldn't remember how the wrinkled flesh around the base of your nipples felt on my lips. I never want to forget that, Jamie, never!" He said as he continued sucking and licking.
I ran my fingers through his short cropped hair holding his head tightly against me gasping as his sucking intensified. I felt moistness between my legs, "Oh yes. Please. You make me so wet. I want you," I said pushing him back and down onto the floor.
"No baby I want you in our nest. Did you make our nest up like I showed you?" he asked as he ran his hand up between my legs and slid his fingers along my folds groaning as my slick juices coated his hand. He grabbed me around the knees easily lifting me over his shoulder. My bare ass at his ear, I massaged his broad back down to his ass as he quickly walked down the hall and into our bedroom. As he lowered me to our bed, he ran his hands along my sides over the thick, top quilt then buried his head between my thighs. Sucking my large, sensitive clit into his mouth he groaned and gently bit me.
"Aaahh," I cried out. "Don't tease me now, please. Please I need you. I've needed this for so long." I was using my feet to push his open pants down his thighs. As his cock sprang free, I pulled him up by his ears. "Please just push inside me now. Please, now, Now, NOW!"
His cock easily threaded my moist opening. Frantic and crazed for each other we humped, pumped and throbbed against each other. Feeling his balls hitting the skin just below my slit with each thunderous plunge, I felt his cock swell. Screaming as my internal muscles began their rhythmic spasm, he released his seed deep inside me. Later, after exhausting each other, we lay...still entwined, the room smelled of sex and musky sweat. My long, red hair was damp; the sheets beneath us wet. Our breathing finally calm, the intensity of separation at last quieted, we talked.
"The nest is perfect. You remembered. How many layers of quilts and comforters did you use?" he asked.
"Three quilts and four comforters and you're right it is easier to store extra blankets on the bed. Why did I ever think a simple mattress pad was enough with a single layer of sheet?" I asked, breathing into his chest his arms tightly enfolding me.
"It's ok baby, You're young," he laughed and dodged the punch he knew was coming. "My grandma taught me about making beds so you want to sleep in them. When you work hard all day and your body finally needs rest...and sex," he said as he playfully nibbled on my ear, "You gotta have a nest, a deep bed to just fall into and enjoy 'cause it'll be soon enough and you're up and out working hard again."
Boston, MA December 24, 20126pm
Jamie was the kind of woman who was fiercely independent and often off-putting to the men she attempted to date. Although she wanted to be in a relationship and had spent hours filling out every kind of relationship questionnaire on several different online dating sites, she just couldn't seem to get past two dates. They would discover she had a PhD; they would discover she was a widow -- twice, no less and they would discover that the vast majority of her life she had been on her own and was financially secure through sheer hard work, extreme tenacity and will of spirit. She had read all of the advice given to women regarding why they were failures at making a man fall head-over-heels in love with them and had finally come to the conclusion that she no longer knew how to allow a man to take care of her, how to make him feel powerful and in control.
Stepping out of the revolving door of the hotel, she was pleasantly surprised to see the light cover of snow on the sidewalk and the huge heavy flakes swirling around the headlights of what looked like a thousand taxis. It was Christmas Eve and dark although it was only 3pm. There was a heavy cloud cover....snow clouds. Well, Santa would be pleased -- snowing on Christmas Eve. How long had it been since she had seen a white Christmas? She had to get a gift for her personal secretary. This was the one chore she had to do herself. How could she ask Glenda to buy herself a Christmas gift? They were to have Christmas Brunch tomorrow and she knew Glenda would have something for her. She hailed a taxi and arrived quickly at a large shopping mall.
Inside the cavernous mall, she loosened her coat allowing the deep, emerald-green cowl neck sweater she wore beneath to show. Her long, bright red, naturally curly hair tumbled over her shoulders a stray lock of curls nestled in the cleft of her ample breasts. With a tight, black, knee-length skirt and black, calf-high boots she was attracting attention from men who, at the last minute, were frantically looking for a gift. Of course, she didn't notice the men noticing and that was another problem. She was always so focused on what she was doing or what she would be doing that if you'd asked her she would say, "Men never flirt with me; I must be invisible; they just don't notice me."
Rounding a corner headed to the Perfume Emporium, she ran into Santa Claus....literally! Almost knocking him down, they locked arms only to prevent the other from falling. In a deep, very, Santa-like voice, he said, "Ho, Ho, Ho little Lady! If you are hurrying to tell Santa what you want for Christmas you have only a short time left. My house is right over here."
He had his arm around her waist and was pulling, almost dragging her toward a small, red house erected in the middle of the mall under a huge, vaulted ceiling. A sign announcing "Santa's In" greeted them as did a very scantily-clad, young woman dressed as an elf. The elf woman grabbed Jamie's coat at the neck line and pulled the coat away effortlessly. Plopping down into the over-sized chair tucked inside the door of the house, Santa maneuvered Jamie onto his lap.
"So, Little Lady, tell me. What would you like for Christmas? Surely there is something you have always wanted that Santa could bring you," he said.
For the first time Jamie was able to take in this white-bearded, red-coated man on whose lap she sat. Piercing, blue eyes under full, graying eyebrows penetrated her with their gaze. His full lips and perfectly white teeth, although almost hidden by the massive, mostly-white and extremely, natural-looking beard, looked sumptuous. She felt she could have fallen into those lips. She could feel a very firm and well-muscled thigh beneath her thighs, and her bottom tucked snugly against his pelvis and abdomen. A throbbing sensation alerted her to his hardening cock nestled against her ass. Her right arm was draped around a taut, well-built shoulder. When had she slipped her arm around his shoulders? His left hand rested on her exposed left thigh; the warmth of his hand radiated out enveloping her lower body. That hand didn't belong to any old man; the skin was clear and tight, the fingers rounded and thick, he wasn't wearing a ring and his cock, now erect, felt huge and full.
"Come now Little Lady. Surely there is something Santa can bring you. Tell me, what does your heart deeply desire?" He said through those lush lips, laugh lines appearing around the corners of his deep, penetrating eyes.
As if from a dream state Jamie said, "I've been married twice...two soldiers who were strong men in body, mind and soul but they were killed. I've been alone a very long time. I've had to be strong and independent and that's what men hate about me. I'm lonely, horny and sick of the whole online-dating meet-the-next-loser game."
She sighed deeply then turned her upper body to face him her butt firmly pressed against his raging hard-on. Placing both arms around his neck, tears moistening her eyes, she said, as she rocked her hips in his lap, "I want a man; a man of my own. I want a man who will love me, understand me and not be afraid or intimidated by me. I want a man who enjoys making love and screwing and fucking. Yes, fucking because we are animals. Fucking because it feels so damned good; because man and woman body fluids mingled in sweat and exhaustion makes life worth living. I want a man who feels equal to me and will allow me to love him and care for him the way he will love and care for me. I want a home with this man; I want to grow old in this man's arms. That's all I want for Christmas, that's all I have ever wanted, Santa."
