Author's Note: Here's a quickie for the Holidays. Merry Christmas!
Carol got up from the couch and slowly walked to the door of the tiny, one-room rental cabin and flicked off the light. The fireplace and three candles bounced soft light off the dark log walls. A tabletop Christmas tree shimmered, along with the wreaths hanging above the fire.
Her eyes adjusted and the young man on the couch came into focus. He was watching her, following her with his childlike eyes.
She remembered his words. He had described how he used to get home from high school and go into his bedroom. He would lock the door and pull off his pants. Lying on the bed, he would picture her in his mind standing in front of the class. Except it would be just him and her.
The boy explained how he would pull his cock from under his boxers and hold it as he imagined her beginning to undress. He was eighteen then and she was thirty.
Now, five years later, they were alone in a secluded cabin the week before Christmas. Dreams were about to come true.
Carol stood next to the queen size bed in the corner of the cabin. It was about the same distance she would have been from Jeff in her English class.
A brief flash of light followed a loud crack in the fireplace. Their eyes never left each other.
Carol grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up. She had to force herself to slow down in the excitement of the moment. As much as she wanted to feel the young man's body next to hers, she also knew her "show" was an important part of her present to him.
The sweater was lifted higher and Carol's blonde hair fell back into place. The teacher stood with her arms at her side. Then she dropped the sweater.
Jeff stared at the beautiful, full, firm breasts. Firelight glistened off Carol's skin. The breasts seemed to move in the dancing shadows of the faint light.
But, Carol didn't move. She anticipated the acting out of the man's fantasy in complete detail. It was what he said he wanted.
He pulled down the zipper on his jeans and opened the button at the waist. Jeff's hand moved to his lap and a few seconds later a hard, thick cock appeared. Then all but the tip disappeared inside his hand as he rested his head on the back of the couch.
Carol was relieved to see the rigidity of the cock. She wanted so badly to please him…to make it the way he had so honestly described the afternoons in his bedroom.
The teacher opened her own jeans and pushed them down. They fell off her slender hips and slid to her ankles, revealing a pair of black satin panties. She leaned over and stepped out of the jeans, making sure her breasts were well within his view.
Jeff stroked his cock in long, even movements. He watched his former teacher run her fingers over her nipples, then down her stomach and inside the front of her panties. He took his hand away from his cock to let her see it…and to keep from cumming.
Carol saw the erect cock in the dim light and moaned at the feel of her finger on her clit. Her cunt soaked the finger in juices when she inserted it a moment later.
Finally, she pulled off her panties and stood naked in front of the student. In all the days and nights he spent in his bedroom thinking about Carol, Jeff never imagined anything as nice as what stood across from him now. His dreams never included the holiday decorations and candles that filled his current surroundings.
Carol was an opened present he would never forget.
The woman turned and lowered herself onto the small bed. She rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up toward her chest, then straightened one of the legs back out.
Jeff stared at every inch of the body laid out before him; the curve of the ass, the way her breasts hung freely, her long legs. Without realizing it, his cock was back in his hand.
Carol tapped the bed beside her with her hand. The signal needed no interpretation.
In the time it took Jeff to rise from the couch and walk to her, Carol thought about his phone call to her…his invitation to meet…their dinner…their subsequent phone calls and meetings. It took one month for them to learn about each other. Really learn about each other.
Now they lay together on a bed in a cabin at Christmastime. Little presents sat in open boxes by the fireplace. A nearby wine bottle reflected light as it sat on a table.
Carol embraced her former student as their bodies stretched to full length. Legs intertwined as their kiss became more passionate. Jeff rolled on top of Carol and his hard cock could be felt by both of them as it pressed against their skin.
For a brief moment excitement overwhelmed the couple. They thrashed about on the bed, their mouths smothering each other with wild kisses and licks. Jeff thrust his cock onto Carol's body, not caring what it hit.
Simultaneously, they relaxed to the point where they gained pleasure from each other's touches. Jeff's head moved towards the teacher's breasts.
"Oh, yes, Jeff. Lick me, please. Lick my nipples," Carol urged the young man.
His tongue touched her skin a few inches below the right nipple and slowly moved up. As soon as his tongue contacted her nipple, Jeff wrapped his lips around it.
The nipple was soft. He bit it lightly with his lips and heard Carol moan. Then he flicked his tongue over it and felt it grow.
Jeff's mouth opened and took in as much of her breast as it could. He used his hand to push it up, then began an assault on the nipple. The more the woman squirmed and moaned, the more he sucked on the breast.
Soon, he was alternating from one breast to the other. Jeff's cock rubbed against the inside of Carol's thighs as he lay on top of her; the woman's body demanding that it be allowed to release the pent up lust that had grown during the day.
"Now, Jeff. I want you to fuck me," Carol whispered between moans.
All the days and nights and years of desire flashed in Jeff's mind. He had told himself that, when the time came, he would take her slowly and lovingly. It was going to be difficult.
