Ever since the divorce, Kim dreaded going home from college, especially around the holidays. If she went to her Mom's house, she had to deal with whatever douchey sleazeball she was currently allowing to squat in her childhood home, rent free. If she went to her Dad's, she had to deal with him bitching about her mother the entire time. With all the COVID nonsense going on in the world, she decided it would just be easier to stay in her cramped little apartment and get some much-needed rest and relaxation. After she dealt with all the guilt trips from her parents, trying to win her to their side of the post-divorce fence, she reasoned that she had earned a pampering weekend.
Her apartment complex had been largely empty since the semester finished two weeks before. Now that Christmas was merely days away though, the parking lot that was always a battlefield for spaces, was now home to only three vehicles. As she stood at the window in her bathrobe, about to close the curtains, she looked out across the courtyard and saw several Christmas trees through windows and some garland hanging from balconies, but not a single apartment lit up in the three opposing buildings. She then looked up and felt a tug at her heartstrings as the snow had picked up which reminded her of all those great white Christmases growing up.
She shook the thought from her head and reminded herself that those days were gone and, though she had hoped some new family traditions would be developed, it had been three years since her parents had split and no such fantasy had come to pass. Then, like the loud noise from the bottle of wine she had just opened, an idea popped into Kim's head. She would create her own new Christmas tradition.
Let It Snow rang out from the living room speaker. Several candles flickered in the bathroom. A second glass of wine sat on the tiled floor next to the half empty bottle. Kim's head lay back against the back of her bathtub as she relaxed every muscle in her steaming hot bubble bath. Thoughts of happy childhood memories danced through her head, which led to high school memories, then to first kisses. The effects of the wine and now-not-so-recent break up from her long-time high school sweetheart turned her thoughts from the innocent sugar plum variety to lusty parked car and late night make out sessions including plenty of heavy petting.
The sudden splash of water on the floor snapped Kim out of her fantasy and she felt a rush of embarrassed heat on her cheeks. She let out a relieved sigh when she saw her clumsy slip hadn't spilled any water into her wine glass and celebrated by taking another large sip. When she set the glass back down, she noticed her bath water had gone tepid and her hands were starting to prune. Apparently, she had drifted further into her day dreams than she had realized which was confirmed when her other hand returned from its familiar journey between her legs.
As she stood to towel off, Kim came to two more revelations. First, the wine had started to work its magic and she had to brace herself while she brought her leg over the side of the tub. Second, and perhaps closely related to the first, she was incredibly horny. The low flickering candlelight danced shadows around the small bathroom and Kim admired her reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the door. Her usually bouncy auburn curls were pulled down over her shoulders as they dripped bath water down her body. Kim rubbed a towel over her front side to remove what remained of the bubbles from the bath before she dabbed her hair and pulled it back over her shoulders.
Due to her state, her areolas had taken their usual dime-sized shape they always did when she was turned on. Kim couldn't help but give one of them a playful pinch as she rubbed her hands from her hair back down her front, over her admittedly medium sized breasts. Not that any guy, or girl for that matter, had ever complained about their size, she sometimes wished for larger endowments. She then reaffirmed with a cup and drop of them, that what she lacked in size she more than made up for in perkiness and bounciness. The dark pink color of her areolas stood out in sharp contrast to the rest of her silky white skin, save the little patch of brownish-red between her legs.
Once again, distant memories of her ex crept into her mind as she fingered through the patch of hair. He always said that he liked the au natural look on his girls. Kim could never understand this as she always preferred herself clean shaven, as had most of the guys before him. As long as he was still wiling to go down on her though, how could a girl complain? She sneered at the fuzzy patch, then her frown straightened to a sly smirk.
With her supplies in place, Kim took a look around her seasonally festooned apartment and appreciated the fact that her decorated tree and other lit decorations allowed her keep the jarring overhead lights off and still see, and lowered herself onto the edge of her sofa with her towel under her bottom. Her near empty glass of wine sat beside her left foot, her razor next to it. The TV sparked to life, and Kim settled in for yet another rewatching of The Holiday. Her hands lathered the shaving gel then rubbed it on her legs. She then grabbed for her razor, before thinking better of it and bringing her wine glass to her lips for another sip before realizing it was the last. Exasperation struck and she let out a frustrated whimper.
She peeked her head through the curtains that covered her sliding glass door, careful to not disturb the garland strings that precariously adorned the whole window, to check on the storm outside. What had started out as a winter storm had died down to a quiet flurry of wintery night. There still wasn't a single lit apartment. Since not a creature was stirring, and since she loved to watch the snowflakes dance in the sky, Kim figured there was no harm in leaving the curtains drawn. Like the mouse in the next line from the popular Christmas poem, Kim then scurried to the bathroom to get the bottle of wine. Prize in hand, she sauntered back into the room and refilled her glass before setting them both back on the floor and lowering herself back down on her sofa.
She shaved her legs, then rubbed another dab of cream on her mound and outer labia. Before she sheered her kitty, she took another long sip of her wine and checked in just as Jude Law drunkenly convinced Cameron Diaz to spend the night. Kim could feel the perfect blend of wine, cheesy romance movie, and soon-to-be bare beaver build into a warm campfire in her belly. Her instincts were confirmed as she rubbed the last remnants of shaving lotion from her nether region with the towel then ran a finger through her soft, smooth slit and felt her dampness already begging for attention.
There was a sudden movement in her peripheral and Kim's body tensed up as she was laying completely nude in her living room. She snickered as she turned her head and saw it was the reflection of the image from the TV in the sliding glass door. The lights on inside created a mirror effect on the glass, and as she continued her scan, she noticed she could see the side of her couch and her legs in the other pane of the door. At this point, the wine was making most of her decisions, and without a second thought, she was up and angling the couch back. When she turned and peeked over her shoulder to check the view, she was treated with a perfect glimpse of her tight round butt, cute little butthole, and the slightest peek inside her pink lip folds. Staying in her bent over position, she slid a hand down between her thighs, reached back, and spread her lips for an unobstructed view into her honey pot.
Reviewing her freshly done handy work only served to drive her further down the slippery lust slope she had already started down and it wasn't long until her body demanded deeper probing. Who was she to deny herself she reasoned, after all, she was all alone and creating a brand-new holiday tradition? With the decision made, she pranced off to her room and returned moments later with a present in each hand: her bejeweled butt plug and favorite vibrator.
Jude and Cameron were put to bed and a new, more adult themed program adorned the screen, as Kim found a decent looking porn video on her phone and airplayed it onto the screen. She quickly reached for the remote to mute the volume, but then tossed it aside and paraphrased the old adage: if two people fuck in the woods and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? Kim made a snap decision to mimic the positions and tempo as best she could to really immerse herself in the fantasy.
The petite girl, whose massive tits were squeezed into a tiny children's pajama set, frolicked into the tackily decorated living room. She looked around, then barely crouched behind the sofa, not even bothering to get out of sight completely. Kim couldn't help but smile at the level of the acting, but figured no one was tuning in expecting Meryl Streep. Then a large, muscle-bound man walked in without a shirt, but with a large red sack over his shoulder. She scoffed again at the absurdity that they couldn't even spring for a long white beard.
This last thought snapped her out of her over analytical spiral...or maybe it was the man ripping his red shorts down letting his huge, semi-hard cock spill over the waistline and smack against the middle of his thigh. Kim's hand instinctively grabbed for her breast and she started to roll her nipple between her thumb and index finger. Evidently, the unveiling had a similar effect on the pig-tailed woman as she licked her lips and stumbled forward into the couch which made a noise and revealed her existence to the man.
Another great string of acting ensued before the girl dropped to her knees and took the growing erection in her hand; her mouth agape in awe at its size. Kim too brought her toy to her mouth and started to shadow the couple onscreen. As Kim always produced plenty of self-lubrication, she never bothered even spitting on her toy, let alone letting it gag her, to get things started. Oddly enough, she had to admit she was feeling extra aroused as the soft, veiny toy slammed in and out of her mouth and could feel the proof of it drip down the inside of her thigh.
