It all began one New Year's Eve. I was home from University and Alice, a friend of my father's asked me to baby-sit for her while she worked. I had not made plans because I was, not unusually, broke and most of my university friends lived at the other end of the country. Her daughter was still in school and although she was sensible, Alice said she would feel better with me in the flat with her.
The evening was almost as dull as being sat at home, Jenny, Alice's daughter, was no great conversationalist and spent most of the night in her own room playing on her games console. I had taken some work with me, that had to be completed by the beginning of term, so neither of us disturbed the other. At midnight, Jenny and I toasted in the New Year and she kissed my cheek and went to bed.
The flat was even quieter once Jenny was in bed and I ploughed through the work I had brought with me. As I stood up and went into the kitchen to brew a pot of tea, I glanced at the clock, noting that it was already two a.m. I heard the scratch of a key in the front door and, remembering that Alice had told me the door was sticking because of the damp weather, went to open it for her.
I stepped back and Alice stepped inside and closed the door behind her. I she was carrying an unopened bottle of champagne from the hotel where she had been working and she was giggling. The hallway was decked out with tinsel and softly lit, so I did not realise what she meant when she giggled again and pointed upwards. I frowned, which just made her giggle again, and looked up. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out a sprig of mistletoe, fastened to the edge of the lampshade. Alice stepped closer and turned her face upwards, pouting. I leaned forward and brushed my lips across hers. I still cannot say exactly what happened, I certainly had not been drinking, but a sudden charge ripped through me. Alice moved back and shrugged out of her coat, hanging it on one of the hooks behind the door. Still beneath the mistletoe I looked at her.
"Is that what you call a kiss?" I asked her.
Alice just stepped closer and pulled my head down to hers. I felt her lips against my mouth, firm but plumply yielding and then they parted and she began to thrust her tongue past my lips. I could feel her exploring my mouth and, without really thinking about it, I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest and, as I squeezed her bottom, I could feel the suspenders, stretched over her rounded buttocks. She groaned into my mouth as I held her and then pulled back, leaving us both gasping.
Alice took my hand and led me into her lounge, sitting on the sofa and patting the cushions next to her. I sat, turning to face her because she still had hold of my hand. I leaned forward and kissed her, opening her lips with my tongue and slowly exploring the warmth of her mouth. I untangled my fingers from her hand and slowly rested them on her blouse, curling them around the curve of her breast. Alice arched her back, pressing the heavy globe of flesh against my hand, so that I could feel the hard point of her erect nipple. I gently squeezed her nipple, feeling the hardness and the roughness of her lacy bra cup. Alice made a little whimpering sound into my mouth and wriggled closer to me.
My fingers were not quite steady as I began to unbutton her blouse, pushing the white cotton to the side so that I could touch her and knead the soft skin. It seemed to take no time at all to undo her blouse and for her to wriggle out of the material, so that she had only a lacy bra to cover her taut, swollen breasts. I squeezed the pale heavy globes, leaving red fingermarks on her tender breasts.
Alice wriggled out of my embrace and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. Still holding my fingertips, she led me through to her bedroom, and stood, half-naked, by the side of her double bed. She stepped closer and I bent my head to kiss her again, feeling her fingers unfastening my shirt and pulling it from the waistband of my pants. I let my hands slide down her bare back to the waist of her black skirt. My fingers fed the button easily through the buttonhole and then slowly drew the zip down, along the cleft of her ass. The loosened skirt fell in a heap to the floor and left her in her black bra, suspender belt, panties and stockings.
The panties were sensible cotton, not quite matching the bra and suspenders. I ran my hand over the curve of her belly sliding my fingertips along the edge of the cotton . Alice moaned and reached down to take my hand and guide it back to her breast. Leaving my fingertips on her hard nipple she reached down and unfastened my pants, pushing them downward until the fell in an untidy pile around my ankles. She cupped her hand over the bulge in my briefs, feeling the hardness of my swollen cock. I groaned and bit gently at the soft skin over the base of her throat.
