Happy Holidays perverted readers, no matter who you are or what you celebrate.
All characters in this story are middle aged adults, and just like everything that I write, this story takes place in an alternate reality where people don't worry about birth control or STD's.
This really short story is something I wrote to celebrate my sixty-ninth story on Literotica (even though it's my seventieth submission because of one poetry entry). I have just enough of a locker room sense of humor to celebrate the number '69' when it comes up.
This will also serve as an early gift to my dear friend Glenn who reads and comments and is even collaborating on a story with me here on Literotica.
If you're a new reader please check out some of my other stories to get a better sense of my writing style and kink interest.
IsabellaEmily
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"So what's the big surprise?" Glenn asked.
I had just directed him to pull into the driveway of a two-story house several blocks from our own.
It was Christmas Eve, and Glenn had just put in a sixty hour week, in order to have the next ten days off. Despite his exhaustion I'd enticed him out of the house to drive around and look at Christmas lights.
It had been cold for weeks, but it had finally started to snow this morning, and now everything was covered with a blanket of white while it continued to come down.
"It's an early Christmas gift." I said with a laugh. "For you."
"I've had a horrible week and that drive home tonight was like something out of the ice capades." He said. "All I really wanted out of tonight was a sandwich, a cold drink, a hot shower, and some time in bed with you."
"Is that all I am to you?" I teased. "A maker of sandwiches and a sexual plaything?"
He leaned close so he could whisper in my ear.
"You make the best sandwiches." He said softly. "And you are the kinkiest fucking slut I've ever met, and I am forever grateful that you allow me to fuck, touch, and taste you."
"Quit buttering me up." I giggled, pushing him away. "I've already done all your shopping. Except for this gift. It's sort of interactive."
"An interactive gift?" he said, with skepticism. "And it's in someone else's house?"
I opened my car door and got out into the driveway, and with a look of resignation on his face he joined me.
"And since it's the only house on the block that doesn't have any lights on, do you even think whoever lives here is home?" he asked. "Unless your gift involves getting me to help you rob them we might be out of luck."
"My gift involves you following me and keeping your mouth shut." I told him with a grin. "Besides it's Christmas Eve. If you complain too much you'll have to wait a whole year for this to happen."
"Fine." He laughed. "I'm all yours. But if this involves one of your hippie friends reciting poetry while burning incense I'm going to return some of the stuff I bought you."
I took a key from my pocket and unlocked the front door, and before Glenn could ask any questions I had the door open and pulled him through it.
"Take your coat off and follow me." I told him.
"Who lives here?" he asked.
"My friend Natalie. She gave me permission to use the basement for tonight's gift, since she's in Florida with a married couple enjoying a threesome for the holidays."
"One of those friends." He said with a laugh. "Tonight is looking up."
"You don't think I'd drag you out on Christmas Eve for a boring gift, do you?" I asked him. "And no talking from this point on. You're here to watch. Not comment."
With a grin he took his coat off and followed me through the house to the basement stairs, and I took his hand and led him down.
I knew my way around, even in the dark.
When we reached the basement, I pointed Glenn to a comfortable sofa in Natalie's home theater.
"Make yourself comfortable." I told him. "Sit back and enjoy the show."
I stripped out of my clothes while he watched, setting them on the edge of the sofa.
"Merry Christmas Glenn." I said with a wink.
I lay down on the thickly carpeted floor and made myself comfortable in a spot where Glenn had a perfect view.
"Ready!" I called out.