Holidays have always been a special time for me, many of my childhood memories still fill my head. My most memorable Christmas experience as an adult began on the Friday before Christmas a couple years ago.
I was locked in a tiny storage room at the office with my pants down around my ankles, banging the shit out of a big-titted brunette bimbo from the accounting department whose name I can't seem to remember. She'd had too much to drink and asked in very persuasive fashion, placing her hand on my crotch, if I'd be her designated driver. Being the humanitarian I am; I could never refuse.
She was lying half naked and spread eagle with her legs high in the air on top of double stacked cases of toilet tissue and as promised, I was doing the driving. Loud music and laughter could be heard from down the hall which helped conceal the fact that she was a screamer.
Most of the other employees on our floor were whooping it up together at the company Christmas party before heading home to spend a Texas style holiday with their families. I remember asking big tits if she had been a good girl, but I couldn't make out her broken reply over the fleshy sounds of my lower abdomen slapping forcefully against her exposed round buttocks.
My Christmas packages and presents had all been sent to my family back east, so as soon as I made a large liquid deposit onto the belly of the horny little Aussie bitch that was screaming in my ear, I was going home to pack up, then head out for Colorado.
A good friend of mine, Rob and his pretty wife Connie had been after me for several years to come up and spend a memorable holiday with them high in the beautiful Rocky Mountains just outside of Denver. After spending many years graciously declining their offers, I finally gave in this year and accepted their gracious invitation.
I had chosen the high-energy, much drier and much warmer, sights and sounds which the Lone Star State had to offer after college over the picturesque, but much too cold and much too snowy surroundings of my home state back in New England.
To tell you the truth I was beginning to really long for another white Christmas. Dallas had many things to offer its resident's but snow normally wasn't one of them. Those cold and snowy images began to cascade through my mind as I continued snaking out the tight slippery confines of my friendly Aussie partner's hot wet snatch.
Her short skirt was shoved up above her waist while her white cotton panties and pantyhose were peeled partially down and holding her legs together just above the knees. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned and her bra was pulled far to the right fully exposing her right breast.
I fondled both her ample breasts and squeezed her hard nipples between my fingers while her high heels bumped against both sides of my face.
"Oh God, I'm going to c-u-u-u-m", she moaned with that sexy down under accent as her entire body began to shake. Well it looks like she made it! I thought to myself cracking a smile.
I increased the driving rhythm of my thrusts hoping to bring about my own release. Without much warning I withdrew and pressed the pulsing head of my cock against her hairy mound. My hot gooey load began streaming across her thick dark pubes and landed on her lower abdomen.
She pulled her blouse over out of the way as I rocked back and forth emptying my balls all over her taught little tummy. She slowly sat up wobbling a bit after I'd finished and pulled back kissing me on the lips.
"Merry Christmas", she said pulling up her panties and hose as she slid off the crumpled boxes of toilet paper. I giggled and responded with a Merry Christmas of my own kissing her long and deep before I retrieved my trousers from around my ankles.
We wiped ourselves clean with some stray paper towels and straightened up our clothes before we opened the door slowly sneaking out of the closet and back into the party mix. After a couple more drinks and a few teasing kisses with a couple other office hotties beneath a hand held mistletoe cluster, I retreated to my office. I was putting some things away since we would be closed until after New Year's when the phone rang. It was Rob on the other end.
"Hey buddy, what's going on?" asked Rob.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I laughingly replied.
Rob was making sure that I was still coming up for the holidays and I assured him that I would be hitting the road well before sunrise.
"There's a real good chance we're going to get snow, a lot of snow." said Rob. We chatted for five or ten minutes before he asked me for a favor.
"Connie has this girlfriend in Wichita whose husband left her for another woman three or four weeks ago, and Connie doesn't want her to spend the holidays all alone. Would you mind too terribly picking her up on your way through?" he asked.
"Not at all, but you tell Connie she owes me one." I teased.
"Alexis is this girl's name he said as he gave me her phone number. When you get into Wichita give her a call and she'll give you directions to her house." said Rob. "Connie will give her a call and let her know that you're coming."
I told Rob that I thought I would reach Kansas sometime after lunch and should be in Denver before nightfall. I gave him my cell number in case anything regarding Connie's friend changed.
"She's a nice girl with a great personality." said Rob before we hung up. Ahh, Great! I thought to myself, the kiss of death.
The old "She's got a great personality" line had me scared to death that I was going to be stuck in my truck for more than six hours with what I just assumed would be a very talkative and plump divorcee who had man bashing on her mind. But, Connie was very sweet and she and Rob had always been good to me so I resolved to suck it up and deal with whatever hand fate dealt me.
After waking up early the next morning I threw my skis in the bed and the rest of my stuff in the backseat of my four-wheel drive pickup. I took a quick shower and was burning gas in a northbound direction for more than an hour by the time the sun appeared in the East.
I stopped at a truck stop half way between Ardmore and Norman to take a piss and stretch my legs. I was climbing back into my truck when a short little dirty butt girl with a backpack over her shoulder approached me.
She asked where I was headed and emphasized with a bright smile that she would do anything if I would give her a ride up to Wichita. She was wearing a tight fitting pair of faded blue jeans with holes in the knees and another just below the left pocket on her ass, a red and white flannel shirt, a faded denim jacket and sneakers. She was a reasonably attractive young girl with long coal black hair so I figured what the hell and told her to hop in.
She climbed up into the warm cab of the truck, removed her jacket and made herself comfortable. She asked me my name and told me hers as we pulled away. Her top was unbuttoned down to just above her belly button. She wasn't wearing a bra so her hard tiny nipples poked proudly against the red flannel material of her shirt.
As I pulled away, she told me that she was trying to get home for Christmas and really appreciated the ride. She said that she had been living with some guy she met on the internet, but he turned out to be a real asshole. He had beaten her one too many times and she'd had enough of his bullshit, she told me as tears began to well up.
Her name was Shannon and she was thumbing her way back to Missouri. We continued to talk as we drove across Oklahoma and I soon found out she was only nineteen. A couple hours down the road we stopped and got a bite to eat. She didn't order anything at first. That's when I realized that she didn't have any money so I bought her breakfast.
After we finished eating, she thanked me and we were back on the road again. Our innocent conversation slowly turned to sex and we began to probe each other's sexual past. It was a fun way to help pass the time and the more we talked the hornier she seemed to get. We swapped questions like where is the strangest place you've ever done it and what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done. It felt almost like I was at slumber party or something. She confessed to me that she had lost her virginity on a picnic table at a playground when she was fourteen.
Not long after we passed the Kansas State line she asked me to pull off the interstate at a small and mostly deserted rest area. I followed her directions and pulled to one end of the parking area and shut off the engine. I just figured that she had to pee. I leaned back and closed my eyes, stretched my arms up over my head and began to yawn. So I was somewhat taken when her fingers began unbuckling my belt.
I opened my eyes to find her leaning across the seat working at the button and then the zipper on my jeans.
"Be careful with that." I told her as she unzipped my pants. I wasn't wearing any underwear and there's nothing more painful than getting the soft wrinkled skin of your pecker caught in a zipper. Her fingers slid beneath my shirt-tail and retrieved my flaccid cock without any hesitation.
"It's so big!" she giggled, looking it over carefully. Before I could ask her if she was sure she wanted to do this, her fingers had pushed back the wrinkled foreskin and her wet lips were pressed against the rapidly swelling head.
No one was around, so I tilted the steering wheel up and laid the seat back. I then lifted my ass slightly, slid my pants down to the middle of my thighs and eased my naked ass back onto the cloth seat cushion. Her head began to bob as her lips slid over my rapidly rising cock. I ran my fingers through her long sexy hair and down across her back as she slurped at my manhood.
