Extra Special Fun on New Year's Eve
December 31st, New Year's Eve. My fiancé Katie and I were scrambling throughout the apartment to put the last minute touches up for our small party we were throwing to bring in the new year. We'd spent the day shopping for groceries, liquor, and all the cheesy New Year's decorations one would expect to find. We had streamers, noise machines, small funny hats, and even some banners to hang from the ceiling. For me, it was more than I would have done given that only one of our friends was coming over to celebrate with us. To Katie though, she always enjoyed planning and throwing parties, no matter the size. Seeing her excitement when we woke up that day and she went over her plans with me, there was no way I was going to take that from her.
"Hey Jack, can you finish hanging those banners while I get the charcuterie board finished," Katie yelled from the kitchen. I could hear the sound of her cutting something. Must have been cheese or sausage, I thought.
"Sure, I just need a second. The damn Wi-Fi has been cutting in and out all day and it's driving me crazy," I responded. I worked in the IT field, so this was normally my thing. However, this time around there was little I could do about the issue, which was becoming progressively apparent as I stormed off to my office to reboot the modem for a fourth time today.
As I opened the door to my office I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror sitting in the corner across the room. When I say I had an office, it was more of a desk tucked away amidst a large collection of things that had no other place in the apartment. We only had about a thousand square feet, and Katie had been living in a house before we met so she'd accumulated a lot of stuff. I chuckled to myself after a moment of seeing the ridiculousness that I was portraying.
I'm not what you would call the most fit gentleman you'd ever met in your life, but I tried my best to keep in shape. I stood around six-foot tall, weighing in at about two-hundred fifty pounds. I wore glasses most times that framed my dark brown eyes, and I had a nicely-kept medium length full beard that trailed down from my sideburns, over my chin, and up around my mouth into a mustache. I liked to keep my hair somewhat short, but not buzzed. I just didn't like the trouble of washing and dealing with longer hair, especially in the wind when it would blow around and wind up sticking out every which way. I was wearing my regular pair of somewhat-worn-out blue jeans, and a dark blue button up. I chuckled when I caught a glimpse of the too-small black and gold top hat that was sitting on top of my head, with a thin black rubber band that came down around my chin to hold it there. Katie had put it on me when we were unpacking the decorations, and I must have forgotten about it.
"Jack, hurry up! Cori is going to be here in about thirty minutes," I heard Katie yell from the kitchen again.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming," I yelled back, reaching down to my desk to unplug the router. I waited about thirty seconds before plugging it back in, and watched the power light come on and start flashing. The normal boot up cycle that I was used to seeing. Normally, I stuck around to make sure the internet reconnected, but I wasn't about to have to make Katie ask a third time. I rushed out of my office, grabbed a chair from around our dining table, and got to work hanging the "Happy New Year" banner that we had bought. Standing on the chair from the angle I was at, I could see Katie in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the charcuterie board. Katie was built similarly to me: not the thinnest girl you'd ever seen, but definitely more athletic. I had never been one to go for the thinnest girl anyway, given my own body. Katie's was perfect for me though. She stood at about five-foot three, with wide hips and long light brown hair that reached down to just barely kiss the top of her large, bubble-shaped ass. She was wearing black yoga pants that clung to her ass perfectly, and I could tell she was wearing a thong by the lack of a panty line as well as the way the fabric got sucked up into her butt crack, leaving the perfect outline. I lingered on her perfect ass for a few extra moments before looking back up her body again. She definitely didn't have a flat stomach, but again that was my preference. She wasn't afraid to eat, and that was one of the things that made me fall even more in love with her. Sitting just a few inches up were her massive - and I mean massive - G cup tits. The bra she was wearing under her sexy "party" shirt left little to the imagination as the way they pushed her tits together left a deep line of cleavage that I tended to admire even more than her ass at times. Some guys prefer ass, some prefer tits; I myself was a connoisseur of both, but I couldn't deny how much I loved seeing those huge tits bounce when I had Katie on her back. The thought was enough to get a slight twitch from my cock inside my pants.
Katie must have caught me staring, because the next thing I snapped out of my trance hearing her speaking directly at me, "Hey there mister, there will be time for ogling later. Hang that banner, and maybe I'll give you a reward." The wink that followed nearly killed me, and got another, far stronger, twitch from my cock. Katie definitely knew what turned me on, and exactly what buttons to push to tease me. We had talked about most of our sexual fantasies, kinks, and preferences when we first met. We both believed in having a strong sexual connection with your partner, and the role that it played in the relationship. By the time we had been dating even just a few weeks, we both had a good sense of what the other person really liked, and by God it showed. I don't like to brag too often, but our sex life was amazing. I had been with a few other partners before Katie, like she had been before me, but we both had agreed that none on either side could compare with the sexual chemistry we had with one another. I always had thought that the best way to experience truly amazing sex was to have a real connection with the other person, and after I had met Katie I knew that to be one-hundred percent correct.
I gulped almost too loudly after hearing what Katie had said, and quickly finished hanging the banner. I stepped off of the chair and took a few more steps back to admire my handiwork. The banner was perfectly positioned not far from the entrance landing to our apartment, and I enjoyed the fact that it had "Happy New Year" mirrored on both sides so it could be seen from the entrance and the rest of the living room.
"Well, what do you think," I asked, looking for the nod from Katie.
"Looks great," Katie replied as she stepped out of the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me from the side. She buried her face into my chest and rested her hand near my heart, before looking up at me with her big green eyes and gave me a sweet smile. I smiled back in kind, and leaned in to kiss her gently. Katie and I had been dating for over a year, and engaged for a few months, but every time we kissed I still got the same feeling in my body that I had felt the first time we'd done it. It sent shivers through me like nothing I'd ever felt before, and those shivers definitely extended down to below my belt as well. Our lips parted as we continued to kiss, slowly at first but before long we both could feel the passion increasing. Katie's tongue entered my mouth and I responded with my tongue wrapping around hers. I placed my hand on the back of her head and gave a gentle tug on the back of her hair, which broke our kiss for a moment as Katie's head leaned back and I heard her let out a soft moan. Like I said, I knew how to push her buttons just as well as she knew mine.
