Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny. A special thanks my volunteer editors who helped me get this published -
Taylor VanCannon.
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'Twas the week before Christmas, 1974, and Holly just had a few finishing touches to put on the holiday decorations. She unpacked her collection of miniature creches and carefully arranged them by size on the living room lamp tables. She stood back and admired her handiwork, filled with the spirit of the holiday season.
"Fuck!" Dirk shouted from the sewing room.
Momentarily flustered by the outburst, she composed herself and went to see what he wanted.
Dirk was hunched over the sewing machine, cussing at the fabric jam.
Holly brushed a lock of brunette hair from her eyes and took a closer look at his predicament. Dirk's sewing skills were not up to the task of making a tent, and his frustration was evident. The tent kit came with precut fabric and step-by-step instructions, but you still had to know how to sew. It was times like this that she wondered why on earth she offered to help him. "Problems?"
"The damn fabric jammed again," he said, pointing to his work. "It is too thick in this corner. It jams every time I try to feed it through."
"Release the pressure foot and just let it float over the thick section of fabric."
He did as she suggested and slowly stitched around the corner seam.
She stepped behind him and kneaded the tension knots between his broad muscular shoulders. "Relax, you're doing fine. Lock the pressure foot back down for the straight runs, and then release it for the corners."
"Okay, I've got it," Dirk said. The tent was a Christmas gift for Marta, his on-again off-again girlfriend, and he was eager to get it finished on time. "You ready for a break?"
"Sure, you finish that seam and I'll get us a couple of cold beers."
Holly had a beer in each hand when the phone rang. She yelled towards the sewing room where Dirk was working, "I have to get that; your beer is on the kitchen counter."
She took a swig of Genesee Cream Ale, a hometown favorite in Rochester, NY, and then lifted the handset off the wall phone and stretched out the long coiled cord to the kitchen table. She gazed out the window at the stark winter scene, barely visible through the lightly falling snow and fading light. She sat down and said, "Hello."
"Hey Babe, it's me."
Holly glanced at her watch and did a quick mental calculation; her husband must be taking a lunch break. Tim was on a business trip to Alaska, consulting with the Department of Labor in Juneau. Like many of his noontime calls, she instantly knew what was on his mind. "I didn't expect to hear from you until tonight. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice."
She snickered. "That's all, just my voice?" Had he been calling from his office, she would be about ten minutes away from sucking his cock. That was how long it took him to get home for a noontime quickie.
"That will have to do... for now." Tim closed his eyes and pictured himself leaning up against the kitchen table, gazing down into Holly's steely grey eyes as she sucked his cock. Already hard, he reached down and gave himself a squeeze.
"Where are you?" She asked.
"I've got a room at the Baronoff Hotel." It was a Juneau landmark, just around the corner from the Red Dog Saloon. Both establishments dated back to Alaska's gold rush.
"Nice... wish I was there with you." She smacked her lips to make the point.
"You're reading my mind," Tim said. "You up for a little something over the phone?" It was a hopeful request.
She was about to answer when Dirk came into the kitchen, grabbed his beer and nearly drained it. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"Who's that?" Tim asked.
She covered the mouthpiece and whispered, "It's Tim."
Dirk grinned and snatched the handset from her hand. "Timmy, how's it hanging?"
"Dirk?" He was surprised to hear his friends voice. "What are you doing there?"
Dirk laughed and punched the speaker button on the wall phone; now they could both talk to Tim. "Holly, I think your husband suspects that we're up to something." Dirk had a well deserved reputation as a ladies man, so it wasn't an unreasonable possibility.
"Just ignore him, Honey," Holly said. "I told you that I'd be helping Dirk make his tent. You know his sewing sucks."
"Hey, that was uncalled for," Dirk said. "Besides, I have rules; number one, no hitting on married women."
"Right," Tim said, "I know for a fact there are exceptions to that rule, but I'll spare Holly the details."
Holly laughed, and drained her beer. They were good friends and had spent many summer weekends camping up in the Adirondacks. She long suspected that Dirk's faithfulness to Marta was fleeting, but it was the first time she'd ever heard them talk about it openly.
"Let me rephrase that," Dirk said, "no hitting on my friend's wives."
"Much better," Holly said. "Thanks for the clarification." She pulled two more cold beers from the refrigerator and handed one to Dirk.
"Tim has a problem." She winked at Dirk and used her hand to give an imaginary cock several quick strokes.
"Really?" Dirk asked, grinning wildly. "Maybe you can help him out... with his problem." He held up his hand, palm facing Holly.
Holly felt a beer buzz coming on and couldn't resist returning Dirk's high five.
"Dirk, any chance you were just leaving?" Tim asked.
Dirk shook his head and grinned at Holly. "Timmy my boy, why don't you tell us what's got you so wound up."
Holly hadn't considered there might be more to Tim's call than his normal noontime lust. "Yeah Honey, I'd like to hear the answer to that."
"Do I have to?"
"Absolutely!" they said in unison, egging him on.
"It's nothing, just that I've been listening to users drone on, ad nauseam, about the project specifications for the system we're installing. Cut me some slack, I just needed a diversion."
Holly looked at Dirk and both shook their heads. "I'm calling bullshit Honey, there's something you're not telling us. Maybe you're sitting across from some cute young hottie."
"Fess up, Timmy," Dirk said.
"All right," Tim said, "her name is Silvia, but she's definitely not young. Her long hair is streaked with silver. It's kind of hard to tell exactly how old she is."
"Shit Tim, she sounds old enough to be your mother," Holly said.
"Tell me she's really hot," Dirk said, "I'm all ears."
"Well... she's slender and regal looking. I think she might be Native Alaskan, you know... like maybe Eskimo. She has a stoic beauty to her, with full distinctive lips... I don't think she wears any makeup."
Holly furrowed her brow. Just the mention of lips suggested where his interest lay. "So, an old lady with hot lips is turning you on. What the fuck Tim?"
