Holiday Afternoon Delight
By: Reese Harper
Tags: Short Story, Dating, Sex, Erotica, Relationships

Holiday Afternoon Delight

Whatcha doin’? I texted Ben one afternoon close to Christmas last year.

Just got off work. What’s up? he replied.

Want to come over, drink wine, watch movies, and fuck?

On my way, Ben texted.

Well, that was easy, I thought, smiling to myself. Our schedules didn’t often work out like this. Ben was my friend-with-benefits, back in the Before Covid times. I liked him because he accepted my slightly kinky and extremely horny side and was enthusiastic in bed. Ben and I could also talk about books, movies, and current events: he had a brain and a body in one yummy package. An afternoon with Ben was a treat in every way.

When Ben arrived, his first request was for a shower, as he had come to me straight from work. I sat on the edge of the tub in the bathroom while he showered with the door open and caught me up on his life since we had last seen each other. I sighed as he moved under the water; tall, muscular, and gorgeous, watching Ben shower was foreplay.

He poured bath gel into his hands, and the scent of coconut filled the air. He slowly lathered up as he talked, starting with circular motions on his chest and flat belly. He rubbed the gel onto his legs and arms, making my stomach clench. Warmth spread throughout my body as he stroked his cock with soapy hands. Soap bubbles slid down his back and over his muscled ass, and I shivered, enjoying the anticipation.

While Ben rinsed off, I grabbed a warm towel out of the dryer, detouring through the kitchen to pick up a bottle of wine and two glasses. Ben wrapped the towel around his waist and followed me into the bedroom.

As he sat on the edge of the bed, I handed the remote to Ben and told him to pick out something for us to watch, his choice of genre.

“Hmm, but I need to pick something you will like as well.” He started clicking through shows as I slowly put my hair into a French twist. “What are you doing with your hair?” he asked.

“Getting it out of the way. Keep looking for a movie, never mind me.”

Hair up, I sank onto my knees in front of Ben and fussed with the towel until it came loose.

“Never mind you, huh?” Ben said, smiling, as I pushed his legs apart. He was already half erect and eager.

‘Yes,” I said primly, then leaned in and took his cock entirely into my mouth. Half erect was the only time I could fit all of him in my mouth. I loved feeling him grow as I ran my tongue around him, pulling back as his length became too much for me. I licked the velvety tip and looked up to meet Ben’s eyes.

“I think you have too many clothes on,” he said, as he started unbuttoning my shirt. “Come up here and make things more even.”

I stood and slipped off my shirt. Still sitting, Ben leaned into my chest, burying his head between my tits and grabbing my ass with both hands.

“God, you smell good,” he said, his voice muffled. He reached up and fumbled with my bra, finally getting it off. He rubbed my tits and then pressed them together so he could lick both nipples at once. I grasped his shoulders as my nipples hardened, and his tongue sent shocks through me.

“You have the most amazing tits,” he murmured as he slipped one hand down to tug at my skirt. “Still too many clothes.” I stepped back and took off my skirt, revealing a red thong. I turned around to show Ben the holiday thong, which had two fluffy pom-pom balls attached on the back, dangling and bouncing as I moved.

“I bought these to wear just for you. A little holiday delight,” I said, jiggling my butt to show off the panties.

“For me?” Ben looked pleased, rotating me in a circle to get a good look. “I think I like that you bought these just for me,” he said slowly, looking up at me and smiling. “Leave them on.” He spanked my ass, hard, just once, and I moaned softly, starting to get wet.

Suddenly shy, I handed Ben the remote again and took a big gulp of wine. “Did you find something for us?”

“I did. You will like this.” Ben pressed play on the remote, and suddenly I was looking at a bedroom scene. An athletic black man was talking to a curvy woman with fair hair. I did a double-take, as I am a curvy woman with fair hair, and Ben is an athletic black man.

“Porn?” I laughed, “with people like us?”

“Yes, with people like us… and it’s Christmas themed!” He pointed out the Christmas tree in the corner of the bedroom on the TV. The man undressed, revealing an enormous hard cock, then slowly reached down, picked up a Santa hat, and put it on his head. We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“This is perfect!”

On the screen, the curvy woman pushed the man onto his back and started teasing him with her tongue. I did the same to Ben, making sure we were positioned to see the porn as we mimicked it. I ran my tongue around his nipples, the buds tightening against my lips. The faint smell of coconut filled my nose as I worked my way down his chest. Still following the on-screen couple, I ran my tongue up Ben’s length, then took as much of him as possible into my mouth. I used one hand to cup his balls and gently stroke his ass. As the actors increased intensity and speed, so did I, my excitement growing too. I heard Ben inhale sharply and let out a suppressed groan.

I pulled back, giving Ben a short break to regain control. He handed me a condom, and I rolled it down his length, causing another quick inhale as I stroked him.

“I want to be on top,” I said. I straddled him and moved the string of my thong to the side.

“Ladies choice,” he replied, as he slowly moved into me. I shuddered and leaned forward, so my nipples were close to his mouth. I rocked back and forth, feeling every bit of him inside me. His lips grazed my nipples each time I swayed forward, and the teasing caused my tits to ache for more. The couple on TV moaned as they fucked as a counterpoint to our quieter but more intense gasps and moans.

I leaned down and gently licked his earlobe. “Speaking of choice, you’ll have to choose where you are going to cum.”

He stilled suddenly, grabbing my hips to get me to stop moving. “That thought… it’s gonna make me cum…” he panted, concentrating on not moving.

“I love it when you lose control. It’s hot.” I started my rhythm again, a little slower as he locked eyes with me. Ben knew that I would almost always orgasm in this position, and the pressure was building in me.

He grabbed my breasts hard and started licking my nipples. “This is my favorite way to watch you,” he mumbled around my nipples. “Your tits in my face, you riding me… I can feel your pussy around my dick… cum for me now… you ride me so well…cum for me.”

His sex talk did it for me, and I exploded into a million pieces, fucking him as hard as I could, loving the feel of his cock all the way in me, his fingers grasping me firmly, mouth on a nipple.

“Bite!” I gasped, and Ben bit one nipple, then the other, sending another orgasm shuddering through me.

When I could think again, I slowed my movements and looked at Ben, sweat glistening on us both. “Your turn. Make that decision yet? Mouth, tits, pussy?”

Ben smiled and kept kneading my tits, hard enough that I would have bruises in the morning. “Doggy style. Gotta have a good view of my Christmas thong.”

I laughed and moved off him. “Ok, but first, I need more time to lick you.”

I slipped off the condom and started stroking Ben while I leaned down and gently took one of his balls into my mouth. Today I was into biting and spanking, but Ben almost always liked it soft. I licked and sucked him, enjoying the feel of his hands entwined in my hair, directing me faster or slower.

“I want to fuck you,” Ben groaned.

I stopped sucking and fondling him and found another condom. Rolling it on, I looked at the forgotten TV. “Oh look, our lookalikes are doing it doggy style too.” The on-screen couple was fucking fiercely, the pom-pom of the man’s Santa hat bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts.

“They have the Christmas spirit,” Ben agreed, as he positioned himself behind me. He played with the festive balls of my thong. “I love these. You’ll have to wear them every Christmas.” He slid my thong to the side and thrust into me. I groaned in pleasure and pushed back on him hard.

“God, yes.” Riding Ben would make me cum, but doggy-style was my favorite position. I loved feeling his strength, his fierceness, and the sting when he slapped my ass. I love feeling his muscular body cradling mine as he thrust into me, and his hands on my back and butt would get me off. I leaned down and slipped one hand between my legs, reaching to cup his balls for a moment. Ben sped up in response, and I felt his balls tighten in my hands. He slapped my ass again, hard, then leaned forward to grab a breast with one hand.

Breath hot on my neck, he murmured, “I’m gonna cum, can I cum?”

“Yes, fuck me hard!”

Our sweat-soaked thighs slapped together in a faster rhythm, and the bed slammed against the wall as we fucked. His balls tightened again, and I felt his cock pulse as he groaned and came.

We fell apart, sated. As we cooled down, I slipped on a robe while Ben watched me with heavy-lidded eyes. We decided to watch one more Christmas show, ending the afternoon with popcorn and Die Hard.