Christmas Cheer
written by:
Norbert

The Christmas party, I thought, was going to be a limp-duck affair. Too much drinking, too much macho bullshit by the assistant manager and, if this year was going to compare to last years, Susan, one of the AR clerks, would spend the evening cock-teasing all the guys till she left with whoever she had arranged to go clubbing with. Last year she had one of the R&D lads going so badly that he blew a load in his pants. The poor bastard almost didn't succeed in explaining that one to his wife. The only possible redemption for this year was that we had some new female staff, much older than my twenty-three years, but hopefully the usual loudmouths would tone it down a notch or three.

When I arrived at the restaurant, the drinks had been flowing for a while and Jerry, the assistant manager, was literally hanging off of Leah, one of the new members of our sales team. Leah was really neat for the ‘older' generation. Despite the fact that she had gone through a nasty divorce that found her scrambling to take whatever job she could to pay the bills, she was cheerful and friendly and we seemed to hit it off immediately. Her looks belied the fact she was forty-two. Blonde shoulder-length tresses surrounding a blemish free face which seemed the perfect frame for soft, full pouty lips. Her body, she confessed, was the result of rigorous workouts several times a week. These workouts resulted in beautiful large breasts supported by a fit and trim frame atop shapely legs. Her ass, when she walked, swayed seductively from side to side. I had noticed men, and even some of the women in the office, stare admiringly her tight, inviting ass when she walked by. Even with her good looks however, she always made whoever she was with feel like they were the only one that mattered. That trait brought out the protective side of me and I always found a reason to be close at hand whenever an irate client was on sight. As thanks, there was always a coffee waiting in my office for me in the mornings.

As I drew near to Jerry, Leah and Mel, our manager, it was obvious that Leah, for all intents, was on her own. Mel was almost completely out of it and Jerry was hot on his trail with a drink in one hand and his arm draped across Leah's shoulder. Mel slurred out his salutations and Jerry looked at his drink and then down Leah's vee neck into her cleavage.

"I'd shake hands Smitty, but as you can see my hands are full." He pulled hard on Leah's shoulder. "And if I play my cards right, my hands are going to be a lot fuller, right Leah?"

Leah gave me a "Please, please, please save my ass" look just before Jerry pulled her hard towards another group of his cronies. It was impossible to do anything but sympathize unless I wanted to make a scene and more than likely loose my job. I did, however, get the chance to give her a ‘hold on' look before she was swept away.

I tried to keep an eye on her for the evening and, when dinner was being served, managed to sit two seats away from her. I noticed that she had to, several times, forcibly remove his hand from under the table. She looked miserable and a moment later, when I looked again, she was pale and looking quite ill. I leaned back in my chair and tapped her on her shoulder. Are you alright? I mouthed. Leah shook her head and I saw tears in her eyes. I held up a finger for her to wait and then summoned the waiter to ask directions to the washrooms. Excusing myself from the table, I gave Leah an ‘aren't you coming too' look and strode down the directed hall and waited. Leah showed up moments later looking quite disheveled and was still almost in tears.

"What's going on?" I asked, "You look awful." Leah tears filled her eyes.

"Jerry just told me that if I didn't go home with him, he'd see me fired on Monday." Her desperation verged on hysteria. "I know they can't do that Mike, but I can't afford the hassle. Besides, it would take forever to get to court and I have no track record. This is the first job I've had in twenty years."

It was plain that I either had to think of some way out for her or she was going to be forced to do something she would regret and probably end up quitting over.

"What are you willing to do to get out of this?" I asked. The look she shot me made me realize that I phrased that completely wrong. "No, no." I laughed. "Are you willing to make a bit of a scene?" Without waiting for her reply I pushed gently on her shoulder. "Faint!" I whispered.

"What?" Suddenly the recognition was there and Leah slumped to the ground.

A passing waiter stopped but I flagged him away, telling him to get Mr. Maxwell right away. Moments later, Mel appeared with Jerry following.

"What happened to her, Mike?" Mel slurred.

"She came out of the washroom, Mel, and we were walking back to the table when she just went down. I guess she fainted or something." I looked around at the crowd and saw Jerry's face. Unconcerned, but you could've hung a coat on his pout. Strikeout you son-of-a-bitch! I thought. Leah started to stir.

"Hey, are you OK?" I asked.

"I'm not sure what happened." She lied. "I guess I passed out or something." She looked up at the concerned faces but she couldn't look at mine for fear of cracking up. "Could you help me up please, Mike?" Once she was on her feet she teetered a bit and leaned in against me. "Oh, I think I really should go home. I must be coming down with something. I'm so sorry Mel. I was having such a good time."

"Oh, don't worry about that. There's always the next party." He paused, "or the next one after that." He laughed as only someone who lived to drink and party could. "Mikey, be a good lad and drive Leah home, would you? You're not drinking and you're making everyone nervous." Again more forced laughter for the boss.

Once outside the restaurant and safely in my car we burst into fits of laughter.

"You, Mr. Smith, are quite the underhanded one, aren't you?" Leah laughed.

"Complaining?" I countered. "I got you out of there. Or would you have preferred Jerry's grunting and groping for the weekend?"

"Oh, yeah! He's a real sex machine, that guy." She laughed.

We drove the rest of the way chatting about nothing in particular and she directed me to a quaint house on the edge of the river, surrounded by snow covered evergreens.

"Well, this is home." She announced. "Turn off the car and come on in. You saved my ass, yet again, young man, and I do believe the going rate is at least a beer." I laughed.

"How about a coffee and we'll call it even?" I countered.

"It's a deal!"

The inside of Leah's house was very tastefully furnished and decorated. There was a fireplace against the wall that obviously hadn't been used for quite some time.

"Make yourself at home." She offered as she took my coat and, depositing both mine and hers on a chair, sauntered down the hall.

"You don't use the fireplace?" I called. "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I can't build a fire for the life of me. If you can, then go for it." As an afterthought she called over shoulder, "The chimney guy was here two weeks ago and said everything was fine, in case you were wondering."

Accepting the challenge, I got busy and by the time Leah returned, the kindling had caught under the logs and a terrific fire was underway. She had changed from the semi-formal dress she had been wearing to a simple black wrap-around skirt with a white angora sweater that hugged her shape like a second skin. It was obvious that she had discarded her bra the way her large breasts swayed and jiggled as she approached. She looked delicious.

"Hey, a regular boy scout." She laughed. "Show me how you did that, will you?" and she crouched down beside me, her perfume surrounding me.

I went through the rudiments of fire building 101, explaining that you start small and work up to the bigger logs, and realized that she really was truly interested by the questions she asked.

"Well, now I don't have to wait for a man to come over to build my next fire. I can do it all my very own self." There was real pride in her voice and I smiled at her delight.

"But that means you won't need me anymore." I mocked.

Leah gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. "Oh, I'll always need you around, Michael, you're my knight in shining armour."

I turned to look at her. In that light, in that sweater with her golden tresses framing her face like a halo, I leaned in quickly and kissed her fully on the lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss. Perhaps I was waiting for a rebuke, or a brush off, or for Leah to pull away, but she never did. When I finally pulled away, Leah turned her head to the side and peered at the floor.

"Mike," she spoke softly, "I'm old enough to be your mother."

I reached out and cradled her cheek, turning her so she faced me. "You're a beautiful woman, Leah, and I've wanted to do that ever since I met you." I stated matter of factly. She allowed herself to be drawn to me and our lips met again. This time I parted my lips and slid my tongue out to lightly brush her lower lip. The response was immediate. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted out to meet the challenge. Jousting with mine and allowing it to probe the inside of my mouth. My body twitched slightly and I found that crouching was not the optimal position as my growing erection was making me decidedly uncomfortable. Breaking apart slightly, I gently lay her on her back in front of the fire.

"We really shouldn't do this - I'm so old.."

There was no conviction in her voice. It was soft and soothing and I cut her objection short by covering her lips with mine once again. I felt her arms coil around my neck and pull me tighter. Her soft moan was like music to my ears. Tentatively, I let my hand slide up her torso from her waste and cupped her flattened breast. There was no resistance, so I let my thumb glide across her nipple. Another moan escaped her. Encouraged by Leah's reaction, I slid my hand under her sweater and followed the same path. Her skin was so soft and smooth and hot to the touch. Her nipple was hard now. It felt like an enlarged pencil eraser under my thumb. I caught it between my forefinger and my thumb and gently squeezed it. Another moan escaped her, but this time it was louder than before. She broke away from my lips.

"Harder." She whispered. My reaction was slow, she repeated, "Pinch me harder." I complied. She, in turn, pulled me to her and began kissing in a feverish pitch, kissing me hard enough that my lips felt bruised, and her tongue invading my mouth to its limit.

I pulled the bottom of her sweater up, revealing her soft breast with the hardened nipple and I went lower and sucked it into my mouth. My hand, as if acting on its own accord, reached down and began a journey of its own from knee to crotch. Her legs fell apart and permission was granted to proceed. I travelled up to the edge of her pantied crotch and began the decent to her knee again and again. After several times, Leah began to arch her crotch in an attempt to achieve contact. All the while, her eyes were closed and her arms were thrown over her head.

I marveled at how much heat was radiating from her crotch and, when I finally cupped her mons, found it very hot and her panties were soaked. I pulled away from her kisses so I could watch her face as the initial contact was made. As I pressed my hand down on her pussy, she turned her head and let out a low, guttural moan.

I began to rub her mound and her moans became louder and her nostrils flared. I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit. There was another, even louder moan. Her hands went to her breasts and she began to pinch, twist and pull at her nipples. Each twist bringing forth a matching moan.

"Ohhhhh, that feeeeeels sooooooooo goooooood!" she moaned.

I slid my hand to the top of her panties and pushed past the elastic barrier. Delving further, my fingers parted the hair until I was rewarded by another groan as my fingertips made contact with her clit. I began to rotate all four fingers over her clit. She began to heave her crotch up for stronger contact. Her moans and groans getting louder and more frantic. Her head tossed from side to side.

"Ooooh, that feels marvelous." She panted.

I let my fingers trail the length of her slit, pushing the fabric of her panties out of shape. I let one of my fingers push inside her and was rewarded with a squeal. It was as though I had dipped into a melting pot of sorts with the heat, the wetness and the smoothness of her channel walls. I withdrew and added another digit, withdrew and plunged in again.

"Don't stop, Please, don't stop" she begged. I continued to piston my fingers in and out of her drenched pussy.

"Ooooh, I need to cum", she panted. "Please make me cum.

I slid my fingers back into her and curled them to brush along her channel wall again and triggered something explosive. She arched her pussy and began to squeal and shake and spasm. Her exposed tits jiggling like jello on springs. I withdrew my fingers and cupped her pussy, leaving it to her to determine the amount of friction she wanted until she lay back on the floor, eyes closed, panting. There were beads of sweat on her upper lip. I leaned down, licked across her lips and kissed her tenderly.

"You're beautiful when you cum." I said as I gently removed my hand from inside her panties. It was covered in her wetness and I brought it to my lips and slid a digit into my mouth. "And you taste terrific."

Leah was staring into my eyes as she reached for my hand and drawing it to her lips, also began to lick and feast on her juices.

"Yes, I do." She said matter of factly. She sat up and began to tug on my belt. "Now, it's your turn." And with that, she began to nimbly undo my pants. Not wanting to be the only one naked and, aching to see this beautiful woman, my hands went to her skirt tie and began undoing it.

When her skirt was nothing more than a sheet on the floor, I reached for the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head just as she was pulling away from me to remove the legs of my pants and underwear.

"On the couch", she whispered, "and take off your shirt."

I turned to sit down as she walked towards me. Her large soft breasts swaying, making them even more desirable and her white lace panties had wisps of wet pubic hair poking out the top. When she was close enough, I wrapped her in my arms kissed her. As our tongues fought each other for supremacy, my hand hefted one of her breasts as it testing its weight, and then let it slide through until only her nipple was held between my thumb and forefinger. I began to pinch and twist it as I had seen her do so until, breaking away, she pushed me into a sitting position on the couch and knelt before me. She gently pushed my legs apart and looked appreciatively at my swollen cock.

"Mmmmm", she cooed. "I'm looking forward to this."

Not touching me, but looking at my member from all angles, it appeared she was surveying it until, finding the right angle, opened her mouth and engulfed me. The heat was amazing as she closed her lips around my cock and it made me jump.

"Ohhhhh, Leah", I hissed, "that feels amazing!"

She replied with a throaty chuckle and proceeded to begin slowly bobbing up and down on my rigid shaft obviously taking delight in the gasps and moans her ministrations were soliciting. As she picked up speed, she began to take more and more of me into her mouth until I could feel the head hit and slide down her throat. Soon, I felt her nose slap into the base of my shaft. I watched as she would draw back until just the tip of my cock head was touching her pursed lips and, in one smooth motion, slide down taking the entire length. Leah had reached down and was busy with her hand between her legs, stroking her clit and burying her fingers into her pussy. The only sounds were the squelching of her fingers, my groans augmented by sharp intakes of breath and of Leah, slobbering over my cock.

I reached down and grabbed the sides of Leah's head and, holding it steady, began to fuck her mouth like it was another pussy. Not having to concentrate on two things at once, Leah employed her freedom to use her other hand on her tits.

"OOOhhhhh, I'm gonna cum", I panted, and began to thrust harder into her mouth. Leah reached up and cradled my balls and began to softly knead them. With her other pussy juice covered hand, she pushed my hands away from her head and began to bob up and down in earnest.

With a final grunt, I felt my eruption begin. Leah had her hand back at her pussy and was working it furiously when she suddenly pulled her mouth off of my cock, its first stream already in her mouth, and let jet after jet of hot cum land on her face and neck and tits. She leaned up and kissed me passionately, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth carrying with it the salty sweet taste of my ejaculate as she used her body to smear the rest of my jizz over our chests and torso.

"Oh, baby", Leah panted between kisses, "you don't know how long I've needed this. I just love watching a cock shoot. It makes me cum every time." She had laid her head in my lap and was lovingly kissing and stroking my shriveling member.

Suddenly she stood up and reached to pull me to my feet.

"Come with me." I gave her a questioning look. "Shower time, don't you think?" and with that, led me down the corridor.

The shower was large enough for an orgy, I mused as I was led through the door. The large glass encased shower stall was as big as my apartment's bathroom. Leah was in front of me and had discarded her panties, but not before holding them up to my nose to sniff her scent before turning on the water and adjusting the settings. The water sprayed from a multitude of jets and no body part was missed. I scooted up behind her and wedged my shaft between her asscheeks and reached around to scoop up her tits. Leah gave a soft sigh and, just that one response, had my spent cock valiantly trying to rise to the task at hand.

"That was the best uhhh", I didn't quite know how to say it after all, Leah was a lot older.

"Blowjob?" Leah offered. "I may be somewhat older than you but I'm not ancient!" She continued to enjoy my flustered moment and she stepped forward before turning to face me, her voice becoming low and sultry and sexy as hell.

"I also say tits, fuck, pussy, cunt", she reached her hand and began sliding it along my rising member, "and cock... big, hard, fat cock. I'll tell you to fuck my cunt, lick my pussy, suck my clit or chew on my tits." She dragged her nipples across my chest. "How about, I want to feel your hard cock pound my tight, wet cunt until I scream?" she ran her thumb across my cockhead and stepping closer, reached up and dragged my face down and kissing me, devouring my tongue. She rubbed against me and my cock, trapped between us, seemed to grow even larger from this stimulation. Suddenly, without warning, Leah spun away from me and ran into the shower and adjusted the taps until the water was to her liking.

C'mon in, boy", she called over the shower, "the water is hot and your company is hotter!" She illustrated the last bit by spreading her legs and sliding a finger into her wetness, dragging it out and then sucking on it.

In the shower Leah became all business. Lathering up a sponge, she scrubbed my back and never once attempted to touch me in any other way. Making sure I was rinsed clean, she tossed the sponge to me.

"My turn", she laughed.

As I scrubbed her back, I couldn't help but notice that her skin was blemish free and, finishing the scrubbing, I dropped the sponge and began to knead her flesh. Up to the tops of her shoulders and down to just above her asscheeks, it felt like creamy silk under my hands. I stepped forward and slid my hands around her and scooped her breasts again. Leah reciprocated by reaching back between us and began to stroke my revived cock.

"This is way better than the party". I whispered.

"If only Jerry could see you now", she chuckled. "He'd lose his freaking gob."

I was enjoying the sponginess of her breasts and tweaking and pulling on her nipples when she turned around.

"I need your help with something." She stated.

"Uh, sure." I replied. "As long as it's legal and no animals get hurt!"

"Grab that razor and shaving gel there, please? Oh," she added, "and that pair of scissors too."

When I returned with the items, Leah gave my bobbing member a pat like one would a little puppy, then, sitting on the floor of the shower, began to snip away the tufts between her legs. Once her bush was trimmed short enough, she took a generous amount of shaving gel and applied it quite liberally over her mound. I watched as she worked it into lather and her exaggerated ooo's and ah's while looking into my eyes and at my throbbing cock confirmed that she was still hungry for more. I left before the actual shaving event began and, snatching a robe from the hook, made my way to the kitchen.

"What a love, you are", Leah squealed upon entering the kitchen and spotting the tray of cream cheese, bagel slices and two wine spritzers. I turned to see her in a fluffy white robe, her hair hung in damp curls but she had freshened her make up and added dark red lipstick. She looked so fuckable with her breasts threatening to burst out of the restraining robe. Even if she was old enough to be my mother, I still wanted to bury my cock in her up to the hilt.

"I don't think we're done yet, do you?" she asked coyly giving my arm a squeeze and letting her tits rub against my side. She picked up the tray and beckoned. "Come along now."

I followed her down the hallway to her bedroom. It was a large room with another fireplace, this time there was already a fire started and it was beginning to take hold of the larger cordwood. The room glowed golden from a multitude of candles that she had lit and it only made her that much more beautiful. The dominant feature was the bed. With large spindled head and foot boards, it brought all kinds of possibilities to mind.

Setting the tray on a side table, Leah turned to say something that was smothered by my lips on hers. I had to have her. The waiting had hit the breaking point. My lips mashed against hers. Our tongues fought a duel for supremacy but withdrew in a tie. The urgency was there. I backed her up to the bed and pushed her gently until she gave in and softly fell back. I stared at her beauty, breasts giving under their weight and gravity causing the sides of the robe to bulge slightly, bare leg cocked up with one foot on the bed and the other on the floor. She gave a devilish grin.

"There's something you have to do for me." She cooed. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small bottle and handed it to me. Then, smiling seductively and with lusty eyes, she undid the sash of her robe and slowly peeled it back revealing her amazing body. She then allowed her cocked leg to sag sideways onto the bed revealing her freshly shaved sex. I swallowed hard at the sight. It was smooth and pink and wetness gleamed on its lips. My cock had risen to its fullest and had pushed aside the folds of the robe to make its presence known.

"You have to put some oil on me so I don't chafe." She pouted as she let her finger slide along the length of her slit. "You wouldn't want that, would you?" she teased as she continued to slide her finger along the gash. She added a rotation over her clit which resulted in a sharp intake of breath and made her eyelids flutter. "Then my hot, wet pussy would get all sore and lonely because you wouldn't be able to slide your big, hard cock up inside it." At this she slid two fingers up inside her and groaned with some relief.

I dropped my robe to the floor and crawled onto the bed beside her. Deftly, I pushed her robe from her shoulders but left it under her in case the oil spilled. As I squirted some oil onto the palm of my hands, Leah pushed her juice covered fingers into my mouth to lick clean. Now oil covered, I reached down and let my fingertips lightly trace along the faint outline of where her pubic hair once was. With every circuit, I decreased my fingers orbit and applied a bit more pressure. Sighs told me I was doing it right and Leah's breathing was becoming quite ragged as I closed to her swollen lips and clit. Her back was arching and she was thrusting her soaking, glistening crotch upwards in an attempt to make contact with my teasing fingers.

"Oh, please, Mike", she moaned "just touch me! Please!"

She was pulling and pinching at her nipples again, stretching her tits out towards the ceiling until gravity snapped them back into place. I cupped my hand over her mound and drove the heel of my hand hard onto her clit. Her groan of gratification filled the air. I began to rub my hand along her slit, working the excreted juices and oil into a lather. Every time I pressed hard on her clit, Leah emitted a loud guttural groan. Without warning, I thrust two of my fingers into her depths. Her hands tore at the bedspread, her legs thrashed like a woman possessed. Her breathing had become rasps augmented by moans and groans of sheer lustful pleasure as I pistoned my fingers in and out of her. I brought my free hand down and began to rub her clit with my fingers. This brought about more arching of her back and even louder groans.

Suddenly, Leah arched herself so that only her shoulders and feet remained on the bed. Sweat sprung forth on her body and her groans changed to shrieks of orgasmic relief. I didn't let up and continued to finger her almost violently and my other fingers pushed her clit this way and that. When she began to relax and her shrieking returned to soft moans, I positioned myself so that I had her legs over my shoulders. I drew her pussy to my mouth and began an oral assault that brought more moans and shrieks of delight. I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips as far as I could and licked and nibbled the inside of her canal. This brought about another fit of convulsions, and when I drew her clit into my mouth and applied suction, Leah grabbed handfuls of my hair and pulled me tighter into her mound, grinding her greasy pussy hard into my mouth. Her babbling was nothing but a muffled noise as her thighs kept firm hold of my head but I could tell from the thrashing that she was on the brink of still another orgasm. When it finally hit, the intensity was almost unnerving. Her heels thumped into my back and she bucked uncontrollably against my face. I held onto her hips and changed my licking, sucking and probing with my tongue and fingers, to gentle kisses. My face was soaked to the point that her cunt juice dripped off my chin. I slowly, gently let her slide onto the bed and crawled up to face her. I kissed her deeply and, pushing my face gently away, Leah used her tongue and began to lap up her own juices.

Needing release myself, I rubbed the head of my iron hard cock along her slit.

"Oh, Mike", she panted, "I need a few minutes."

I gave her a micro-second as I pushed my cock into her wetness with a mighty thrust.

"Oooohhhhh!' she cried. "Deeper!"

I couldn't believe how incredibly tight she still was and I withdrew till just the tip of the head was wedged between her pussylips, and then thrust in again as hard as I could.

"Oooohhhh, yessssssssssss!" she whimpered. "Ooooohhhh, fuck me. Fuck my cunt!"

I continued to pound into her. Leah's nails raked my back. Her teeth sank into my shoulder. I pushed myself up until I was straight armed over her and I watched the expression on her beautiful face as stroke after stroke, my cock rammed into her wetness. She was a woman possessed. Head tossing side to side, hair strands sticking to her sweat covered face, groaning and begging me to fuck her so hard. I continued to slam into her. Her legs wrapped around my back and she screamed at me to fuck her harder and deeper. I took her nipples and began to pinch them as hard as I could. This brought her to another level and her screaming became louder. Her hands raked my back more and more. My balls slapped at her ass. Finally, I felt my release nearing. As Leah's orgasm built to its crescendo, she arched her back stiffened with a guttural moan.

"Oooh, fuuuuck", she wailed, "I'm cuuuummmmmmiiiinngh"

I felt my balls tighten and my cock seemed to swell. With a final thrust, the dam burst and my seed jetted inside her shot after shot after shot.

Spent, I fell onto Leah and began to suck on her nipple and kiss her breasts, up her neck and finally her lips. Our tongues played joyfully together and finally withdrew.

"I should have done that long ago." Leah commented.

"Done what?" I asked.

"Shaved my pussy! Elaine told me sex was better with a bald pussy and boy, was she right about that. No wonder she always came so hard."

"What?" I looked down at Leah, peaked by her last comment. Leah looked flustered and embarrassed.

"Never mind", she tried, "it's nothing."

"That's bull", I teased. "Fess up."

Leah looked somewhat upset. "I'll tell you later", she said softly, "but you have to promise not to be angry. OK?"

"OK." I answered flatly. I had no idea what she was talking about. At that moment I was too tired to care. I was aware, however, that this woman, who was, in theory, old enough to be my mother, had just been the best fuck of my life and I wasn't going to lose that, for anybody. I kissed Leah again, deeply, passionately, and lovingly.

"You are absolutely amazing, Leah." I was warm, had just fucked this goddess and I was feeling quite tired. "Do you want me to go? Or can I stay till tomorrow?" I pleaded.

"Stay as long as you want." Leah cooed soothingly while stroking my hair. "I need to sleep." She reached over and pulled the blankets around our naked bodies. As I was drifting off, I was sure I heard her say "Not bad for an old broad, eh?"