An Unexpected Christmas Pt. 01

I spoke.

"Well Sandra. I should go home. Thank you for a wonderful holiday."

Immediately, I felt bad for saying this.

Sandra looked at me with wide eyes to say.

"Why Phillip? Do you not like my company?"

So, I answered her.

"It is not that at all Sandra. I have loved every moment with you. I just did not know if you wanted me around still and I need to change clothes. But if you want, I want to stay with you."

Sandra was made much happier by this statement. We embraced and kissed still yet again.

She spoke.

"Let us do this. We finish here and we can go to your place. I want to see where you live. Okay?"

Soon we were out the door and headed to my apartment. Not a big place, but modest and filled my needs. Some might have called it spartan. Upon our arrival, I opened the door. Sandra immediately inspected my quarters. I suppose it said a lot about how I lived. I like things neat and orderly. Sandra made herself at home and took it all in. I went to the bedroom to find a change of clothes. The dirty clothes removed and placed in the hamper. There was some rummaging around to find what I wanted to wear.

The bathroom toilet flushed. Seconds later, a naked Sandra came into my bedroom and crawled in my bed. I stood there, half dressed and observed all she did.

She spoke.

"OMG Phillip. This bed smells like you. I love the way you smell. Are you sure you want to dress?"

She punctuated this statement with a broad smile. I took my clothes off.

Sandra continued.

"Phillip. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure" I answered.

Sandra spoke.

"Can we do some oral sex? I mean my ex would not. It was always "ramming speed" with him and no foreplay. Then he would roll over and go to sleep. No cuddling, like you did. No afterglow, like we had. So, I wondered, could we?"

I smiled at this naked woman in my bed and replied.

"Let me do you first."

I slid down between her thighs. Sandra was not hairless, and I am okay with that. I began gently with kisses and licking. Then I parted her folds to kiss and lick some more.

Sandra commented.

"Phillip this feels magnificent. I will give you an hour to stop what you are doing."

I watched and licked as Sandra bloomed. Glistening folds and her honey beginning to flow. She tasted nice too! I added fingers to my actions. This had Sandra rocking back and forth. It was difficult for me to imagine she had never experienced this before. But I have heard "Man talk" before. They do not always take care of the woman. Too interested in just getting off themselves. I devoted much time to Sandra and her lady parts. The inner lips grew and swelled. I took them in my mouth to suck and lick. Honey ran from Sandra's opening. She was certainly excited and aroused.

Then I heard the words I wanted to hear from Sandra.

"I am cumming Phillip! Do not stop!!! I am Cummmmming."

Sandra's first experience with oral sex a success.

She gave me a big kiss and ask.

"Is this what I taste like?? Do you like how I taste?"

Sandra received another kiss as I answered.

"Yes, Sweetie. I love how you taste. You could be addictive. Would you like that?"

Sandra purred deeply and spoke.

"Yes, if it is you doing it. Now, can I try you?"

I rolled to my back.

Sandra asks.

"What do I do? I mean I have heard about this, but never tried it."

I gave her a smile and spoke.

"There is not any one way to do it. Just do with what you are comfortable. Explore as I did for you. Touch and taste. You will learn what I like, and you do not have to do anything you do not want to do. We do this because we want to make the other feel good. Right?"

Sandra smiled and began. First, she looked me over, visually taking me in. Her fingers touched my balls and sack, explored me. She then added kisses first, followed by licks. Sandra commented on how something so hard could feel so soft. I began to wonder what kind of jerk her ex-husband had been. Later, Sandra tentatively took the tip in her mouth. I made sure not to thrust or push her. Besides, what she did was very enjoyable.

Sandra took her time with me. No pressure. She did try to deep throat a time or two. This made her gag. Instead, she licked and sucked me. A little precum made an appearance.

Sandra's eyes enlarged as she spoke.

"Wow, that is salty."

And she slurped it up loudly.

She then asks.

"Are you going to cum? I do not think I want to try that yet. Is that okay?"

I pulled Sandra up to my face and responded.

"Of course, it is okay. You should never have to do anything you do not want to do. If there is something you want, ask."

Sandra laid next to me for a thoughtful moment.

Then spoke.

"I cannot think of anything right now. But I would like to make love again please."

Sandra dripped with honey, and I engorged. We made love. Her naked body under me. A slow in and out with her legs spread wide. Periodically, I would lean down to suckle her tits and nipples, or just kiss her wonderful lips.

As we made love, Sandra said.

"Oh, gawd Phillip, you are so gentle, and you feel so good buried inside me. Each time you push inside me, I tingle all over. I want you cum in me and then, if you want, can I stay in your bed with you? I will have to get up incredibly early to open the Café."

This conversation took place as we had sex.

But I answered.

"Yes, I want you to stay in my bed with me tonight. One change though. Tomorrow, we both go to the Café to open it."

I sped up some and soon pumped cum into Sandra. We got up, got something to drink and returned to bed. We slept in the same positions we had done at her place. She felt so good next to me. As before, Sandra woke me in the middle of the night for more sex. What is not to like about that?

We both rolled out of bed early to shower together. No coffee at my place because it would not be as good as Sandra's. Also, Sandra wanted to leave early enough to change. In the cold darkness of the winter morning, we hustled back to the Café.

The lights turned on, the machinery to life. Enough time for a cup of espresso before the onslaught. The mad rush of shoppers and caffeine addicted individuals. I became a bit more at ease making coffee and helping. Time and exposure, I guess.

Sandra and I worked through lunch hour and the afternoon. Late in the afternoon, she closed the Café. The lights went out and we headed upstairs. We were both starving, but too tired to cook. I ordered pizza. Not my fav, but quick and filling, and delivered. While we waited, I ask Sandra to take the time and shower. Before you ask, by herself. I waited downstairs for the food. This gave Sandra a few moments of privacy. We had not separated for two days. I had no complaints mind you. We all need space now and again.

The pizza person came and went. Yes, I gave them a nice tip. I returned upstairs. Sandra sat on her sofa. She wore only a towel on her head.

I wore a surprised look as evidenced by her remarks.

"Phillip, I like being naked with you. It feels natural and good. Now then, be a dear, put down the pizza and take off your clothes."

I did not refuse her offer. We then sat and feasted on pizza. There were a ton of leftovers in her refrigerator. But we did not want to mess with that. Once sated, showered. As I showered, Sandra came to the bathroom to dry her hair. We made idle chat about the day. I finished and dried to exit the bathroom. Sandra had spread blankets on the sofa in my absence. These we wrapped together in. The lights turned off, the TV on, our naked bodies together. It was the usual fare for the holiday season. Sandra reclined against me.

She spoke.

"Phillip, have you done doggie style?"

My short answer. "Yes."

Sandra continued.

"My ex did it to me once. It hurt like hell. He kept pounding at me. I did not like it. But I want you to try it with me. I think you will make it nice for me."

We then watched more TV.

It was not too late, but Sandra suggested we get to bed. The Café would beckon in the morning. We went to her bed.

Sandra spoke.

"I want to suck you again. It will make you nice and hard before we have sex."

I had a counter proposal.

"You want to sixty-nine? We will both enjoy then."

Sandra responded.

"I like the way you think. I want on top."

I went face up on the bed and Sandra on top of me. She lowered herself to me and I began to taste and lick her. I was not hard yet, so she was able to get all of me in her mouth. Sandra licked and sucked. Soon, I did not fit in her mouth. Her honey flowed into me, and she rocked her pelvis on my face. Sandra's head bobbed up and down on my cock. She did not try to deep throat. This was fun and felt marvelous. Sandra spread her legs and opened them for me more. My tongue probed and licked deeply, exploring all I could reach. Her inner lips surrounding my tongue.

Sandra spoke.

"I want you now."

It was time I honored her request. Sandra perched on all fours, and I moved behind her. Her earlier words reverberated in my mind. I resolved to make this nice for her. Easily, gently, I slide inside the coated inside of Sandra. The warmth of her body and the tight feel as she surrounded me, made it difficult to hold back. I wanted to her, and I wanted to do so urgently. I made it nice for her as she had requested. The thrusts were slow, yet very deep. My tip touching her insides.

She spoke.

"OMG Phillip, you are so deep. You feel so big and hard in me. Keep it up and make me cum. I have the most amazing sensations with you."

We were in no hurry. Sandra rocked with me in rhythm. Her fine and beautiful hips in my hands. The curve of her back and the way her hair fell on her shoulders. She was in a good place, and I would not ruin it for her by being overly aggressive. I lost track of time, and it mattered not. My only thought was to please Sandra and give her pleasure.

I glanced to see my cock slide in and out of her. The bright pink lips hugged me as I moved. We both glistened with her juices. This was more than sex I thought. We made love. Yes, I admit to you. I had developed feelings for Sandra. Was it love? I cannot say. But this I knew that she should be happy and made to feel appreciated, cared for and adored.

My thoughts broke as she spoke.

"I am cumming Phillip. Cum with me. I want us to cum together. Fill me Baby."

I did so and I was ready. But more so because Sandra wanted this. I desired it also, with Sandra. Thoughts began to manifest in my head. What more could this become? These thoughts cut short as I filled her juicy and dripping pussy with my cum.

We crashed to bed and lay together. Sandra wrapped in my embrace. She wore this look of happiness and contentment. Her eyes twinkled when she looked at me and her mouth formed a broad grin. This was a happy Lady.

Later, we rose just long enough to clean up. Then it was back to bed and our previous entanglement. The scent of Sandra filled my head. Her slow and gentle breathing in my arms.

I thought to myself.

Is that what I have been missing for so many years? We have not known each other for long at all. Yet I feel a connection with Sandra, more than a physical attraction. Those three little words almost rolled out of my mouth. But I knew it was too early for that. I squeezed her a little closer and she sighed. Naked we slept. At least until she woke me in the middle of the night for another round of love making.

Part 3

The days between Christmas and New Year filled me with happiness. The day spent with Sandra and the Café. We both toiled away to satisfy the needs of caffeine starved individuals. The evenings, an intimate time for the two of us. Most times, we stayed at Sandra's and upstairs. It was easier for us to sleep as late as possible before opening the Café.

Occasionally, we would escape to my place as a change of scenery, or I just needed clean or different clothes. The evening routine was similar. A small meal was prepared, we shared this and relaxed. Making love and having sex was still a new and important part of our growing relationship. Sitting together on the sofa, another part of our lives, Sandra leaning against me and in my arms. I liked her there. Sandra fit nicely.

New Year's Eve approached, and Sandra shut down the Café, not to open until January 2nd. We decided to hide at my apartment. Sandra packed a few items, we turned off the lights, locked the door and made our escape. I felt naughty, going off to my place to be nude and make love.

The weather made it chilly outside. We were glad to be indoors and at my apartment. It was a modest place, the kitchen, open to the living room, one bedroom and one bathroom.

I took Sandra's coat and she ask.

"Could you please turn the heat up a bit? I would like it warmer please."

The place usually kept at about 66 F. I found it comfortable and truly, I did not spend that much time here. That is until Sandra. The thermostat altered to Sandra's request and the sound of the heater coming to life. Warm air soon filled the room.

There was not much in the place to eat, and we decided to order something in. A Chinese place nearby fit our tastes and they delivered. At the time in between, Sandra began to disrobe in my living room. Once nude and her clothes in a pile to the floor, she came to me, kissed my mouth hard and turned to the bathroom and a shower. The sight of her naked ass was inspiring. Just before disappearing, Sandra turned and blew me a kiss.

I wanted to follow, but the food would arrive soon, and I needed to be there for this. It was quite the tease from Sandra. The bathroom door was left ajar, steam issued from it. Sandra hummed or sang softly. I could see her a little as she soaped her naked body. I envied the soap. The doorbell sounded and scared the crap out of me. So enamored watching Sandra, I lost track of the time.

The skinny adolescent delivered our food and I paid for it and gave him a nice tip as well. He seemed a pleasant and polite young man. Sandra emerged in towels and came to inspect our delivery. Hunan Shredded beef with green onions, (my favorite) and Sandra's food, chicken lo Mein. This is accompanied by egg rolls, pot stickers and hot sour soup. A magnificent feast.

The meal was enjoyable as we talked and ate. Sandra's towel continually slipped down to expose her breasts. The pea sized nipples had grown erect and hard. The areola, light brown and quarter sized. Sandra took a bite of her Lo Mein and sauce fell on her naked chest.

I was transfixed and Sandra cast a look that said.

"Well, are you going to take care of that?"

I bent forward to lick sauce from Sandra, and maybe lick some other items as well. We then returned to eating. Once finished, the remainder stored in the fridge, and I was sent to the shower. Sandra volunteered to turn down the bed and warm it up. Such a thoughtful Lady.

I stood in the shower with hot water running down me. It relaxed me and was steamy. I exited the shower and dried. The living room lights were off. The only glow shone from the bedroom. I stood in the doorway in a towel. Sandra lay face up in the bed, the sheets, and blankets to her neck. Her glorious long hair fanned on the pillow. A warm smile spread to her face as she saw me. Fingers and hands gradually pushed the covering down to first expose her breasts and torso. She continued until her hips and upper thighs exposed.

Sandra spoke.

"Watch me, Phillip."

Sandra's hands snaked to her breasts and began a massage. I watched as the skin stretched or pulled depending on her movements. Nipples raised and rolled in her fingers. Their color began to deepen.

Sandra spoke.

"Are you watching me Phillip? Do you see what I do? This is what I did before you."

One hand slid to her inner thighs as she opened her legs. Two of her fingers began to make lazy circles on her vagina. Almost immediately, her hips began to sway and move. Visually it was exciting to observe. Lessons I should learn when touching Sandra. Her fingers entered her slit and there was more rubbing and circles. The way she held her breast was firm, and I thought she would bruise her own flesh.

Soft moans issued from her mouth now and her movements were more exaggerated. The bucking hips and the sound of her fingers manipulating her woman flesh. The inner lips peeking through with fingers sliding in between them. The audible sound of Sandra's masturbation.

Two fingers disappeared deep into her slit, then quick in and out movements. Sandra's vocalization became louder as she neared climax. The gooey sounds of a drenched pussy filled the room.

Sandra spoke.

"Bring your cock over here. I want it in my hand when I cum."

I did so and Sandra pumped me as she continued to masturbate. Faster still, she went, loud moans from her mouth. The spend at which Sandra rubbed her pussy was the same as what she did to me. Should she continue this, I would cum soon also. Is this what she wanted? It felt marvelous.

Sandra groaned.

"Oh fuck!!! I am cumming!!!!! Cumming so hard!!! Get on me and fuck me now!!!!!!!"

I swiftly moved between her legs and slide my cock inside her oozing wetness. Sandra continued to rub her clit with one hand. The stream of words from her mouth was endless.

"Fuck me, Phillip!!!!! "

"Fuck it harder!!!"

"Stick that big thing in me!!!!"

"More more more!!!!!"

"Give it to me!!!!!!"

"Cum in me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do it inside me!!!!!!!!"

"I need you to cum now!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I could take no more. The relentless pounding, I gave her and loud encouragement she issued brought me to fruition. Stream after stream left my body and entered Sandra's. I ceased movement once I finished.

Sandra spoke.

"You are still so hard. Fuck me some more!!"

I would not deny her. My cum leaked from her with her own juices. Sandra dripped and fluids flowed from wet pussy. She wanted fucked and I wanted to do just that. Sandra muttered and moaned with each thrust. This session had taken her to a special place. The past week had in bed several times making love. But this? Sandra had let go all the stops and sexually uninhibited. Never had I been with a woman of such sexual magnitude. Desire and feeling ruled her.

I had cum once. The second time was long in arriving. Throughout it all, Sandra was fucked as she desired. Cum flowed from me again. I fell exhausted by Sandra in the bed. She continued to sigh in deep pleasure. Much time passed before we both could breathe normally. Once recovered, I held her to me in the bed.

I wondered to myself. What happened to Sandra before? Had her ex-husband been insensitive to any of her needs? What kind of oaf had he been? The woman next to me in bed was enthusiastic, inviting, and wanting the love we had made. Sad, I thought, he had missed this. Lost such a sensual creature due to stupidity, blindness or just ignorance.

Sandra and I cuddled in the bed. She idly toyed with the hair on my arms. Sometimes rearranging her position and then snuggling again. One contented sigh followed another. I had been with a few other women in the day. One or two good lovers. Others, not so much. But Sandra excelled past them all. She does not hesitate to say what she wants or likes. Sandra awakened something in me I thought was gone. The joy of being with someone interested in you as a person.

We leave the bed long enough to turn off lights, cleaned up and then return. I lay on my back in bed. Sandra faced me, one arm and one leg draped across me. She lay there and smiled at me. The bedside light went out. We held each other in the darkness.

Sandra whispered.

"If I wake in the night, you will fuck me again? Right?"

I kissed her forehead in the darkness and answered.

"Sandra, you know I will. Whatever you like."

Then she kissed me, and we settled in.

I dreamed of Sandra. She was there in many guises. The woman that ran the Café and worked long hours. The skeptical woman that was unsure of who and what I wanted from her. The sexy and enthusiastic Sandra that wanted to be loved and feel everything. But finally, the woman that spent time with me because she desired to do so. The space of days since Christmas and she occupied my thoughts and time. We had been almost inseparable. A tinge of sadness at the return to regular days ahead. But I knew we could make it work. At least I knew I wanted that. Did Sandra?