Feeling daring alone in the hot tub she slid her hands down her stomach until her fingers came in contact with hair. She let her fingers trace the slit, feeling how puffy her nether lips were from the hot water.
Biting her lip to stifle a moan, she stopped and laughed. "Karen, you are alone."
She waited for an answer and when no reply came from anywhere she decided to stop feeling guilty, and being paranoid someone was going to burst in. "I need this."
Karen laid back, closed her eyes and conjured up her fantasy man. She moaned out loud and let her hands get back to work. Again her fingers began to massage and knead her breasts. Taking her time her fingers found their way back to her pussy.
She slid one finger in, then slide her other hand down to open her lips. Using her middle and ring finger she found her clit and traced little circles around it. After she teased her clit her fingers would slide into her feeling the slippery wetness of her own juices.
No longer shy her voice was bold as whimpers and moans of ecstasy emerged from her lips. When her fingers came back up to tease her clit again she freed one hand to reach for her new penguin buddy.
"Time to find out how waterproof you are." She gave a low laugh as she lowered the toy into the water.
Reaching down she spread her lips again, then placed the shaft at her entrance. It didn't look all that big in the box or when she held it. But as she began to push it in it felt like a log!
Taking in a deep breath, Karen willed herself to relax and not think about how long it's been since she was with a man. The iceberg shaft stretched her out, letting her feel every bump and ridge it had. Licking her lips she pushed the buttons down and let it get to work.
The penguin's beak began to jackhammer her clit. Wincing a bit she pressed the other button which slowed it down to a comfortable sensation. With a sigh she began to move the toy in and out, nice and slow. In her mind Nick was working her good.
His pecks would flex with every thrust, his hair would be a bit shaggy hanging in his face. His peppermint candy breath would make her high. Karen's breathing picked up and she began to buck in the water, splashing some over the side.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she cried out, pistoning the toy faster, letting it linger on her clit longer.
Her chest rose and fell with each gasp of air she took, her whole body began to tense and she screamed as loud as she could when the orgasm hit full on. Karen let her thighs hold the toy in place as she stretch and let the feelings overtake her.
She jumped when a cold nose pressed against her neck and she felt the toy fall out. She spun to look at Cupid and laughed. She fished around the water for her toy, shut it off and set it aside.
Karen relaxed for a little while more, before getting out and cleaning up. She loved her vacation so far...the only thing missing were her children. But if her children were there this moment wouldn't have happened.
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"Megan, I have a date."
"No shit? Where did you manage to find a man on a secluded hill?"
"I fell down the hill." The phone was full of static and snorts. "Meg?"
"I'm..." snort "sorry. You fell down the hill?" Megan cleared her throat, "Were you hurt?"
"I pulled my back a little, but Nick helped me back up the hill to my cabin. Turns out I have his dog."
"Well, well, well...the plot thickens."
"What plot? I didn't plan this."
"Calm down, Muffin. So out with it. What's he look like?"
"Well he's tall, a little chubby, dark wavy hair, which looks thick. Brown eyes, smells like pine trees and gingerbread cookies with a hint of peppermint" a soft sigh left Karen's lips, "seems to love animals and has this uncanny intuition."
"Sounds yummy."
"I'm going to make dinner for him tonight."
"Really? Are you going to make some of your famous chocolate chip cookies too?"
"I thought about it if I have time."
"Just bring some home. I'll let you go so you can get ready and bake. Call tomorrow and tell me all the details. I'll call Zoë and let her know."
"You do that."
"Love ya, girl."
"Love you too, Meg."
Karen hung up the phone and began to cook. Her nerves were on edge again. What if he tries to kiss me? Karen sliced the fresh vegetable up for a salad, them into a bowl. What if he makes a move on me? Tossing Cupid a few scraps she got out the necessary ingredients to make cookies. What if he only agreed to dinner to be nice?
Once everything was ready she went to take a quick shower to freshen up. Leaving the door open since it was a novelty she began to sing some of her favorite songs. When she got to some Christmas ones Cupid was doing some form of a howl/bark to sing along.
"City sidewalk, busy sidewalks dressed in holiday style. In the air there's a feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile, And on every street corner you'll hear: Silver bells, silver bells, its Christmas time in the city. Ring-a-ling, hear them ring, soon it will be Christmas day."
"Barooooooo"
With a laugh she launched into the next song, "Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane!"
"Bark! Bark!"
"Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer are pulling on the reins. Bells are ringing, children singing; all is merry and bright. Hang your stockings and say your prayers, 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight."
"Woof! Bark! Barooooo!"
"Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring ting tingling too. Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you, Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling 'Yoo hoo,'"
"Bar-roo"
"Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you."
Still laughing, Karen stepped out of the shower and put on her robe. She wrapped her hair in a towel and went to go give dinner a quick stir before getting dressed.
Walking into the living room she found Cupid stretched out on the couch with his head in Nick's lap.
"Oh my." Karen's hand came up to cover her mouth, as if that would hide the blush that was taking over her face.
"I, uh, let myself in."
"I see this."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'll go get dressed." She pointed towards the bedroom as she turned to head there.
She dressed as quick as she could, taking minimal time to do her hair and make-up. So much for making a good impression.
When Karen came back from the bedroom she found Nick in the kitchen, eating a cookie.
"Those are for after dinner."
"Wow, if I hadn't known you were a Mom before I know now."
"You'll ruin your appetite!"
"There's no way!" Nick walked over and kissed her cheek, "These are better than my Mom's and that's saying something!"
A blush tinted Karen's cheeks, "Thank you. I learned the recipe from my Mom."
Their eyes locked on each others and for a brief moment time stood still. The silence was broken when Nick's stomach made a loud grumbling.
"Well I guess it's time to eat."
"That would be nice."
"I hope you like chicken."
"I do."
"This is one of my favorites. Its garlic chicken alfredo over rice."
"Smells wonderful."
Karen served Nick, got their drinks, made sure everything was on the table and was about to go get extra napkins when he reached out capturing her hand. "Sit with me. Don't let your dinner get cold."
"I'm used to cold dinners. After I make four plates, I have to make sure everyone is in the right spots, especially the twins. They will not eat unless they are sitting in their seat. Courtney has to be able to get her own drink and Collin is just trying to tune out his sisters that I have to remind him fifty times to eat."
"So you're raising them alone?"
"Yes. Well no. My Mom is a huge help, she watches them while I work. If something comes up and she can't there's always Zoë and Megan. Like this week to give both me and Grandma a break Zoë and her husband have them."
"Where's their father?"
"He left. The twins were three months old, he decided this wasn't the life he wanted and he left. What the hell is wrong with you, Karen? Spilling your guts to a stranger! So it's me. I manage, but it's nice to have some time alone, but this whole week is feeling like too much. I miss the middle of the night potty runs and the early morning wake ups and reattaching Barbie's appendages when they come off during a battle with the Imaginary Town warrior's."
"Imaginary Town? Your boy must have a great imagination."
"He does. Sometimes I worry he's in that world too much, but I don't know what...how did you know it was my boy?"
"Well I didn't think your girls would create a place where there are warriors."
"Oh. You're right. They like to play house and dress up and Barbie's. All of my kids love to draw and read and cuddle."
Nick reached across the table to hold her hand, "It's okay to miss them and be homesick, Karen." Nick got up and went to kneel by her. His warm hand lifted her chin. "Would you like to go for a walk?"
Karen looked down and then back into his eyes, "Yes, that would be nice."
"Leave the dishes we'll do them when we come back."
Smiling Karen rose and went to get her coat. Once they were ready Nick took her gloved hand in his and together they walked in the moonlight. The few snowflakes that fell shimmered in the moonlight.
"Oh, I wish it would snow." A soft sigh left her lips.
"How much?"
"Just a little. It'd be so pretty."
"I think it might do just that. Forecast called for it anyway."
Before his words had quite registered in her mind, the first snowflake floated down just in front of her nose. With a gasp, she turned her eyes skyward as dozens of snowflakes floated down from the clouds above.
"Guess the weather man was right for a change," Nick noted with a shrug.
"Did you used to catch snowflakes on your tongue when you were kid?" Karen asked as she glanced towards the moon.
"I still do."
"Really?"
"Sure." He stuck his tongue out to capture a flake.
Marveling at his playfulness, Karen stuck her tongue out to join him. With both of them wandering about, heads cast towards the night sky, they bumped into one another.
Gasping, Karen looked up those few inches into his chocolately eyes. Catching a whiff of fresh pine.
He leaned in speaking quietly, "This is my favorite time of the day."
"Mine too. It's when I get to be with my kids."
"Kids are wonderful."
"Not everyone thinks so."
"I do." His voice was firm as he said those two words. "There's a gazebo just up the path, would you like to see it?"
"I'd love to."
"It was built by my great – great – great – great – great - great...well you get the idea Grandfather."
"How many greats was that?"
"Eight. Give or take."
"So, roughly a hundred and fifty years or so?"
"Yes. Give or take. Although our family has been here much longer."
"Much longer?" Karen tilted her head in thought, "I'm not too great with history but, Europeans weren't here until when; eighteen hundred?"
Nodding, he pulled her gloved hand to his lips kissing her knuckles. "We've been here a long time." Using both their hands he motioned ahead of them, "There it is."
Ahead of them Karen saw a white gazebo, each panel of each side was decorated with a different pictorial of Santa.
"This whole trip has taken my breath away. I can't think of any words that would do it justice. It's like magic." Karen let go of his hand to examine each panel. "It's like a bunch of Christmas songs painted to show the magic of Christmas."
She reached for Nick's hand, "Look there's each of the reindeer!"
"Did you notice the snowflakes are different?"
She gasped, smiling as her eyes leapt to each tiny frosted image. "They are!"
"My parents were married here."
Karen's mouth opened and no words came out.
"As a matter of fact all the weddings in my family have taken place here since it was built."
Tears formed in Karen's eyes, "What a beautiful tradition. When was it built?"
"Back in the eighteen hundreds."
Karen turned to face him, awe spreading over her face.
"The story is that Poppa Kris built this as an engagement gift to his love. He presented it to her on Christmas Eve, and they were married here the following night under a full moon." He pulled Karen to him as he continued the story. "So that was how the tradition began, and since then all of our family has had weddings here. The last was my older brother Tito."
"Tito?" Karen chuckled.
"I'm joking; it was really my sister Noel."
"Have you ever been married?"
"No." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Would you like to go in?" His voice cracked on each word.
"Are you okay?"
Nodding he opened the door allowing Karen to enter first.
Their bodies brushed together as she entered, Nick took a deep breath before following her in.
Her head was tilted up to look through the frosted glass in the roof, "Tell me about the ceremony."
"The ceremony is short," he began, "The groom stands here." He paused to point.
"And the bride?"
"There."
With her chin high Karen leapt to where his finger pointed.
Nick swallowed. With his eyes locked to hers, he took the step necessary to place him in the groom's position.
"Then what?" she asked.
Nick leaned in a breath away from her lips. "I do." His voice came out in a whisper just as his lips cover hers.
Frost rose from their lips as their hot breath met the cold air. Their warm lips seem to melt together, parting only for a second to open further. Nick suckled in her bottom lip, nibbling just a bit before covering her mouth again. His arms wrapped around her holding her steady.
Oh God...he tastes so good, like peppermint. Karen brought her hand up to cup the side of his neck, letting it roam into his hair. His hair is so soft, he tastes too good to be true!
As his lips came to a close to pull away, Karen waited a moment before opening her eyes. "Wow. That's a short ceremony." A giggle escaped as she opened her eyes to see Nick.
"Our engagements are usually pretty short."
"Really? And then what?" Without waiting for a reply, Karen took off toward the cabin.
Nick chased after her in hot pursuit, catching her in the path. "And then this." His lips claimed hers, his tongue pushing against hers, waiting to gain entry.
"Nick." Karen said his name on a sigh as she parted her lips, eager to taste him again.
A gush of wind came up sending chills through Karen, when she shivered against Nick, and he pulled away. "You're cold. We should go inside."
He took her hand walking with her back to her cabin. He opened the door for her not waiting for it to be closed as his lips found hers again. Hands fumbled in the darkness to unzip coats, remove gloves and find their way back to touch each others face.
Nick pulled away scooping Karen up.
"Put me down, I'm too heavy."
"If you were, I wouldn't have picked you up." He covered her lips again, to cut off her protests, as he carried her to the couch.
He set her down, balancing on his knee between her legs. He was busy unbuttoning her shirt, "We need more light." his voice was barely audible as the room began to brighten.
Once he had her buttons undone, he opened her shirt to reveal her bra. A strange look crossed his face as he bent down to look at the extra hooks. "What are these?"
"They are clips, so you can open the cup of the bra when you're nursing."
"Are you still nursing?"
"No."
"Are you planning on nursing?"
"No." Karen blushed as she tried not to laugh at the perplexed look on Nick's face. "I found from my pregnancies that nursing bra's offer more support. So even though I am no longer nursing I still wear them for support." She unclipped one to show how it opens, then clipped it closed.
"Easy access?" Nick's eyes lit up with wonder.
"Yes, it is."
Nick sat back on the couch, and helped Karen sit next to him. He removed her shirt then let her take the reigns.
She reached out to unbutton his shirt, her hands trembling with each button. Once unbuttoned she pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms.
He's so pale. Karen's hands reached out to stroke his furry chest, leaning in to taste his lips again. I could get drunk on his kisses. So sweet, first he tasted like peppermint, now crème de menthe!
Nick's hands slid up her back, scratching with a touch so light it could be considered tickling. Karen moaned into his mouth. I must be dreaming.
He unbuttoned her bra, sliding his hands up the rest of the way to pull it from her shoulders, down her arms and pulling away just a bit his right hand slipped between them to remove it. Now they were skin to skin.
Nick wrapped his arms around her back, getting his fingers caught in her long hair. Giving her a push he laid them back on the couch and then rose above her, "I can't get enough of your lips, but I wanted to see the rest of you."
He leaned over her pressing small kisses to her chest, all over one breast then the other. He took his time working down to her nipples, moaning as one filled his mouth. Nick let his tongue go in teasing circles around the nipple, while he suckled. His hand slide over to massage the free one, getting that nipple hard and ready for his eager mouth.
Karen let her hands get buried in his thick dark hair, using her nails to scratch his head lightly. Nick lifted his mouth from her breast, leaning in to kiss her again. It was a brief kiss, before his mouth locked on the dry nipple.
Karen's hands ran down to his shoulders, using her nails to tickle him the way he had her back. Goosebumps rose from his skin as he began to take his kisses lower. When he came to her jeans, he undid the button and the zipper, getting a good hold on both the jeans and her underwear pulling them down. The light from the fireplace cast a golden glow to her skin.
Nick slid off the couch kneeling by Karen. "How's your back?"
"My back?"
"From your fall...does it still ache?"
What the hell??? "A little bit."
"Be right back!" Nick jumped off and disappeared into the other room.
What the fuck is going on? Karen sat up, noticing the fire in the fireplace. When did he light a fire?
"Alright, Love." Nick came back with the comforter off the bed, his jeans missing and a smile. He moved the coffee table and spread the blanket out. He offered his hand to Karen.
He is too good to be true. Karen took his hand, letting him pull her to him.
Nick wrapped his arms around her swaying her to a tune he was humming.
I know this song...but what is it? She laid her head on his chest, when the tune sank in. "I'll be home for Christmas...You can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe and presents on the tree."
"Christmas Eve will find me...where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas. If only in my dreams." Nick's tenor voice rang out with hers, creating a perfect harmony.
"Here, let me rub your back for you." Nick's hands were already working on the tiny knots of tension in her muscles. Together they went to their knees and he helped her lie down.
His hands are made of magic.
He moved her hair to the side, settling in on her thighs. His hands were busy rubbing and massaging her whole back. Starting with her lower back, he worked his way up in gentle circular motions. When he reached the top, he leaned over to kiss her neck before adjusting his hands for the path back down.
Once he felt her relax, he rolled off to lie beside her. Karen rolled on her side to face him.
"That was wonderful." She leaned over and captured his lips with hers. Her hand began to stroke his side, toying with the band on his boxers. Do I dare?
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