Christmas with Jack

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Christmas with Jack

by Brooklyn Reese
Published: December 18, 2011

I hadn't seen Jack, my Dad's best friend, in three years. I didn't know what to expect. I hadn't fantasized about him in years, but now I find him sexier than ever, and he can still get me wet with just a look. Before we even got out of the airport I knew that I had to see if the reality would live up to my fantasies. But can Jack overlook who I am long enough to let me give him a Christmas present he'll never forget?



Excerpt

"I'm going to go find the bartender in this chaos. Do you want a seltzer or something?" Jack was practically yelling over the music, even though I was mere inches away.

"No thanks. I'm going to show my face to a few people and I'll meet you back here in a bit."

I caught sight of Jack several times over the next half an hour while I made the rounds with my superiors. He looked more at ease now, casually holding a drink in his left hand, animating his conversations with his right. He was laughing at something one of my coworkers was saying, and that alone made my nipples pucker and my pussy tingle. I had it bad.

I was finally able to break away and I made a beeline for Jack.

Kicking it up another notch, I came up behind him, wrapped my hands around his waist and whispered against his ear, "You have the most delicious body I think I've ever seen."

Surprised, Jack turned around and studied me for a few seconds. The hot fire burning behind my eyes told him that I was not giving up, but he refused to make a move. I could see the lust written on his face, and it was obvious he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Without wasting anymore time, I put my hands around Jack's neck and pulled him into my mouth. I half expected him to meet me with resistance since I was more than half his age. Instead, I felt him relax against me, allowing his hands to take the lead and grab my hips, tugging me toward his middle and showing me just how turned on he was by my advance. The taste of his drink mixed with his cigar was like heaven on my tongue. His warmth transferred into me and traveled the length of my body, sending pulsing sensations between my thighs.

"Let's get out of here" I breathed into his neck.

Jack searched my face, giving me a chance to back out. I held his gaze and without saying another word, he nodded, grabbed my hand and led me out the door.

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By the time we arrived at his hotel I was so wet for Jack, I could've come like a freight train before my clothes ever hit the floor. I couldn't contain myself any longer; I was a moth to Jack's flame. We barely made it off the elevator before my mouth was covering his again. His hands found my ass and he latched on, pulling me into his crotch as his tongue wrestled hungrily with mine. He was rock hard against my belly, and I pushed my hand between us, down the front of his pants, past his waistband; feeling his straining cock against my skin. He moaned into my mouth and his pulsing manhood seeped juices onto my fingers. I wasn't sure if we were going to make it to his room at this rate. I finally managed to pull away from him and pluck the room key from his hand.

No sooner did I push the door shut, Jack was pressing me against the wall, running his hand up my skirt, pushing his fingers past my thong and into my slick tunnel.

"Jack," I breathed, barely able to get the words past my lips. I began tugging at his shirt, stripping the buttons open as fast as my hands would work. Jack mimicked my actions and soon all of our clothes had dropped to the floor in a messy pile. His mouth worked me over in all the right places, starting at the crook of my neck and stopping briefly to flick his tongue delicately over the deep pink circles of my breasts. I felt my knees grow weak, even with the wall supporting me. Jack felt it, too, and scooped me up to carry me to the bed. He laid me down and stood back to admire my naked body in the moonlight that peeked through the part in the curtains.

I spread my thighs and moved my hand south, never taking my eyes from Jack's face. My finger ran lightly up and down the perfectly manicured landing strip resting on top of my mound, teasing, playing, working my way down further, dipping in and out of my wet hole as Jack watched, mesmerized.

"I'll ask you again," I whispered seductively. "Do you like what you see, Jack?"