The Lonely Salesman

Chapter Three

Holidays are for Hearts

By JD Robbins

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The Lonely Salesman

Chapter Three: Holidays are for Hearts  

My alarm went off at 7 AM. I reached up to hit the snooze button and felt her warmth beside me. Connie's sleepy eyes opened, and she half grinned at me. I pushed the snooze and wrapped my arm around her soft shoulder, and pulled her tighter to me.

Connie sighed and just snuggled in closer to me. Neither of us wanted to get up, both of us wanted the warm, comfortable feeling of waking up in your lover's arms to last forever. A new day was dawning, and with it, a new passion was swelling in my heart. Connie had opened her heart to me, and I gladly accepted the responsibility of filling the void she had there.

We didn't speak for the longest time that third morning. Our bodies had become one in the past two days, and I knew we were both thinking of our minds and souls melting together just as our bodies had.

She spoke first, “Philly, I’m feeling something I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”

"I think we should nurture the feelings we are both having, let's see if they grow," I said.

She smiled and said, "I'd like that."

Connie kissed me on the cheek, slid out of bed, pulled my soft, warm comforter, and wrapped it around her body as she walked toward the bathroom.

I thought maybe I didn't say what she had hoped for and that she wanted to be alone for a few minutes. I was feeling like I may be falling in love with her, but before I said those words, I wanted to make sure we weren't just lusting for each other and confusing that lust for love. I wanted to see if the feelings I was having would grow without making incredible love with her.

Connie came back into my bedroom wearing my long black terry cloth bathrobe. She had brushed her hair out and was looked incredible for having just woken up. She sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand in hers.

“Philly, we should talk.” She whispered.

The tone of her voice and expression on her face told me that she was worried about what the outcome of our conversation would be.

"Babe, I know what you're thinking," I said.

Connie replied, "No, you don't know what I'm thinking."

"Okay, tell me what you're thinking then," I asked.

Connie took a deep breath and held my hand between her hands. She looked very nervous, almost to a point where I expected to see tears well up in her eyes.

She said, "Philly since we met, we've become good friends and in the last two days incredible lovers. It scares me to think where we may be headed. I have so many doubts and fears about myself. I am so used to having the men in my life use me and hurt me physically or mentally that I've put up some kind of emotional wall around myself. I just wanted you."

I interrupted her to say, "The last few weeks have been something special, and I agree that yesterday and the day before were nothing short of spectacular. I think we should take our time and see if our relationship continues to grow. If, as I believe, it does, any emotional barrier you have in place will melt away quickly."

"But, that's what scares me most," Connie said. "What if it doesn't melt away?"

I pondered her statement for a moment before I answered, "If it doesn't, then we will be the closest possible best friends." 

Connie smiled and rubbed my hand between hers. She said, "You know that's one of the things I love about you so much. You always know exactly what to say to put my mind at ease."

I placed my free hand alongside her jaw and gently caressed her there as I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. Connie sighed quietly and pressed her face a little firmer against my palm.

Breaking our kiss, Connie said, "Now, it's my turn to make you breakfast. Take your shower, and I'll bring you a cup of hot coffee in a little while."

As she stood and started toward my kitchen, I noticed that sexy little bounce that I love so much in her walk. I knew from her step that I'd put her mind at ease for now. I knew the real challenge would be putting her heart and soul at ease also.

I showered, quickly letting the hot water fill my small bathroom with a fog of steam. Stepping from the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and used my palm to wipe a clear circle in the mirror over the sink. Just as I lathered my face with shaving cream, Connie knocked lightly on the door.

She pushed it open a few inches and said, “You decent baby?”

I laughed at her rather silly question and said, "No, but if you want, I can lose this towel."

Connie set a hot cup of coffee on the sink and asked, "Can I watch you shave?"

"Sure, but if I let you watch me shave, you have to let me watch you shave some time, too," I replied.

"Deal, if you'd like, I'll let you shave me," she said

I smiled a big wide white shaving cream smile at her and made a mental note that I would look forward to doing just that. Connie leaned against the wall and watched intently as I moved the razor over my face. She seemed like she was trying to remember which way I shaved to get as close as possible. I took a fingertip of shaving cream and dabbed it on the tip of her nose, and she giggled. Splashing water on my face and grabbing a small towel, I dried my face and then splashed on some aftershave. Connie moved closer to me and slid her hand along my face.

"Hmmm... Nice and smooth, I won't have to worry about stubble burns on my thighs tonight," she said

I teased her, saying, "And what makes you think these cheeks are going to be near your thighs tonight?"

She just smiled and let her robe fall open, showing off her incredible body.

"You're bored with this already?" She said playfully.

I put my finger up to my chin like I was thinking it over. "Three in a row, I don't know if I'm up to it."

"Let me worry about getting you up to it," She said before she giggled lustfully.

I finished up in the bathroom and started dressing for work. Connie watched me intently as I picked out what I would wear to the store that day. I was scheduled to open, so I only had an hour before I needed to be at Andover.

I asked Connie, "What's your schedule today?"

She replied, I start at eleven and get off at eight tonight."

“Good, I can hang out from six to eight then we can grab a bite to eat and do something tonight.”

Connie smiled at me, happy that I wanted to be with her again that night.

"Great, I was hoping you would want to see me again tonight," she said.

We sat at my small kitchen table and talked over our breakfast. She seemed very relaxed and quite at home in my apartment. I was glad Connie felt comfortable here because I was planning on having her there as much as possible, even if I hadn't told her that yet.

She asked, "So what are we going to do tonight?"

I grinned and said, "We'll figure out something interesting."

Finishing my coffee, I washed out the cup and grabbed my travel mug. Filling it to the brim, I set it on the counter and turned to Connie.

"I'm going to get going," I said.

"But I'm not dressed yet," Connie replied.

"It's okay, take your time, hun, shower if you like, and I'll see you when you get to the mall," I said.

Connie had to drive to her place to get dressed, so instead of hanging at my place, she quickly dressed and got ready to leave when I did. I stood in the doorway to my bedroom and watched her as she slid my bathrobe off, admiring her incredible body in the daylight that streamed through the window. Connie's body is so well proportioned. Her breasts are full but not huge. The areola surrounding her nipples is a perfect circle and a shade or two lighter in color than the nipples. Her stomach is perfectly flat, and her belly button is so cute. I especially love the way her hips flare out from her waist. She has muscular thighs that are shapely and very feminine. She turned toward me as she carefully covered herself with her thong.

She smiled and cocked her head a little to one side before saying, "Do you like my body?"

I grinned at her and said, "Do I like your body?" "What do you think?"

She replied, "I hope you like it."

"Connie, there isn't one thing I'd change about your body; you could be a model if you wanted to," I remarked.

As Connie put on her bra, she said, "I'm too full-figured to be a runway model. But I've often thought that it would be such a turn on to do some erotic modeling."

“Porn?” I asked,

"Not hardcore stuff, but maybe some lingerie or semi-naked modeling." She replied.

"I'll make a mental note of that," I said with a devilish grin on my face.

She slipped her slacks on as she said, "Good, I was hoping you would."

Connie finished dressing and strolled over to me. She leaned into my arms as I hugged her close to me. I kissed her softly on the lips and offered the tip of my tongue to her, which she happily accepted.

She whispered, "Thank you, baby, thank you for an incredible night. I can hardly wait for tonight."

I kissed her again before I said, "We will make every night incredible."

I grabbed my coffee mug, and my keys from the table beside the door, I opened the door to my apartment to leave for the mall.

Connie slipped out beside me and took my hand in hers. We walked together to our cars. I took her keys, unlocked the door, and opened it for her.

She smiled and commented, "A gentleman always, I love that."

She slid into the driver's seat, and I leaned down to kiss her once more before she left. A soft sensual kiss, a kiss that would have us both wanting more as soon as we were together again.

"Later, babe," I said as I closed the car door.

She smiled at me through the window and turned the key. I watched her drive off, thinking how lucky I am to finally have such a sexy, passionate woman in my life. I just hope that the passion we share now will grow into something even more spectacular.

I made it to Andover with ten minutes to spare. My assistant Ken was scheduled to start work at noon. I figured that since I was going to stay till eight when Connie got off, I'd start working on the change-over to our holiday display windows.

Mornings are slow in the men's shoe business, so I'd be able to get quite a bit done, and after Ken got in, we could spend the afternoon getting set up for the holiday season.

Stripping the display windows takes no time at all. I've done it many times and have it all down to a science. By a quarter of ten, the window was bare. I measured out the bright red base fabric and stapled it in place. Earlier in the week, I had picked up a train set at one of the toy stores in the mall. I'd made a deal with the manager that I'd put a sign on one of the cars that this set was available at his store, so it cost me nada. He even threw in enough track to snake it through the maze of shoes that would be displayed in the window.

I made short work of setting up the train and made a couple of test runs to ensure it would stay on the track for the next month and a half. While the train ran around, I finished my now cold mug of coffee. It was ten-fifteen. I walked to the front of the store and was looking at the train running around my window display when I felt a presence behind me. I didn't turn around because if it was Connie, I didn't want to spoil her surprise.

A familiar sexy voice said, "Do you like playing with trains, little boy."  She giggled after asking the obvious question.

Without turning around, I said, "Why yes, I do. I especially like the little caboose. It reminds me of another cute little caboose."

Connie said, "So you think I have a cute little caboose?"

I finally turned around, I had a snappy come back about her sexy little caboose, but I was shocked speechless at how incredible she looked.

Connie was wearing a tight burgundy sweater and a white pleated skirt. Her hair cascaded down onto her shoulders and spread evenly in front and across her back. Her eyes sparkled. Her lips shimmered. Her smile told me my reaction was precisely what she was hoping for.

“You look incredible!” I exclaimed.

She smiled and did a pirouette to show me the back of her outfit and then said, "How's the caboose looking?"

I smiled and said, "Sexiest caboose, I've ever seen."

"Good, I'm glad you think so." She replied. "Let's sneak in the back for a minute. I want to show you something."

Connie didn't wait for me to agree or say anything. She just turned and started walking toward the doorway to my stock room. I let her get a step or two ahead of me and watched her ass sway to and fro as she walked. The skirt moved with her hips, and I felt a stirring in my loins as I thought about what that skirt covered.

As we entered the stock room, she continued walking toward the far wall, stopping within reach of the ceiling-high shelves of shoe boxes. I stopped a few steps behind her and leaned against a stack of shipping cartons UPS had delivered earlier. She didn't turn to face me, instead, turning at the hips and looked at me over her shoulder. She had a devilish grin on her lips. 

Connie said, "Tell me again what you think of my sexy caboose."

As she spoke those words, she spread her feet further apart, bent at the hips, and slid her hands down the front of her legs to her shoes. Her skirt lifted in the back, revealing an incredible pair of sexy lace topped thigh high stockings.

The stirring I'd felt in my loins a few seconds earlier turned into stiffening at the zipper of my slacks. I stood there, mesmerized by the incredible image of Connie's sexy legs.

Slowly she moved her hands from the front of her legs around to her heels. Her hands began a slow slid up the back of her legs. Across two perfectly shaped calf muscles, into the crook of her knees, and upward onto a pair of thighs, I'd kill to have wrapped around my waist.

Her hands reached the tops of her stockings and continued up, the material of her skirt gathered along her wrists and moved with her hands. She didn't stop until her hands had slid up across her creamy smooth ass. Her dress flipped up onto her back, exposing her incredible ass. Naked except for the sexiest white satin thong I'd ever seen.

That stiffening at my zipper turned into a colossal bulge as my cock strained against the material that held it in place.

I was speechless until Connie asked, "So, want to play with my caboose?"

I stumbled for the words as Connie slid her hands down onto her ass, and spread her fingers over her cheeks. She pulled them apart, showing me the thin strip of white satin covering her pussy and asshole. Her nails were tipped with the same burgundy color of her sweater.

She hooked a finger under the thin white satin strip of material and pulled it to one side, exposing her pussy to my staring eyes.

She again asked, "Do you want to play with my caboose, want to stick your hot locomotive in my cute little caboose?"

Connie swayed her ass back and forth, enticing me to drive my hot erect locomotive deep into her tight little caboose.

I didn't say a word. But Connie knew by the sound of the store entry buzzer being activated as I flipped the switch that I wanted more than anything to enter her sexy tunnel with my long hard locomotive. 

She looked around at me with a lustful look on her face. Her hands spread the cheeks of her ass further apart as I approached from behind. I unzipped my pants and reached inside for the throttle of my locomotive. Her pussy lips parted as I positioned myself for entry. My cock stood at attention from the front of my slacks.

I pressed the tip against her parted pussy lips, and it slipped between the soft, warm portals of her tunnel of love.

Connie moaned deeply as my cock entered her. She released her grip on her ass cheeks and moved her hands to the edge of the shelf in front.

Before I could put my locomotive in forward, she pushed back and buried me inside. She was totally hot. I grabbed her hips and began moving back and forth in and out of her sexy wet tunnel. She groaned as my cock rammed into her full steam ahead.

"Oh god, I've waited all morning to feel you stuff me with your cock." She exclaimed.

I could only muster a deep throaty moan as I slammed against her ass.

We both knew this would be a fast hard fuck, a morning quickie before some early mall shopper disrupted this incredible fuck.

As I fucked her hard and fast, she said, "Yes, give me a pussy full of your hot cum." I want to spend my day with your seed inside me!"

She pushed her sweet pussy back against me as I slammed into her with everything I could. There was no slowing, no taking our time, I wanted to explode inside her as fast as possible and give her what she craved.

I finally spoke, "You're so fucking hot, so wet, so incredibly tight.

"I've been hot and wet for you all morning now I want you to soak my pussy and keep me hot and wet all day," Connie said.

I felt my balls tighten, and the cum began to boil up from the tight sack of my scrotum. I groaned as my approaching orgasm began to build.

Connie felt my cock swell and said, "That's it; give it to me now, Phillyeeeee."

In an instant, my cock exploded. My cum shot out of it like the belching steam from a speeding locomotive.

I groaned deeply and exclaimed, "Oh Jesus, fucking Christ, I'm cumming."

Connie squealed and said, "Yes, Philly, fill me, give me every drop of your hot sticky cum."

Stream after hot stream of cum splashed into her, coating the walls of her sex tunnel with the fluid she craved so badly.

She moaned over and over as I filled her, as I deposited my seed deep inside her. My orgasm began to subside, and I withdrew my still erect cock from her. She turned instantly and took me between her moist shimmering lips, licking and sucking the cum from my cock.

I groaned as she cleaned me with her mouth. Finally, I pulled her up to a standing position and took her in my arms. Our mouths met in a passionate searching sensual kiss. Connie reached down and stroked my cock slowly as if she wanted her hand to memorize each throbbing inch of it.

My hands ran up and down her back, under her hair to her head, I pressed her mouth tightly against mine, driving my tongue deep between her lips. She moaned with pleasure as my tongue searched her oral cavity.

I broke our kiss to say, "Each time we fuck seems more incredible than the last time."

"Yes, our bodies are becoming fine-tuned to each other. We're learning how and what pleases each other most. I can't wait till the next time so that I can learn more," Connie said.

I wanted to tell her right there and then that I was falling deeply in love with her. I wanted her to hear my voice say the words.

I began, "Connie, I'm…" BUZZ, my words were interrupted by the sound of the store entry buzzer going off. 

"Oh shit," I said.

Connie giggled and said, "Philly don't forget to put your locomotive back in the roundhouse before you go out front."

As I zippered up, I gave her a quick slap on the ass and said, "And don't you forget to cover up that sexy little caboose."

I rounded the corner to the front and was greeted by a middle-aged man holding a brown leather wingtip. "I'd like to try these on, please." He said.

I wanted to stick that wingtip up his ass, but said, "Yes sir, have a seat, and I'll check your size."

About that time, Connie strolled from the back room. The customer took one look at her and instantly got a devilish grin on his face.

Connie said, "Catch ya later, Philly. Thanks for making that deposit for me."

As she walked across the sales floor to the entrance, my customer's eyes followed her. He was clearly appreciating whatever part of a sexy woman he enjoyed watching most. God knows Connie has them all.

As I sized up this gentleman's foot, he said, "Did I interrupted something?"

I wanted to tell him no, I just finished fucking her brains out before he walked in. But instead, I said, "No, she forget her night deposit key last night and asked me if I could drop her bag with mine last night."

His expression told me he didn’t believe a word of that story, and I’m sure he formulated a story closer to the truth in his mind.

The shoes fit perfectly, and he said, "Great, I'll take them."

I quickly wrapped up his purchase, ran his American Express Gold Card, and sent him on his way with a story I was sure he'd be passing on to all his drinking buddies.

Just as he left, my phone rang. I flipped it open Connie's number showed on the caller ID.

"Hello," I said.

She giggled in my ear and said, "He wanted to fuck me, Philly. Did you see how he looked at me when I walked out from your back room?"

"I didn't notice Connie," I responded. "But every man who sees you today is gonna want to fuck you."

"Well, in that case, I'm glad you fucked me and filled my pussy with cum," Connie said. "That way, I can just tell any man who comes on to me that I already fucked the man of my dreams today."

"It feels so good having your cum inside me. I'll be able to rub my thighs together all day and feel your juice washing around inside my pussy. Anytime I want, I can slip a finger inside and coat it with your cum and then lick your taste off it." She said erotically.

"God, Connie, you're so goddamn hot," I whispered.

Connie responded, "I so happy. I'm so glad you think I'm hot."

"Listen, I've got to get to work here," I said.

"Me too," Connie responded.

When is your break?" I asked

"Five o'clock," She said.

"Aw shit, babe. Ken has his at that time. Guess we will have to pass on dinner together," I said. 

"I'll stop by during my break. I may need a refill by then." She said, giggling again.

"Okay, I'll see you then. Bye, sweetheart," I said

"Bye, love," she responded.

Finally, alone with my thoughts, I realized what a chance I'd just taken. If I had been caught fucking Connie in the backroom by our corporate people, I'd be headed for the unemployment line right now. Somehow I didn't give a rat's ass. The sight of her bent over, offering her sweet ass to me was more than I could resist.

As great as the sex was, I wanted to see if our relationship would grow when we weren't making love. I had to figure out a way to spend some time alone with her and not have it end up with my cock buried inside her.

Ken arrived at the store fifteen minutes early and was carrying two large cups of coffee. He handed me one and started for the backroom to put on a tie.

"I said, skip the tie, for now, Ken, we have a display window to get finished up this afternoon.

"Okay, Phil, no problem," he said as he sat down on a customer chair to drink his coffee.

We talked about the change-over to our Christmas display for a while.

But Ken changed the subject when he asked, "So Phil, what's up with you and Connie? A couple of people in the mall have asked me. Want to fill your buddy in?"

Ken and I had shared stories about the women in our lives before, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to fill him in entirely about my feelings for Connie just yet.

I said, "We've gone out on a couple of dates, Ken. She's a lot of fun, and we get along great."

"Yeah?" He said, wanting to be more informed.

"Yeah, what?" I asked.

"Phil, come on dude, she's a hot little number you are just going to stand there and tell me she's a lot of fun?" He said.

"That's it, Ken," I said.

"Oh man, Phil, you're falling for her, dude," Ken offered.

"Why do you say that, Ken?" I asked him.

"Phil, Phil, Phil…. You've always been ready to tell me in the past how good a fuck one babe or another was," he said.

"Well, maybe I haven't fucked Connie yet," I lied.

"Yeah, right, dude," Ken said as he laughed. 'I've seen the way she looks at you, Phil, you two were in the sack the first night you went out. Admit it."

I figured he'd find out sooner or later, and I knew I could trust Ken.

"Okay, Ken, you might as well know. Connie and I have been together for the past two nights. I stayed at her place Wednesday night, and she stayed at my place last night," I said.

"Wow, sleeping over already, dude," he said. "You are falling for her, Phil."

"She's an incredible woman, Ken," I said. 

"Aww, shit, man, you're not going to give me the details, dude!" He interrupted.

"Let me finish, Ken," I asked. "Without going into all the details, I'll just say she's the most passionate sensual lover I've ever been with, and on top of that she's so much fun to be with, we laugh and joke around constantly. But I have to admit she has some skeletons in her closet too dude."

"Don't they all, Phil," Ken offered.

Yeah, we all have skeletons in our closets, but I think Connie's have filled her with a lot of doubts and fears about a long term relationship," I explained.

"I'm going to take things slow and see if those fears are going to last, or if I can get her over them," I said.

"That’s my problem Ken, I think I need to see how she reacts to being with me when there's no chance of us having sex," I remarked.

Well, dude, it's the Christmas season, there are all kinds of holiday activities you can take her to that should answer your questions," Ken suggested.

You're right, Ken. I had thought of that," I said. "Doesn't Holiday Lights open tonight?" I asked.

"Sure does, Phil. And you're off tonight too. Take her for a long walk around the park and buy her hot chocolate.

"Thanks, guy, I think I will, but we better get started on this window, or I'll be here till closing," I said.

Ken got up and walked into the backroom to get the styles that we were going to display in the nose of the window. I made my way to the glass door at the back of the display window and turned off the train that had been happily running around in circles for the last hour or two.

Ken and I worked on the window all afternoon. He covered the sales floor and brought me the styles the corporate plan called for. We finished trimming the window about four forty-five, just in time for him to take his dinner break.  I placed the last few pairs of men's slippers just inside the glass door and closed it. Turning on the lights in the window, I stepped back to view the results.

Everything looked great. But as the train wound its way through the window, it knocked over two pairs of shoes right near the front.

"Oh, fuck!" I said. "I'm going to have to tiptoe up through the whole damn display and reposition those two pairs, so the train doesn't hit them."

Ken was getting ready to take his break, so I turned off the lights and opened the door to the display window. I'd make the tedious trek up through the window when he returned.

Ken and I were standing out front checking out our afternoon of work when Connie came strolling up the mall. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she approached.

He waited till Connie got there and said, "Hi Connie, you're looking hot today. Nice sweater, hun!" Ken's eyes were clearly admiring her gorgeous tits.

She winked at him and said, "Ken, glad you like them, err it." Trying to cover up her slip of the tongue.

"Singular or plural, Connie, you're still looking hot today." He replied.

I said, "We'll see you in an hour, dude." Ken turned and headed off to grab a bite to eat.

Connie offered him this advice. "Take your time Ken, it may be a busy night, and you'll want that full 60 minutes away."

Ken looked over his shoulder and said, "Okay, guys, I got the message. I'll see you in an hour."

Connie offered to get me a cup of coffee or an ice tea, but I declined her offer. She slid past me and walked over to sit in one of the customer chairs near the sales counter. Crossing her sexy legs seductively, she smiled at me.

"What an afternoon I've had," She said.

“Why’s that?” I questioned her.

"Well, remember that old guy who interrupted us this morning?" She asked.

"Sure I do, hun, he wanted to fuck you remember," I said, recalling her telephone call.

"Well, he must have searched the whole mall looking for me. Cause about an hour after I left, he came strolling in ET with such a grin on his face." Connie said.

"He didn't," I exclaimed. "What did he say," I added. 

"It's so funny. He gave me some lame-ass excuse that he was looking for a special sweater for his secretary and asked if I could show him what we had to offer." Connie continued, "I asked him what size she is." and he said, "About your size darlin. But I think her tits are a little smaller than yours."

I laughed and said, "Get outta town, did he really say that?"

"Oh yeah, and a lot more," Connie replied. "He said, but to be sure about that, I'd have to feel your tits darlin."

"We were off in one corner of ET at the time, and I thought for a moment he was going to try and touch my tits," Connie said.

"What did you do," I asked.

She said, "Well, I told him that just before he had come into Andover, you and I were in the backroom fucking our brains out. I told him that you had filled my pussy with your hot sticky cum."

I interrupted her story to ask, "You actually said those exact words to him?"

"I sure did." Connie continued. "I told him that as he and I stood there, your cum was still inside my hot pussy and that I had licked your cock clean before you came out front to wait on him."

I laughed and said, “What did he say.”

Connie grinned before she continued, "He got beet red in the face, and then I told him that there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of him touching my tits or getting anywhere near fucking me. That shoe salesman is the only guy who's getting anywhere near this hot body, Sir!"

"I guess when I called him Sir, he got pissed off, cause he just turned around and walked off. As he did, I heard him mumble. "What a bitch!"

The whole story was so funny, with one small exception. Connie told the old dude that I was the only man who was getting near her hot body. That was something I was delighted to hear.

I asked, "So other than fending off that horny old dude, how was your afternoon?"

"Geez Philly," Connie continued, "We were so damn busy I didn't have near enough chances to enjoy the taste you gave me this morning."

I said, "So you're still getting off at eight tonight?"

"Not a minute later," she answered. "I'm outta there at exactly eight. Are you going to wait here for me?"

I pointed to the window and said, “Yes, I have to get back in there to make a few adjustments when Ken gets back, so it looks like I’ll be around till eight.”

"Great! We can figure out what we want to do then," she replied, her lips forming a devilish grin.

"Actually, I already figured that out," I offered.

She smiled and said, "You have? I like the idea that you have already planned for tonight, my place or yours?"

"Neither," I said.

She got a perplexed expression on her face wondering what or where I was planning.

I said, "You'll have to stop by your place and change into some warm slacks." Knowing a couple of hours outside would freeze her naked ass in the short skirt she had worn today.

Her expression didn't change as she asked, "Where are we going?"

"That's a surprise," was all I offered as a reply?

Connie smiled and said, "I trust you, I'm sure I'll love where ever we're going."

Another remark that made me feel so good inside. She trusts me.

Connie said, "I'm going to go grab a quick bite to eat and head back to ET a little early, so I am sure to be out of there by eight."

"Good idea," I said.

She stood up and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before she whispered in my ear, "I meant what I said. I do trust you."

"That makes me feel so good inside," I told her.

"See you at eight," She said as she turned and walked toward the front of the store.

I've become very accustomed to watching her hips, swaying seductively as she walked. As she rounded the corner, she looked over her shoulder and blew me another kiss. I smiled broadly and winked at her.

I thought to myself, tonight maybe a night Connie and I will remember for the rest of our lives, and I wanted that memory to be special for us both.

Ken returned promptly at six o'clock, and I spent the next hour tiptoeing up through the display to reposition the shoes that were knocked over by the train. I'd forgotten to put rubber bands around the bottoms of my pant legs, so I had to set up a couple more pairs that were knocked over during my trek through the full window.

Making my way back out of the window, I closed the door and asked Ken to hit the lights. The window dazzled with holiday decorations. And I happily watched as the train circled through the display without hitting anything else. Just to be sure, I slowed the train down to a crawl and stood back to admire my work.

Ken said, "Looks darn, nice Phil, nice job, dude."

I remarked, “It does look pretty good, I’ll have to bring in my digital camera and get some shots to email to corporate tomorrow.

I waited on a customer or two while Ken was busy with a family of dad and three sons who were looking for shoes for some Christmas function they were going to attend.

This time of year, almost all our customers are in a good mood, and they happily part with some hard-earned cash for a pair of quality shoes.

At seven thirty-five, much to my surprise, Connie came in. She was smiling broadly and said, "Marsha let me leave a half-hour early."

"That's great, let me grab my stuff, and we'll get out of here," I said.

Ken had just finished with his big sale, and Connie and I waited until the customer left to talk to Ken.

"You're opening in the morning, right, Ken?" I asked.

 Ken replied. "Yep, take your time coming in, Phil. I'll see you whenever." Starting the next morning, the mall would be open an extra hour in the evening for the rest of the holiday season, so Ken and I had adjusted the schedule.

I said, "I should be here by one or one-thirty tomorrow Ken."

"No problem," he replied.

As Connie and I left, I offered her my arm, and she happily slipped her arm through my as we strolled across the crowded mall toward the exit.

She asked, "So, where are you taking me tonight that I need to change into some warm slacks?"

"Sweetheart, it's still a surprise," I answered.

She stopped and turned to me. "I love it when you call me sweetheart, and I love your surprises."

I smiled at her happy with the knowledge that she liked the term of endearment I’d used for her.

As we walked toward Connie's car, she snuggled close to me to ward off the brisk air of this early December night. She slipped behind the wheel of her car and started the engine. I leaned down and kissed her softly, caressing her cheek as I did.

I suggested, "Wear some warm slacks, sweetheart, okay."

She smiled and said, "Are we going to be outside?"

"It's a surprise. I'll follow you to your place, okay," I replied.

Traffic was quite heavy on the second Friday after Thanksgiving, and it took us the better part of twenty minutes to get out of the parking lot. As we made our way along Rt.12 toward Wynnwood Apartments, I tried to think of the best way to tell Connie exactly how I was feeling about our relationship. I wanted her to understand that I hoped our relationship would grow beyond the obvious lust we have for one another without feeling pressured into letting it advance beyond where it was.

Connie's car was parked in her assigned space outside her apartment when I pulled into the lot. I parked a few spaces away and shut off the engine. I walked to the entrance and rang her bell. The entry door buzzed, I pulled the door open and stepped inside. Two older women greeted me as I entered the lobby. They were busy decorating the potted trees in the lobby with Christmas lights. Both of them glanced toward me as I came through the lobby door.

"Evening, Ladies, getting ready for Christmas?" I asked. 

The younger of the two smiled at me and said,” Yes, we do this every year.” “Who are you here to see?” She asked.

"Connie in R-23," I responded.

"She just got in from work. And from the look on her face, she's looking forward to your visit too." The woman offered.

"Actually, we're going out," I said as I walked past them to the elevator.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

I put one finger to my lips and said, “It’s a surprise!”

The woman smiled at me as I stepped into the elevator before the door slid closed.

I arrived at Connie’s apartment to find the door cracked open an inch or so. I knocked lightly and pushed it open.

The hurricane lamp on the end table by Connie's sofa was lit, and I stood there for a second looking at that soft sheepskin rug Connie, and I had made love on two nights before. The memory of that first time we'd made love brought a massive smile to my lips.

I called her name, "Connie, I'm here, sweetheart."

She replied from her bedroom, "I'll be out in a minute. Make yourself comfortable."

I slipped off my coat and took a seat in the matching love seat, which faced her entertainment unit. My mind was still working to formulate the perfect words I’d say to her later tonight. I finally just decided I’d let the moment guide my words.

From behind, I heard the door to her room close and turned toward her as she walked through the short hall from her bedroom.

She smiled as she approached me and then said, "How do I look?"

Connie had changed into a pair of black jeans and lower-heeled boots. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had a fluffy white scarf loosely wrapped around her neck.

I smiled and said, "You look incredible as always."

"Think I'll need a hat?" She asked.

"It might be a good idea if you take one along, sweetheart," I replied.

Connie walked over to the love seat and sat down beside me.

She grinned and asked, "So, won't you at least give me a hint where you're whisking me off to tonight?"

I answered, "No way, I don't want to spoil the surprise. But we better get going cause it's going to take a half-hour to get there, and traffic may be heavy."

I stood up and offered my hand to her, which she happily accepted. As we walked toward the door, I was behind her. She opened the foyer closet and pulled a white ski jacket from its hanger. I took it from her, and as I held it for her to slip her arms into it, I leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the neck just behind and below her ear. She tilted her head to give me full access to the spot and sighed softly as my kiss sent a shiver down her spine. I broke the kiss before it led to a change of plans for the night.  

Connie asked, "Are you sure you wouldn't like to just settle here for the evening?"

"No way, I've been planning my surprise all day," I said.

Connie hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I love the idea that you're making plans ahead of time. Let's go I'm excited to find out what you've been planning."

We made the short walk to the elevator, and in a moment, the door slid open in the lobby. The two women I'd spoken to earlier were still hard at work with their decorating. As we walked past them, the friendly one said, "Have a good time tonight, kids."

I grinned at her and said, “I’m already having the time of my life.” 

As Connie and I walked to the parking lot, she said, "Those two are the biggest gossips in the whole complex. I'm sure that by this time tomorrow, they will have everyone in the building convinced we're going to be married by Valentine's Day."

I let the reference to marriage pass without comment.

As Connie and I walked toward my car, she said, "It's getting quite chilly tonight. Maybe I should have brought gloves too." She was still trying to get me to give up a clue as to where I was taking her.

I said, "If it gets too cold, we can just leave."

Opening the passenger door, I let Connie slip into the seat. I walked around and slid into the drivers' side, started the engine, and flipped on the seat warmers and stereo.

The radio station was already playing Christmas music, and I turned the volume down a little so Connie and I could talk as we drove to my surprise destination.

Pulling from the Wynnewood entrance back onto Rt. 12, I turned away from town and started heading off into the countryside.

Connie didn't ask where we were headed, knowing I wouldn't offer a clue to our final destination.

Traffic was much lighter outside town, and we made a good time. I made several turns and had her completely lost. My final turn was onto a back road that skirted along a small stream. In the spring, this stream would be teaming with stocked trout, but tonight its calm water would offer the reflection of what I hoped would be a most romantic setting.

As we crested a small hill, our destination came into view. Off in the distance, the night was aglow with what looked like a billion twinkling Christmas lights.

Connie exclaimed, "Oh my god, Philly, that is so beautiful!"

I slowed the car to let her enjoy the view and said, "Welcome to Holiday Lights, sweetheart."

Connie reached over and placed her hand on mine before she said, "What a beautiful surprise Philly!"

I felt the warmth of her heart through her hand, and smiled to myself in the darkness, knowing that first glimpse of my surprise had dashed some fears. Time would tell it other worries would be dashed that evening.

I made the turn into the parking area and stopped at the small booth to offer the attendant our donation for parking.

The lot wasn't full, and I had no trouble finding a space near the pathway that led into the heart of Holiday Lights.

Connie seemed so excited to walk that path with me. As I turned the engine off, she didn't wait for me to come around and open her door. She was out and standing in the cold crisp winter air, already enjoying the view immensely. I slipped my digital camera into my coat pocket and joined her. The sky was cloudless, and the moon hadn't risen, so along with twinkle of holiday lights, the sky was twinkling with the light from a billion stars. I couldn't have asked for a more romantic setting.

Connie gave me a huge hug and said, "This is incredible! I'm so pleased about your surprise for tonight."

I put my arm around her waist, and she snuggled in against me as we started walking down the path toward the main entrance. As we passed under the brightly lit archway at the gate, white lights spelled out "Welcome to Holiday Lights" The trail led downhill passing evergreen trees on both sides covered in multi-colored lights. Off in the distance, we could hear Christmas carols playing on a loudspeaker. Behind the Christmas trees and partway up a small slope, we could see a moving train. The lights that outline the wheels turned on and off in sequence, making it look like the wheels were turning.

There is so much to enjoy, and we both commented to each other each time we saw something we liked. Glowing figurines were everywhere set up in groups or as individual displays. A large barn at the end of the path was outlined in lights. At the corner of the barn, there was a signpost with several arrow signs directing visitors to the different areas. At the top was one that read North Pole Santa's workshop. The next one down read, Feed the reindeer, below that Christmas train display. The next to last one read, path of reflections, and finally, the bottom one read Holiday treats.

I said, "So, Connie, which way first?"

"Oh my Philly, I want to see everything. You decide I want to see everything. I'm just so happy to be here with you," Connie said.

"Okay, let's take a look at the trains first," I suggested.

She giggled and said, “Boys and their toys.”

It was a short walk to the small building with a sign hanging over the door that read Train Shop. We stepped inside and were greeted by a beautiful miniature scene. The room was dimly lit, and trains were running through the display everywhere. One end had a mountain snow scene complete with a ski slope and a working chair lift. There were thousands of delicate little trees, each one covered with a fresh coat of snow. Toward the center where the display was narrow, there was a train storage yard with all kinds of model trains displayed. The operators would carefully pull one train in the yard, and send another out to make its trip around the display. At the opposite end, the show depicted a small city complete with Christmas decorations and miniature Christmas trees. Each one carefully modeled and lit with fiber optics. It reminded me of the town of Bedford Falls from the classic holiday film; It's a Wonderful Life.

Connie and I marveled at the display's details, pointing out things we enjoyed most about the scene. As we watched the trains running around, I stood behind Connie and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight against me so I could whisper in her ear.

"This is so wonderful, Connie. I'm so happy we could share this." I said.

As we left the Christmas yard train display, I said, "You want to pick our next stop sweetheart?"

Connie said, "Well, I'm not really interested in feeding the reindeer. But if you'd like to walk over there and check them out, we can."

"Let's pass on the reindeer, besides I'm sure that is full of little kids," I answered.

Let's stop at Santa's workshop." She suggested.

We walked toward the small rustic looking building that served as Santa's workshop. There was a short cobblestone path that led to the front door. Lined with lighted candy canes, and the smell of firewood burning made the scene look and smell very inviting. I pulled the door open, and we stepped inside. To our left was a small gift counter and a grandmotherly looking woman who was offering trinkets and other cute little gifts. We glanced at them but didn't see anything that caught our fancy. On the other end was a big stone fireplace. The open-hearth and burning logs inside gave off warmth and glow that made every visitor feel very welcome. Of course, the centerpiece of Santa's Workshop was Santa himself. He carried on just like any Santa would, Ho, Ho, Ho, ing and laughing whenever anyone spoke to him.

I said, Well, Connie, here's your chance to tell Santa just what you want for Christmas."

She giggled and said, "I'm a little old to be sitting on Santa's lap."

"Oh, come on sweetheart, give the old guy a thrill," I said. "And while you're treating the jolly old elf, I can get a picture of you on his lap."

She smiled and said, "Okay, who knows maybe he'll give me what I really want for Christmas."

Connie approached Santa; his eyes got as big as saucers. She carefully sat down on his lap, and his smile got even more prominent.

"HoHoHo, What's your name, little girl?" Santa said, keeping in character.

“I’m Connie.” She replied.

"Have you been a good little girl this year, Connie?" Santa asked.

"Oh yes, I've been especially good this year Santa," Connie said. Her devilish grin gave away just how good she'd been.

“I’ve checked my list and saw that you’re on the very good girl side.” He replied.

I was happily snapping pictures of Connie sitting on this jolly old gentleman’s lap and was able to zoom in for a close up of her face with that devilish grin she had just flashed him.

"So tell Santa what you want for Christmas?" Santa asked.

Connie thought for a second, then leaned close to Santa’s ear and whispered something to him. I snapped a picture of her as her lips spoke softly in his ear.

Santa smiled broadly and said, "That's a pretty tall order, Connie. I'll try my best to see that it makes it under your tree on Christmas morning."

"Oh, thank you so much, Santa!" Connie replied. She leaned over and kissed him on his rosy cheek and whispered something else in his ear.

"HOHOHO" Santa exclaimed after Connie finished telling him something very privately. "That would make Santa very happy," he concluded.

Reaching down beside his chair, Santa presented Connie with a little candy cane and said, "You have a Merry Christmas Connie!"

She slid off his lap and smiled widely at me as she walked toward me. I was dying to know what she had asked him for and what she promised him to make him very happy. I'd have to ask her, but I doubted she would give up her little secret with Santa.

Santa was smiling widely as Connie, and I left his quaint little workshop.

Returning outside to the frosty night air, I slid my arm around her waist, and Connie snuggled in close to me. "Getting too cold for you?" I asked.

"Oh no, I'm feeling very warm inside." She replied than suggested. "Let's head for the Path of Reflections."

From Santa's Workshop, we made the short walk to a wooden footbridge across the stream to the Path of Reflections. Halfway across the bridge, Connie stopped and leaned back against the railing. She looked into my eyes and smiled.

Connie hugged me and whispered, "You're such an incredible man. I can't remember when I've felt better about being with someone. I just want you to know that since we met and especially the nights since Wednesday have been everything I could have dreamt of, you've made me so very happy, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

I placed my hands on either side of her face, gently caressing her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled brighter than all the glowing Christmas lights of this magical place. Her lips shimmered like the slow-moving water of the stream we were standing over. My lips moved closer to hers, barely touching them. She trembled in anticipation of this kiss. Our lips touched, and we felt the sparks of love ark between. She parted her soft, beautiful lips and offered me the very tip of her tongue. I slid my hands around the vision of beauty standing in front of me and pulled her tightly against me, my mouth opened and took her tongue between my lips.

She moaned softly as I kissed her more passionately then I'd ever kissed her before, the first kiss between two lovers who have fallen deeply in love. My lips moved from hers and slid toward her ear. I kissed her ear lobe before I whispered, "I love you, Connie, with all my heart, I love you."

I leaned back and looked deeply into her eyes; tears welled up in them as she smiled at me. Her hand came to my cheek, and she softly cupped it in her palm. Her fingers lightly stroked at my jaw. I single tear escaped the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. I started to speak her name, but she placed a finger on my lips to silence my voice.

Connie smiled and said, "Phil, I asked Santa for the gift you have just given me. I asked him to have you tell me tonight that you love me. I've been in love with you since the first time you smiled at me, Phil, since the first time you touched me, since the first time you kissed me. I love you with my heart and soul."

I gathered my love into my arms and hugged her tightly. I could almost feel her heart racing through her sweater and coat. I gently wiped the tear from her cheek and kissed her softly where that loving tear had been. Connie turned her head and returned my kiss. Two new lovers taking the time to express our love with gentle soft kisses. She felt so good in my arms. We fit so perfectly together. 

I was feeling such warmth inside, such a beautiful glowing warmth. I tried to explain that feeling to Connie, but words could not describe the sensation.

Connie said, "Phil, you don't have to describe what you're feeling. I'm feeling the same thing, love."

I kissed her again and circled her waist, leading my love across that footbridge that I'd always remember being where Connie and I had expressed our love for each other the first time.

As we walked along the Path of Reflections, the shimmering of Holiday Lights mirrored in the calm waters of the stream, mirror images that would forever be burned into our memories. We stopped many times along that path to hug and kiss each other.

At one spot, Connie was standing in front of me. I had my arms around her waist, and my nose nuzzled next to her ear. She said, Tell me again. I want to hear it again."

"I love you, Connie." I whispered, "I love you now and forever."

She leaned back against me and said, "Those words are so beautiful. Please never stop speaking them to me."

"Always and forever!" I said, "I promise you that I'll love you always and forever."

We reached the end of the Path of Reflections. Darkness was all that lay ahead, but as we turned to walk back toward our little footbridge, the full moon rose above the horizon and reflected its glowing light in the still waters of the stream.

Connie smiled at me and said, “How much more romantic a night could you have planned Phil. Your timing is perfect.”

I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips to kiss the back of her soft hand.

 I said, "Our timing is perfect, this setting, this beautiful romantic setting will only serve to enhance our memories of tonight. 

Connie and I walked back along the Path of Reflections arm in arm, basking in the glow of our newly pledged love for one another. As we strolled along the path, the Christmas lights from the other side reflected in the stream, and the moon shined brightly in the crisp winter air.

Reaching the footbridge where we had promised to love each other always, I stopped another couple and asked if they could take a picture of Connie and me.

We stood with the twinkling glow of Holiday lights behind us at the exact spot where we had told each other we were in love. Several poses later, I thanked the guy I'd asked to take pictures and retrieved my camera. They headed down the path enjoying the sights.

I turned to Connie and said, "I feel like the luckiest man on earth tonight. I feel so good inside.

Connie looked into my eyes and said, "Philly, I'm the lucky one here. I've fallen in love with the most romantic man on earth. I wish I could describe how safe, how complete you've made me feel tonight."

I took her hand in mine, and we slowly made our way back toward our last stop, the big barn that served as the refreshment stand and gift shop.

As we walked by Santa's workshop, the jolly old elf was standing around the side of the building, sneaking a smoke. He saw us and waved at Connie. She smiled at him and gave him the thumbs-up sign letting him know that her Christmas wish had already come true.

I pulled the heavy door to the gift shop open and ushered Connie inside.

"Want some hot chocolate?" I asked.

Connie giggled and said, "No, I want some hot Philly in a little while!" 

I led her over to the gift display and said, "We'll be putting up a Christmas tree at your place soon, let me buy you a special ornament for our first Christmas together.

Connie looked at me and said, "God, is there anything you haven't thought of to make me feel so absolutely special tonight."

She instantly picked a small delicate angel.

"This one is perfect. It'll forever remind me of my guardian angel, my sweet romantic guardian angel," Connie said.

I smiled my approval and leaned close to her, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

The sales clerk wrapped the angel carefully with white tissue and placed it in a bag. I thanked her as I paid for Connie’s special ornament.

Handing the bag to Connie, I took her hand in mine, and we left the shop. As we walked along the path to the parking lot, she said, "I want to come back here every year from now on. This will be our special place. The place where we can share memories of Christmas' past and present. Where we can dream of Christmas' yet to come."

We stopped along the path several times to hug each other tightly and to kiss. Soft loving kisses. As we approached my car, Connie said, "Take me, home love, take me home to my apartment and our bed."

As I drove toward her apartment, I thought to myself. Connie had let me into her life, opened her heart to me, and given me her soul. I felt as if the doubts and fears she had expressed had been vanquished from her mind. Time would tell if that were really true, but we would cherish the feelings we had for one another for many nights to come.

As I closed the door to her apartment behind us, Connie turned to me. She lifted her face toward mine, and her eyes sparkled lustfully at me.

"Make love to me, Philly, make sweet passionate love to me." She asked.

I slowly slid her coat off her shoulders and dropped it on the chair next to the door. My coat joined hers, and I scooped her up in my arms to carry her to the bedroom. Our mouths met in a tender, loving kiss. She parted her lips and offered her tongue to me as I slowly let her feet again touch the floor.

She spoke in a lustful whisper, "God, I want you so much!" 

Reaching behind her head, I released her hair from the constraint that held it in a ponytail all evening. Connie shook her head slightly, and her hair cascaded down and over her shoulders. I pulled her tightly against me. Our mouths melted together, tongues entwined in a passionate, sensual kiss, a lustful kiss that intensified as it lingered.

Pulling her sweater from the waistline of her jeans, I lifted it over her head. As her sweater came off, she again shook out her hair, framing her lovely face. I took a half step back and gazed at her beauty; her breasts strained at the lacy material edging her bra. Her eyes looked like dark pools of passion. Her lips begged to be kissed.

Connie smiled and said, "Take your time lover. I want this to be another incredible memory we make tonight."

My hand slid up her back and into her hair. I grabbed two handfuls and tilted her head back just a little. Leaning toward her, my lips touched her neck, she shuddered as my lips traced along the soft skin below her chin. Slowly my lips inched their way down until I was kissing between her beautiful tits and into her succulent cleavage.

Connie moaned deeply as my lips made their way across the soft, warm flesh of her tits.

She begged, "Oh yes, kiss me everywhere."

I continued kissing the heaving flesh of her tits above the material of her bra my hands slid down her belly to the button that held her jeans tightly around her waist. Unbuttoning her jeans and sliding the zipper down allowed me to circle her waist with fingertips inside the material. As I reached the sides, I pushed her jeans down and off her hips. Her shapely thighs still held the denim material in place, and I hooked a finger in each side of her thong and pulled it up and over her hips.

Connie moaned as the material of her thong, dug into her crotch.

She whispered, "God, you make me feel like a Christmas present the way you're un-wrapping me."

Slowly I crouched down as my hands pushed the denim material the remaining length of her very sexy legs. Connie placed the toe of one boot against the heel of the other and stepped out of the boot. I held the other as she pulled her other foot from its leather confinement. Her jeans followed my hands the remaining distance down her legs until they were a heap of black denim around her ankles. She stepped out of them and spread her feet apart.

As I straightened up, I took a step back to gaze again at her near-naked body. The look in her eyes was becoming more and more lustful, with each passing second. My cock was nearly fully erect and straining at the material of my slacks. I wanted her to un-wrap my body just as I had done hers.

"Your turn Connie," I said as I took her hands in mine and guided them to the top button of my shirt.

Connie smiled lustfully at me as she scratched her nails down my chest through the cotton material of my white dress shirt. She reached my belt and unbuckled it slowly. One hand pulled the belt from around my waist as the other slid along the bulge in the front of my slacks.

She grinned and said, "What is this? It feels so hard, and it seems to be pulsating.

"You'll just have to unwrap it to find out what it is," I said, playing along with her.

Her hands slid back up my chest until she reached the top button. Connie wanted to tease me as much as possible.

She said, "You know I usually just rip the paper off my gifts, but this paper is so nice. I think I'll be cautious so I can save it for another gift."

Her fingertips began to move almost in slow motion as she unbuttoned one button after another. Each time she exposed more of my chest, she scratched at the skin with her nails. I began to quiver with anticipation. Chills ran up and down my spine as her fingertips and nails caressed me.

I never lost eye contact with her the entire time she worked her way down my shirt. Her eyes hypnotized me, their lustful pools of passion, screaming at me how much she wanted me.

After what seemed like an eternity, Connie reached the last button above the waistline of my slacks. Grabbing the cotton material on either side of the line of buttons, she slowly pulled my shirt out of my slacks. Two more buttons slowly came undone under her expert fingertips. The final one just in front of my now rock hard cock. As the last button slipped from its corresponding hole, my shirt fell open and away from her hands.

Her fingertips and incredible nails slid the length of my erection, eliciting a throaty moan from deep inside me. She scratched up and down along the pulsating length of my cock several times, feeling it twitch.

"Oh god, take it out, please!" I begged.

She smiled and said, “But baby half the fun is un-wrapping such a special gift.”

Her fingers finally gave in to my begging and undid the button above the zipper. One hand held the material at the button while the other moved the zipper down, inch by inch until she reached the bottom.

My cock was so hard I thought it would tear the material of my jockey shorts in an attempt to be released into her soft sensual hands. Connie slid the waist band of my slacks over my hips, and they fell around my ankles. She slid her fingernails once again along the length of my cock, causing it to twitch and actually lift the elastic waistband from my skin. My erection begged to be uncovered, begged for her touch, and used for her pleasure. 

Connie licked her lips, took a step back from me then said, "Now I am going to let you watch me finish un-wrapping my gift to you, and then you can finish un-wrapping your gift for me.

She began swaying her hips side to side very seductively. Her hands began sliding along the sides of her thighs up and down over and over again as she seduced me with her movements. Her fingertips hooked into the sides of her thong, and she pulled it higher on her hips. Letting the material snap back against her flesh, she slid her hands up to cup her tits pushing them together to form deeper cleavage between her delicious mounds of pleasure.

My eyes were bigger than saucers. I stood there motionless as she continued her seduction by movement. Her hands slid up to the creamy skin above the lace, and she dipped her fingers between her tits, slowly sliding them out again and toward the sides of her heaving breasts. Lifting them, she lowered her head and extended her tongue to trace small wet lines across the soft skin with her tongue.

Connie was enjoying this seduction as much as me, and I told her, "You are so sexy! So absolutely hot!"

She flipped her head up, and her hair followed, falling behind her shoulders, exposing the soft, smooth skin that was only broken by her bra's straps. Her hands slid behind, and I watched as the fabric of her bra lost its tight grip on her tits. She brought her hands back to the front and slid them up over her tits once again. Leaning slightly forward but still holding the cups firmly against her tits, she allowed the straps to fall along the sides of her arms.

I was so turned on, so completely mesmerized by her seduction that I couldn’t speak. I could only moan as she reduced her grip and allowed the material to fall from her tits.

The bra fell from her hands, sliding off her arms between us. Connie slid her hands back up to her now naked breasts to caress and pinch her erect nipples.

She finally spoke, “Oh baby, I can hardly wait to feel your hands on these.” Cupping her tits and rubbing the nipples with her thumbs as she spoke.

I couldn't wait! I reached for her, but Connie took a step back and wiggled one long sexy finger at me before saying, "Not till your gift is completely un-wrapped. Then you can play until your heart's content." 

"You're killing me," I said.

She just smiled and continued with her seduction by motion.

I could only imagine how long it would take for Connie to remove the final bit of wrapping from her gift to me. But I was more than willing to endure since her seduction only heightened the anticipation of what we both knew would be spectacular.

She began the final un-wrapping by sliding her fingertips along the edge of the triangle covering her pussy. First down, then back up to continue along the thin slivers of material over her hips. She pulled the cloth away and made like she was going to slide it down but released the straps, letting them snap against her hips.

Connie took another step back and leaned against the side of our bed. She smiled as she slowly sat down. Her hands slid backward, supporting her while she lay down. As her head made contact with the soft white comforter, her legs lifted off the floor. As they continued up, she slid her hands down to her ass, then up along the back of her thighs, until her legs were pointed straight up toward the ceiling. 

I groaned deeply at the sight of her gorgeous legs extended up in the air but gasped as her hands slid between her knees and pushed those beautiful legs apart. The gap between her thighs widened, her hands slid down toward the bottom of the vee her thighs formed. Reaching the lacy material that covered her, she pulled it away with one finger and showed me the rosebud it covered.

Connie moaned as her finger slid inside then up to circle the hood of flesh, hiding her clitoris. She finally spoke again, "I need you inside me!"

Her fingers slid to the thin straps of material at her hips, and she pulled them away, stretching the material until it broke. The remains of her thong fell between her thighs on the bed, and she again slid her hands to her glistening pussy.

She moaned deeply as the effects of her seduction by motion took their toll on her.

My lover was ready for me, she'd un-wrapped the most precious of gifts, and I gladly accepted that gift!

Connie smiled seductively at me before she said, "Do you like your gift?"

I shook my head yes and said, "The most precious gift I've ever received."

"Aren't you going to finish un-wrapping your gift to me?" She asked.

I smiled at her, and the little boy in me took control, wanting that gift un-wrapped as quickly as possible. I reached down and yanked my jockeys off in an instant.

Connie giggled, “Just like a man, can’t wait to play with his gifts.”

I moved between her thighs, my hard rock erection pointing straight at her glistening moist pussy. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed.

I looked into her eyes and said, "Tell me what you want?"

She responded with two words, “Fuck me!”

Holding my rock hard throbbing cock in my hand, I rubbed the head along the slit of her pussy. She moaned softly as the velvety flesh slid along the lips to her love cup. She wanted me inside her; she wanted my cock soaking inside her.

My cock spread those luscious lips and was coated with her moisture. I pushed forward, slipping inside. I could feel her heat surrounding me. I wanted more. Pressing forward, I slowly sank my cock deeper and deeper into her. Her internal muscles clamped down around me and invited me deeper into her steamy tight cunt. Forward until my balls were resting against her ass, I stopped and flexed my muscles, causing my cock twitch up inside her, rubbing against her cervix. Connie moaned deeply as my twitching member filled her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she locked her heels behind my back. I withdrew until only the head of my cock remained inside her soaking wet pussy. She pulled me in again with her legs. My balls slapped against her ass. Leaning forward, I slid my hands under her, lifted her off the bed and up tightly against my chest. She was impaled on my throbbing cock.

Our mouths met in a deep sensual kiss, tongues circling one another like two snakes of pleasure. She bit my lips, and I moaned. I sucked her tongue deep into my mouth. My hands were under her ass holding her up

I turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed. Releasing my grip on her, I fell back onto the bed. My hands instantly went to her firm full breasts, kneading them gently.

"Fuck me!" I pleaded.

As she started moving up and down on my cock, I began thrusting up into her. Our bodies slapping against each other, my hands always moving, always exploring her body. I pinched her nipples hard, and she groaned.

"Oh yeah, that's it, Philly, pinch them hard," She screamed.

I lifted my body as I pulled her toward me so I could take one nipple between my lips, suck it, bite it, and lick around it. Connie reached behind my head and pulled my mouth harder against her tits.

"Oh, god, that feels so fuckin' good," she said as she bounced her hips up and down on my cock. Her pussy was so wet. Splashing sounds came from us as she drove me deep inside.

"You are so fucking hot!" I squealed. "Fuck me faster," I begged.

Connie began shaking. First her head, her long auburn locks flying everywhere. She was quickly turning into a quivering mass of passion.

"Oh, I love how you fuck me!" She said.

Her pussy became the center of that quivering mass of passion as she approached the summit of sexual pleasure.

"Yes, oh, fuck YES!" She cried as her orgasm crept up on her quickly.

Her hips lifted further than before, and she slammed back down, driving me hard inside as her orgasm began. Over and over, she slammed her sopping wet cunt down on my cock.

Inaudible sounds of pleasure escaped her throat as her orgasm peaked. She flooded with juice. Hot wet woman juice, I love the way that first flood of her juices fills her pussy. I love the way it scorches my cock. I love the way it flows from her onto my balls. 

Connie’s hips slowly began lifting less and grinding more as she rode the final waves of her orgasm. She’d cum very hard and very fast, and I wanted to give her more.

I pulled my lover down tightly against me, our sweat mingled. She rubbed her tits against my hairy chest and cooed softly as her orgasm subsided. Only her hips twitched as she kept the feeling going as long as possible. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and just moaned over and over again.

She finally regained enough of her senses to whisper in my ear, "I love you, Philly."

I turned my head and kissed her softly on the lips before I whispered, "I love you, Connie."

Our kiss expressed our love for each other, almost as well as our words. A soft sensual, passionate kiss only two people completely in love can share.

Breaking our kiss, Connie said, "What an incredible orgasm. You make me cum so hard and fast.

"Do you want more?" I asked, knowing her answer before I asked the question.

"Oh god, please, give it to me again. Fuck me from behind," she pleaded.

Connie slid off my rock hard cock and reached down to stroke is several times. She looked deeply into my eyes before she begged me again, "Please, fuck me nice and slow from behind."

Turning toward the headboard Connie got on all fours, she pulled a pillow under her and lowering her head to the smooth satin fabric. Her ass was sticking up; she spread her legs so I could move between them. As her thighs parted the lips of her pussy opened, and droplets of her juice oozed out of her. She was dripping wet and ready for my raging cock. I knelt behind her and slid my cock between her ass cheeks rubbing it against her anus, moving back a little I let my cock slip below and against the pulsating lips of her soaking wet cunt. I rubbed it up and down along the length of her slit.

Connie groaned deeply and begged me, "Inside me, put it inside me now, lover!"

My hands came to rest on her ass, and I could look down and watch as the dark blood-red head of my cock disappeared between her swollen lips. I gave her several quick thrusts with just the head inside, and she cooed her delight.

"Oh baby, that feels so fucking good," she said.

I started giving her a little more with each successive thrust, and she moaned louder with each deeper thrust into her.

I groaned as the last inches disappeared inside her soaking wet pussy. With my balls resting against her pubic mound, I pulled her hips back harder against me as I flexed the muscles that caused my cock to slide upwards inside her. The head rubbed against her cervix, causing my lover to shudder with delight.

Connie said, "Oh my god, that feels incredible. I love it when you do that."

I slowly withdrew until only the tip of my cock kept the lips of her pussy spread.

She begged me, "Again, bury that fucking cock inside me again."

Her swollen pussy grasped at my cock as I moved forward again, slowly burying it to the hilt.

Connie reached down between her thighs and rubbed her clit with her middle finger as I withdrew from her again. I slid my hands to her hips and thrust my erection into her fast and hard until it slammed into her cervix. She squealed with pleasure and slid her nails over my scrotum to my ass, holding me inside her. Her nails scratched at my balls as I withdrew again.

"God damn, you're so hot inside," I said.

Slowly the tempo of our lovemaking increased. My cock thrusting into her faster and faster with each passing second, her hips pressing back to meet each thrust.

I started to feel that incredible tingling deep in my loins as I fucked her harder and faster. She felt my cock swell as I approached orgasm.

"Oh god, yes, faster baby, fuck me faster. Make me cum with you," She screamed.

My hips couldn't move faster, I couldn't drive my cock into her harder. I pulled her pussy back toward my invading cock just as I felt the hot cum boil up into the shaft of my cock. Connie's pussy flooded with juices.

"I'm cumming," I screamed. "Cum with me, Connie."

"Yes, oh my fuckin' god, I'm there baby, I'm cummmmmingggg." She cried.

Her muscles clamped down on me as hot cum shot out of me, drowning her pussy with hot sticky sperm. A flood of cum shot from me mixing with her fluids.

I groaned over and over as my cock emptied its self into her.

"Oh god, yes, give it all to me, I want every drop deep inside me," Connie said.

She moaned as wave after wave of sexual pleasure crashed between us. Our bodies twitching in unison, sweat oozing from every pore of our bodies. Her pulsating cunt held my cock tightly as the final few drops of sperm flowed into her.

Entirely spent, I collapsed down on top of her. Every muscle in my body twitched. Connie moaned as my weight pressed down on her, and my still hard cock soaked in the pool of juices inside her.

I slid off her, and my cock slipped from its soaking white-hot sheave. Connie rolled onto her side and slid against me. Our lips met in a passionate, searching kiss. I slid my free hand into her hair, pushing it back from her face. My hand grasped the back of her head and pressed her mouth tighter against mine. Our tongues danced between parted lips as our kiss of loving passion continued.

Connie finally broke our kiss and gasped for air. She moaned deeply as our bodies pressed against one another. Looking deeper into her eyes, then I'd ever looked before I said, "I love you!"

Connie sighed and moved her lips to kiss me tenderly. Her hand stroked my face. She smiled and said, "I love you too."

As we lay there caressing each other tenderly, I could begin to feel the emotional walls she had built around her heart and soul begin to come crashing down.

I was her man, her lover, her confidant, and best friend.

She is the love of my life; I've known that since the first moment I lay eyes on her.

 She spoke again, "I feel so connected with you. I can read your mind."

"If you're reading that I'll love you always and forever, Connie, then you truly can read my mind," I responded.

"Always and forever," she said. "It feels so good hearing those words from your lips. I've never felt safer in my life," she continued. "I want this feeling to last until I take my last breath."

"I want your name to be the last word I speak," I replied.

Connie and I were deeply in love; we'd share countless memories over the next four decades. A wedding, the birth of three children, the joy of watching them grow and start families of their own. As Connie and I approached our 40th anniversary together and we made our 40th trip to Holiday Lights. I still held her like I had that first night. Tenderly, lovingly, and her eyes never stopped sparkling like the twinkling lights and stars of the night, we fell in love.

The End.