I Love To Push Limits With A Little Holiday Handjob!

With Thanksgiving nearing, I look back to my naughty escapades like a holiday handjob at various dinners.

Last year I was invited to my boyfriend’s for Thanksgiving, and I gave him a holiday handjob. Dozens of family members, enough food to feed an army, total chaos. I wasn’t used to such gatherings, as my family is very small. He said they’d never notice if I gave him a holiday handjob under the table. During dinner. Yes, he was serious. I thought he was nuts for even suggesting such a thing. They were all so busy talking, arguing and filling their faces, he said no one would notice. I was not sure about this, but he wanted to. During the dinner, the table was very active. So many items passed around, voices talking over one another.

My boyfriend grabbed my hand under the table and placed it on his alpha cock. He was already hard. He had already unzipped. Then, he slid my hand into his pants and I fondled him gently. I certainly couldn’t have my arm making up and down movements, so I was subtle. I caressed and teased. Rubbed the head of his cock with my thumb. I heard his breathing catch in his throat, but no one else noticed. There were so many people around us. Yet no one seemed to notice one of them was getting a holiday handjob. I squeezed my fingers around his shaft and teased him as best I could. He twitched a bit in his seat.

Then, I soon felt some warm wetness on my fingers.

I knew he’d cum from the secret, under the table holiday handjob. I got up to go wash my hands and came back and finished the meal with no one saying anything. We snuck away without anyone catching us. He had the silliest grin on his face the rest of the meal. Later that night after the dinner we were driving back home and he said how much he’d enjoyed that. You’d think most guys would prefer a blow job to a hand job. Some seriously do like a handjob better. This year we’re going to my parents for Thanksgiving. So I don’t know if that’s going to be a repeat act or not. I’m kind of guessing not, since that gathering won’t be as large.

With fewer people, there’s more attention on the ones that are there. It’s not as divided. One other thing my boyfriend loves while I give him a holiday handjob is my sharing past experiences. He likes to hear about some of my wild, sexual misadventures I had with previous lovers and boyfriends. You’d think most would get jealous about that, but it arouses him no end. Last night as I was stroking his cock I told him about how this one boyfriend loved public sex. I told him how we used to go to this one park. It had a popular hiking trail and woods. Yes, you could be there an hour and not see anyone.

You could also pass people every few minutes on a busy day while giving a holiday handjob.

You never knew what was going to be busy though. We’d get slightly off the walking trail and fuck there in the woods. I wouldn’t even hold back my moans. I’d just be as loud as I wanted to be. I know we were hear, and possibly seen a few times. I was giving him his holiday handjob and telling him all of this. He loved the idea I was moaning loudly out in some hiking area. Being heard by who knows how many people. I was naked out there in the woods, getting fucked. If someone had ventured even a little bit off the trail, we’d have been seen. If ones had followed the moans to see where they were coming from.

No one did though, to our knowledge in any case. He blew his load all over my fingers, leaving trails of cum down to my wrist. I never mind giving him a hand job. They are easy to do, and even if I’m tired, I can manage. It’s about the least amount of work and he appreciates them dearly. So, we will just have to see how Thanksgiving goes in a couple of weeks with my family. It should be fun to try in any case.