Fantasy; One Steamy Christmas

He Was What Fantasies Are Made Of

I couldn’t help but have a hot fantasy about the sexy young man who helped me with my Christmas tree. I bought a beautiful spruce tree right after Thanksgiving. The tree farm said that, for an additional fee, they’d send someone not only to deliver it but also to set it up. It was easier than struggling and trying to do it alone. He was to come the next day, and that night I had a hot dream about him. I saw the fit young college student’s muscles, even though he was dressed warmly. And I dreamed he finished putting up my tree and turned around to undress.

I didn’t say a word; I just reached out to help him undress. He was so hot his abs were like a washboard. I bit my lower lip as I traced my hand up and down that stomach. I reached for his belt and unbuckled it quickly. This fantasy was getting me wet. I pulled out his large, quickly hardening cock, and it sprang out and bobbed invitingly in the air. I reached out to stroke it and was soon on my knees sucking its swollen, dripping head. And I opened my mouth fully and relaxed my throat. He slipped his turgid shaft right into my waiting mouth. I felt his warm cock going down my throat and closed my lips around it.

Christmas Had Come Early For Me

I could feel his warm, full balls on my chin as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth. Getting to fuck such a great-looking guy was my fantasy, and he was living up to it. Maybe Christmas had come a bit early for me this year. I undid my blouse as I was sucking him and freed my tits. I unhooked my front closure bra and took my tits in my hands. And I placed his cock between them and rubbed them up and down his hard cock. Soon, his pre-cum dripped onto my breasts, making them glisten. He was breathing hard as his arousal grew.

I stood up, pulled my skirt down, and took my panties off. I bent over the arm of the sofa, and he came into my cunt from behind. The room smelled of pine and sex, an interesting combination, yet pleasantly so. He filled my pussy up and rammed into me full speed. The whole sofa lurched forward a bit with each thrust. I was groaning with delight at his cock and how he fucked me. My last boyfriend was nothing to write home about in the cock department. So this cock was a delightful treat in comparison. I was feeling oh so good as each stroke of his dick grazed my sensitive clit. I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts and increase my pleasure. This was the perfect girlfriend experience.

I Was Enjoying This Fantasy So Much

It wasn’t long until I was cumming on his cock and enjoying this fantasy oh so much. I creamed on his dick and made it so slippery. I could feel his own cock begin to gush inside me and squirt. He squeezed my tits in his hands as he came and grunted in my ear. I straightened up and felt how squishy wet my pussy was. And I cupped my cunt in my hand to catch the wetness that was now oozing out of me. I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked it off. He looked shocked to see me do such a dirty thing, but he smiled. I knew it turned him on to see me taste myself and him on my hand and fingers.

I cleaned off his cock with my tongue again and zipped him up. My naughty little Christmas helper had made this a holiday to remember as it was. My fantasy ended when I woke with a smile on my face. There was also a wet spot on my sheets. I thought about calling him. Surely though think it odd the lady who he helped with her tree would be calling him? Maybe some fantasies are best just left as that. Just a fantasy. He sure was a fine-looking boy, though. Maybe next year.

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