It was the Sunday before Christmas, the coldest day of the s..

It was the Sunday before Christmas, the coldest day of the season so far. The buzzer rings. Who’s this? “It’s Kara”. My heart raced of surprise and excitement. We’ve been unofficially dating for a week or so, but had no plans of seeing each other for the Holidays since her boyfriend had just gotten in town to spend the end of the year with her. What is she doing here, I wondered? She walked up the stairs and I opened the door. When she got in, I could feel the coldness of the winter air wrapping her up. She was too shy to kiss, I think, and silently removed her thick coat with a smile. “I am on my way to see my boyfriend at his family’s place. I was in the neighborhoods, and thought I’d swing by to say I and wish you Happy Holidays”. That’s so sweet! I’m happy to see you. Want a glass of wine? She looked so pretty, fancied up in her designer’s dress, on heels, with impeccable hair and wearing bright red lipstick. “Oh no thank you – I can’t stay long, I’m already late”. Oh, ok, then. I sat on the sofa, hoping she would do the same to stay a moment with me. She smiled and kneeled in front of me. Looking straight into my eyes, she gently slid her hands from my knees up to my belt. Unbuttoned my jeans, pulled my boxer down and pulled my cock and balls out. What the fuck. She licked them from the base for a moment ; then went up the shaft in a giggle and swiftly swallowed all of my hardness in her mouth. Her hands on my belt, she started to stroke my cock with her tight lips, pushing the tip of me down throat with ever push. She was moaning. Giggling. Moaning louder. I thought man, this girl is crazy. I liked that she was so confident of not even using her hands – just her mouth. I swear I wish I hadn’t come so quickly but I did. That’s only when she grabbed me with both hands, stroking and squeezing my shaft while sucking the tip of it to extract all the cum I had to offer. She continued for a minute; she seemed to really enjoy it. Eventually, she stood up and went to the kitchen to spit. She came back, all proud, satisfied and smiling. I was in heaven. She grabbed her lipstick form her purse, went to the mirror to adjust herself. “I hope I’ll get to see you next year. I was just missing you already”. She put on her coat, kissed me on the cheek and walked out, with the taste of me all over her mouth, to spend the evening with her boyfriend.