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A Christmas to Remember

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Mary Ellen stepped out of the cab, her heart fluttering with excitement. The crisp December air nipped at her cheeks, but she barely noticed as she gazed up at the grand entrance of the Cosmopolitan Center. The concert hall’s facade was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, setting the perfect festive mood for the evening. She had been looking forward to this night for weeks, ever since Steve had invited her to the Christmas concert.

Mary Ellen, with her fiery red hair and captivating blue eyes, was a vision in her elegant green velvet dress. The garment hugged her curves, accentuating her lean figure. She loved dressing up for occasions like this, feeling like a character from one of the classic novels she adored. As she entered the lobby, the sound of the orchestra tuning their instruments filled the air, sending a thrill down her spine.

Steve was already waiting for her, leaning casually against a pillar. His light brown hair was styled casually, and his green eyes lit up with delight when he spotted her. He straightened up, admiring her beauty.

“You look absolutely stunning, Mary Ellen,” he greeted her, taking her coat and handing it to the attendant. “That dress was made for you.”

Mary Ellen blushed, feeling a warm glow spread through her body at his compliment. “Thank you, Steve. You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, taking in his sharp suit and the confident smile that played on his lips.

They made their way to their seats, the atmosphere in the concert hall buzzing with anticipation. The orchestra took their places, and as the conductor raised his baton, the room fell into a hushed silence. The music filled the hall, a beautiful symphony of Christmas carols and classical pieces. Mary Ellen closed her eyes, letting the melodies wash over her, feeling the stress of her daily life melt away.

Steve, seated beside her, couldn’t take his eyes off Mary Ellen. He loved the way she immersed herself in the music, her lips slightly parted in concentration, her pale skin glowing in the soft lighting. He knew she was a woman of many passions, and her love for the arts was just one of the qualities that drew him to her.

The concert flew by, and before they knew it, the final notes were fading into the air. The audience erupted into enthusiastic applause, and Mary Ellen and Steve joined in, their hands stinging from the enthusiastic clapping.

“That was incredible,” Mary Ellen exclaimed as they made their way out of the hall. “I could listen to them all night.”

“I know just the place for us to continue the evening,” Steve said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “How about a bite to eat at my restaurant? It’s just around the corner, and I promise you’ll love it.”

Mary Ellen’s curiosity was piqued. She had heard about Steve’s restaurant, but they had never dined there together. “Lead the way,” she said, linking her arm with his.

The winter air was chilly, but they were soon inside the cozy warmth of Steve’s restaurant. It was a charming place, with low lighting, exposed brick walls, and a lively atmosphere. They were shown to a cozy corner booth, and Steve ordered a bottle of wine, knowing Mary Ellen’s preference for a full-bodied red.

As they chatted, their conversation flowing effortlessly, Mary Ellen felt a growing sense of connection with Steve. His wit and intelligence were a perfect match for her own, and she found herself laughing freely, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I’m glad I convinced you to come out tonight,” Steve said, reaching across the table to take her hand. “I’ve been wanting to spend some quality time with you for ages.”

Mary Ellen’s heart skipped a beat at his touch. “I’m glad I came too,” she replied, her voice soft and breathy. “This evening has been perfect so far.”

They shared a moment of intense eye contact, the air between them crackling with unspoken desire. Steve leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do all night,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Mary Ellen’s eyes widened, her body tingling with anticipation. “What’s that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“This,” he said, and without warning, he captured her lips in a searing kiss.

Mary Ellen melted into the kiss, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she responded with equal passion. Their tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths, tasting the wine and desire. It was as if a dam had broken, and all the pent-up tension between them was released in that moment.

Breaking away, they were both breathless, their eyes dark with lust. Steve’s hand found its way to Mary Ellen’s thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on the soft fabric of her dress. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

Mary Ellen nodded, her body throbbing with want. They quickly settled the bill, and Steve grabbed his coat, leading her out into the cold night. They hailed a cab, and soon they were speeding through the city, the streets aglow with Christmas decorations.

In no time, they arrived at Steve’s apartment building. Mary Ellen’s heart was pounding as they stepped into the elevator, the mirrored walls reflecting their flushed faces. The ride up seemed to take an eternity, the anticipation building with each passing second.

Steve fumbled with his keys as they entered his apartment, the door clicking shut behind them. The place was cozy and tastefully decorated, with a large Christmas tree standing proudly in the living room, its lights twinkling merrily.

“I’ve been dreaming of having you under my tree,” Steve confessed, his voice thick with desire. He pulled her towards him, his lips finding hers once more.

Mary Ellen’s hands roamed over his broad shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back fiercely. They stumbled towards the fur rug in front of the fireplace, their kisses growing more desperate, their bodies yearning for release.

Steve gently pushed Mary Ellen onto the soft fur, his hands skillfully unzipping her dress. The garment slid from her shoulders, baring her pale skin and lacy red bra. He gazed at her, his eyes dark with appreciation, before lowering his head to kiss the valley between her breasts.

Mary Ellen arched her back, her hands gripping the fur beneath her as his tongue teased her sensitive skin. He unhooked her bra with nimble fingers, revealing her full, rosy nipples. He took one into his mouth, suckling gently, then teasing it with his teeth, causing her to gasp and squirm beneath him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, his hands roaming over her hips, tracing the lace of her panties. “I want to taste all of you.”

Mary Ellen moaned, her body on fire. She wanted him, needed him, and she reached down to unbuckle his belt, eager to free him from his clothing. Steve stood, kicking off his shoes and quickly shedding his clothes, revealing his muscular body and erect cock.

He knelt between her thighs, his hands gently parting her legs, exposing her wetness. Mary Ellen’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him lower his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her. He licked her slowly, savoring her essence, his fingers gently probing her entrance.

“Oh, Steve,” she moaned, her head thrown back, her red hair fanning out on the fur. “Yes, right there.”

Steve smiled against her, his tongue working its magic, driving her wild. He found her sweet spot, and Mary Ellen’s hips bucked off the rug, her orgasm building rapidly. She was close, so close, and she reached down, gripping his hair, urging him on.

“I want you inside me,” she panted, her voice hoarse with desire.

Steve lifted his head, his eyes smoldering with passion. “I want that too, but not yet,” he said, his voice husky. “I want to make this last.”

He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock hovering at her entrance. Mary Ellen lifted her hips, eager to take him in, but Steve had other plans. He lowered himself, his lips finding her sensitive clit, his tongue swirling and flicking, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.

“Please, Steve,” she begged, her body trembling. “I need you now.”

Steve chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through her. “Not yet, my beautiful Mary Ellen,” he said, his voice filled with promise. “I want to make you come like this first.”

He continued his relentless assault on her clit, his fingers plunging into her wetness, curling and stroking, finding her G-spot. Mary Ellen’s body arched off the rug, her hands clutching at the fur, her moans filling the room.

“Oh God, I’m gonna…” she gasped, her words trailing off as her orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her, leaving her breathless and trembling.

Steve continued his ministrations, drawing out her pleasure, until she was writhing beneath him, her body hypersensitive, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through her.

“Now,” she panted, her eyes pleading. “Please, now.”

Steve rose above her, his cock poised at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled her, his length sliding deep inside her wet heat. Mary Ellen cried out, her body welcoming him, her muscles clenching around him.

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her, hitting all the right spots. Mary Ellen’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she met his thrusts, her body rising to meet his.

The fur rug beneath them provided a soft, sensual surface, enhancing the pleasure as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. The Christmas tree lights twinkled, casting a festive glow over their passionate coupling.

“Oh, Steve,” Mary Ellen moaned, her voice hoarse. “I love the feel of you inside me.”

Steve grunted in response, his body glistening with sweat, his muscles straining as he drove into her again and again. He wanted to make this moment last, to savor every sensation, but his control was slipping as his desire peaked.

“I’m close,” he growled, his voice raw. “So close, Mary Ellen.”

Mary Ellen’s eyes widened, her body tightening around him. “Me too,” she panted. “Come with me, Steve. Fill me with your cum.”

Her words were like a trigger, and Steve’s control snapped. He thrust into her one final time, his body shuddering as he emptied himself deep within her, his hot seed filling her. Mary Ellen’s orgasm hit her again, her body convulsing around him, milking every last drop from him.

They lay there, entangled on the fur rug, their hearts pounding, their breath mingling. The fire crackled in the background, the Christmas tree lights twinkling, and the soft music from the stereo filled the room, creating a magical atmosphere.

Steve rolled onto his side, his hand gently caressing Mary Ellen’s hair. “That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

Mary Ellen smiled, her eyes sparkling with contentment. “It was,” she agreed, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, their bodies still buzzing with pleasure. The night had exceeded their expectations, and they knew this was just the beginning of something special.

As they lay there, the soft fur beneath them, the warm glow of the fire, and the magic of the season all around, they knew that this Christmas would be one they would never forget. And as they shared a final kiss, they both knew that this was just the start of a very special holiday season together.

The Christmas Tree Farmer’s Passion

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I had always loved the holiday season, and this year, I was determined to make it special. With a busy work schedule and a recent break-up weighing on my mind, I craved some festive cheer. So, on a crisp December morning, I set out to find the perfect Christmas tree, hoping it would lift my spirits. Johnson’s Christmas Tree Farm was the ideal place to start my search.

As I arrived at the farm, the sight before me was like something out of a fairy tale. The snow-covered fields were adorned with rows of lush green trees, each one a potential centerpiece for my living room. The air was filled with the sound of cheerful carols and the aroma of hot apple cider, instantly putting me in a festive mood. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of pine and snow, and felt a sense of excitement and anticipation.

I wandered through the farm, admiring the beautifully decorated trees, each one unique. The farm was bustling with families and couples, all enjoying the holiday spirit. As I strolled along, a tall, muscular man with brown hair and a short beard caught my eye. He was chopping down a tree with ease, his broad shoulders moving rhythmically with each swing of the axe. I couldn’t help but notice his warm smile and the way his blue eyes sparkled with joy. There was something captivating about him, and I found myself drawn to his infectious energy.

“That’s a beauty you’ve got there!” I exclaimed, approaching the man, who introduced himself as Connor, the owner of the farm. His voice was deep and friendly, and his smile widened as he spoke. “Thank you! It’s a pleasure to see someone so enthusiastic about their tree selection. Most people just grab the first one they see.” His charm and kindness were evident in every word he spoke.

We chatted for a while, and I learned that Connor had inherited the farm from his grandparents and had been running it for years. His passion for the holiday season was contagious, and I found myself sharing my love for all things festive. I told him about my recent breakup and how I wanted to make this Christmas special. Connor’s eyes softened with understanding, and he offered to help me find the perfect tree.

Together, we explored the farm, our breath forming clouds in the cold air. Connor pointed out different tree varieties, sharing his vast knowledge with me. His strong, calloused hands gently guided me through the rows, and I felt a spark of attraction as our fingers brushed against each other. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and I found myself laughing at his witty remarks, my heart fluttering with excitement.

After some time, we stumbled upon a magnificent spruce, its branches reaching towards the sky. “This one’s a stunner,” Connor said, his voice filled with admiration. “It’s perfect, isn’t it? Just the right size and shape. I think it’s found its home with you.” I smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and connection as we stood there, gazing at the tree.

Connor offered to cut it down for me, and with a few swift strokes of the axe, the tree fell with a satisfying thud. He then carried it effortlessly to his truck, his muscles flexing under his flannel shirt. I couldn’t help but admire his strength and confidence. As we drove back to my place in his old pickup, the tree securely tied in the back, we chatted about our lives, sharing stories and laughter.

Upon arriving at my house, a cozy cottage on the outskirts of town, Connor helped me carry the tree inside. We spent the next hour decorating it, hanging ornaments and stringing lights, our fingers occasionally touching as we worked in close proximity. The atmosphere was electric, and I could feel the tension building between us.

Once the tree was complete, we stood back to admire our handiwork. The twinkling lights reflected in Connor’s eyes, and I felt a surge of desire as I gazed at his handsome face. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. “You did an amazing job, Mary Ellen. It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed tree decorating this much.” His compliment sent a shiver down my spine.

I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Thank you, Connor. I couldn’t have done it without your help. You’ve made this Christmas already feel special.” I took a step closer, my eyes locked with his, and I saw the desire mirrored in his gaze.

Without a word, Connor pulled me into his embrace, his strong arms wrapping around me. I melted into his touch, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. His lips found mine, and we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing in a fiery rhythm. His beard tickled my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him.

As our kiss deepened, Connor’s hands began to explore my body. He gently caressed my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples through the fabric of my sweater. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, urging him on. With skilled fingers, he unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I returned the favor, my fingers deftly unbuckling his belt and sliding down the zipper of his jeans. I could feel the bulge of his erection straining against his boxers, and I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of him. With a swift motion, I pushed his jeans and boxers down, revealing his thick, hard cock, standing proudly erect. I knelt before him, taking his length into my hands, stroking it gently, feeling the warmth and hardness of his shaft.

Connor’s breath quickened as I took him into my mouth, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling around the head. I could taste his salty pre-cum, and I moaned with pleasure, savoring the flavor of his desire. He gently guided my head, his hands tangling in my red hair, as I deep-throated him, taking him as far as I could.

“Oh, Mary Ellen, you’re incredible,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with lust. “Keep going, baby, I’m so close.” His words spurred me on, and I increased the pace, my mouth working feverishly, my hand pumping his shaft in sync with my mouth. I wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure, to show him how much I desired him.

As I felt his cock twitch and throb in my mouth, I knew he was about to cum. I sucked harder, my lips tight around his shaft, and with a loud groan, he exploded, filling my mouth with his hot, creamy load. I swallowed eagerly, savoring every drop, my hand continuing to milk his sensitive cock until he was spent.

We stood there for a moment, catching our breath, our bodies still buzzing with pleasure. Connor pulled me up, his eyes dark with desire. “Your turn, beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He led me to the couch, gently pushing me down onto the soft cushions. I lay back, my heart racing, as he knelt between my legs, his eyes fixed on my core. With slow, deliberate movements, he slid my pants and panties down my legs, revealing my smooth, bare pussy. I was already wet and throbbing, aching for his touch.

Connor’s fingers gently parted my folds, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. He traced lazy circles around my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, moaning his name, as his fingers delved deeper, slipping inside my hot, tight hole. He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit in slow, circular motions, driving me wild with desire.

“You’re so wet, Mary Ellen,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “So fucking beautiful. I want to taste you.” With that, he lowered his head, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking and sucking my swollen bud. I cried out, my hips bucking off the couch, as his talented tongue flicked and teased my sensitive flesh.

Connor’s mouth worked its magic, his tongue plunging deep inside me, his lips sucking my juices, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I grabbed his hair, holding him to me, as my orgasm built, an intense pressure coiling in my core. With one final flick of his tongue, I exploded, crying out his name, my body shaking with the force of my release.

As my tremors subsided, Connor moved up my body, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I reached down, wrapping my hand around his shaft, guiding him towards my entrance. He positioned himself at my opening, the head of his cock nudging my wet, swollen lips. With one smooth thrust, he slid deep inside me, filling me completely.

I gasped at the sensation, my body welcoming his invasion. Connor’s cock felt incredible, stretching and filling me in ways I’d never experienced before. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. “So tight and wet. I can’t get enough of you, Mary Ellen.” His words spurred me on, and I matched his pace, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies moving as one.

We fucked with abandon, our bodies slick with sweat, the scent of sex filling the air. I could feel my orgasm building again, an intense pressure coiling deep within me. Connor’s cock seemed to grow even harder, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he sensed my impending climax.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled, his voice raw with desire. “Let me feel you cum around my cock.” His words sent me over the edge, and with a loud cry, I exploded, my pussy clenching and milking his shaft as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

Connor followed close behind, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he emptied his load deep inside me. We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing, our breath mingling. I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy, mixing with my juices, a testament to the passion we had just shared.

As we lay there, content and satisfied, I knew this was just the beginning of something special. Connor, the charming Christmas tree farmer, had not only helped me find the perfect tree but had also ignited a fire within me that I never knew existed. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the holiday season had in store for us.