A lonely damsel gets a chance at neighbor’s Christmas ‘Yule, Log’.
Based on a post by virgin_sexpert. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead, I was in my sparsely-filled apartment, with a wine glass in my hand; all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club.
But when the time came, I wasn't really feeling it. I had just moved to a new city; far from my family and friends; and although I had enjoyed the freedom of walking around in the nude whenever I wanted, it was getting a bit lonely. I never pictured myself in my early twenties and still single. All of my friends were either married, engaged, or dating. I was totally lagging behind. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.
In college I could barely concentrate on class and I never took notes because I was always thinking and developing some sexual fantasy in my head that took my full attention. I go by ‘Mindy’. My parents named me Melinda, but I hate that name. I hate a lot of the things associated with high school. I was a wierdo. Then in college, I was a nerd.
At work in the library, I would have to take frequent breaks to my office where I would unwind to a few dirty pages of a dirty novel. Sex was on my mind, way too much. Every man that I would see throughout my day, became the leading male in my latest fantasy. I must have been the horniest virgin who ever lived! But no one ever knew.
I deliberately moved to a new city, just so I could start over. I changed my wardrobe and my hair style. But I had a very hard time changing my inner self.
I could have spent another night with my oiled up hand, or the new vibrator that I ordered online. Or I could have been a little kinkier and did some anal play with my handy-dandy pink ass plug, but I wanted the real thing, damnit!
I went on the pill, to make sex safer for my career plans. It grew my tits from a C cup to a D. And it also kicked up my libido. The holiday season really heightened my horniness, but it also heightened my loneliness. I wanted a man so bad. I wanted to hear a knock at my door, then open it and see a naked man on the other side, tied up with a big red ribbon tied in a bow, sporting an 8 inch stiff cock, just for me.
But I guess that was all just fantasy. When would my fantasies come to pass? Aren't I allowed to get at least one of them?
No matter how hard I wished and wanted something, it would never come to pass, so I decided to get up and go to a night club, downtown. Nothing ever came out of these things, but maybe tonight there would be some holiday magic working in my favor. Or maybe only losers would be desperate enough to be clubbing on Christmas Eve. But I was lusty, lonely, and stir-crazy.
When I opened the door to my 4th floor hallway, my neighbor was just coming home. His door and mine were near each other. The hallway turned perpendicular right between our entries. Our two apartments were at the northeast corner of the 4th floor of the West building.
"Hey, how are you, Mindy?" he asked. His name was John. He was older than me by perhaps some years, and he was way out of my league. Oh, he was always very cordial to me, but it always seemed out of pity. John is a tall and comes from Scandinavian stock. His mailbox, in the foyer; says “J. Nelson”.
I bet tonight his beautiful girlfriend would be coming over, maybe in sexy lingerie; and they would spend the evening making love, talking, and drinking wine.
"Hi, John. I’m Good! and you?" I asked back with a flirty smile.
He looked so handsome, with his all-black ensemble, and red silk tie. I couldn't help but smile goofily, in the face of this great looking man. I didn't know what he did for a living, but every night I could hear him playing his acoustic guitar. I laid in bed with my hands in my panties; pretending he was serenading me. But of course he would never know that.
"Yeah, I’m Fine. Merry Christmas! Where are you heading out to?" I could feel his stare on me, and it was making me quite bashful and self-conscious. I’ve been working so hard to keep eye contact with people.
I knew I looked great in my form-fitting dress. It highlighted my warm olive Italian skin, long slim legs, deep red full lips, and dark wavy hair. Okay, I’m keeping focused on John’s gorgeous eyes.
"Oh, I think I'll get go to a dinner club, or something.” Then I sighed; “I am spending the holidays alone."
"Oh, Me too!" He started.
I was surprised at his answer, and I almost didn't believe him. How could someone this handsome be alone?
Then he shocked me; "Do you maybe want to spend it alone together? I just stole some nice wine from my company holiday party? I was going to come home and drink alone. But, you know; it's really not good to drink alone.” He winked and added; “Please, Mindy; Skip the bar tonight and come in." He was opening the door and gesturing for me to come in.
I followed him in without a word. I had only dreamed about ever going in there. It was better than I had imagined! There was lots of navy, platinum, and teak wood furnishings. His home kinda smelled of leather and a subtle hint of vanilla.
We sat in the elegant living room. I was offered his wingback arm chair, adjacent the leather sofa. When he situated himself, he first started out apologizing to me for being such an aloof neighbor. He said he sort of developed this bad habit when his previous neighbors were rude.
I forgave him, as long as he promised never to stop being friendly again.
We sat drinking his sweet white wine. He had lots of questions to ask me, in the matters of my life, job, and interests.
I told him that I was a teen freak, then a college nerd. I love literature to a fault. I’m even into comic book superheroes, collecting replica Lightsabers, reading classic novels, and watching way too much Netflix. I told him that I used to be a shy kid with ADHD, but it leveled out during my college years.
I seemed very lame to myself, saying those things out loud. I revealed that I was just recently liberated from the thick eyeglasses of my childhood, by a successful laser eye surgery. “Most people didn’t even recognize me without the horrible glasses.” But I added that it’s probably all for the better, as I would rather build new friendships.
"So,” I asked him; “What type of things are you into?"
"Lots of things, gourmet cooking, chess, running, watching way too much Hulu, playing the guitar,” He sipped a bit more wine, then added; “sketching, and tying up sexy women, to play with their nipples and tease their clits. "
I nearly choked on the wine that was almost down my throat. Suddenly my body temperature rose at least 10 degrees, and my hands began to tremble.
He looked at me, straight into my big doe-like brown eyes. "Do you want to know what else I am into?"
I tilted my head, as if I were under a spell.
"Beautiful, shy women, like you; who don't know how sexy they are. A woman who gets wet when a man looks her deep in the eyes, and tells her that.” His voice went deep as he slowly added; “I want to fuck every hole you have, and make you cum, again and again.“
I was flushed and trembling, when he asked; “So, I ask again, my dear; what are you into?" He took the glass from my trembling hand and took my hand into his, and laid a sweet kiss on it.
With a trembling voice I began: "I really like to write erotica, especially at night when I am listening to you play your guitar. I like to close my eyes and wish that someone was touching me, whispering how much they want to make love to me; " I closed my eyes and took myself to my inner thoughts. My eyes watered at his sultry words. I was being seduced for the first time in my life!
I could feel him getting closer to me, his lip brushed against my ear. "I really like this;" I said as I felt the heat of his breathing, on my neck.
"You are your own kind of beautiful, Mindy." He told me.
I opened my eyes, hoping that this wasn't just another dream. In the back of my mind I already started to ask myself the 'why' and 'how' questions, but why ruin a sexy moment? I was completely flattered and could not hide my obvious turned on state. Already I could feel the wetness between my legs.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" John grinned.
My smile widened. "Honestly, You are making me wet," I laughed. I was never that frank about sex. But then again, I never really had a chance to be.
"Do you always do this to women you invite inside." I asked, with keen interest and looking him in the eyes.
"Have there been women in here that I’m unaware of?” John returned my question.
I had to challenge my presumption. No, I honestly hadn’t seen him bring a date to his place. “I’m sorry, John. No, I haven’t any reason to accuse you of being a player. I just assumed you’d have women throwing themselves at you.”
“Ha!” he laughed. “No, I am just in the Christmas spirit, I guess. It's the season for giving. I find myself in solitary circumstance, and reflecting on the need to appreciate the opportunities I haven’t availed myself to. Start treating people better. Especially kind neighbors whom I should be kinder to. And I want to give you something. Something even your wildest virgin fantasies can't imagine."
"Now, how did you know I was a virgin?" I felt more exposed than ever.
"I didn't. But, now I know for sure," he laughed.
I blushed, but his laugh made it easier for me to relax and be vulnerable. Oh he was even sexier when he laughed.
"I know you probably think that no one notices you, but I notice you.” John wanted to build up my self-esteem. “I see you coming home, and you nearly always pull out the wrong door key first. You are always humming the same song to yourself, and you are always dressed so sexily. I especially like that purple dress; it makes your lovely breasts look great."
My cheeks were so bright red, I didn't even know what else to say back to him. I felt so sexy now.
"And I must say, I love this dress on you.” He paused, then added; “But for me to give you a proper Christmas Eve gift, you will have to lose it."
"You want me to strip?" I smiled. I was hoping he was serious, because my clothes were begging to come off. ‘Thank you God, for sending me this sexy horny man!’
"Yes! Have another glass of wine, if you'd like. But I want you to strip, and then walk right into my bedroom over there."
John is inviting me to his bedroom! I was nervous, but even more so, I was terribly craving cock, his cock. With alcohol running through my veins, and 'bold' becoming my new middle name.
I stood facing John. Then I stepped up on his wooden coffee table. Still looking him in the eyes with lust, I pulled the halter tie from the back of my neck. I was swaying to an imaginary base rift, as I held a tie string in each hand.
My shoulders pulsed alternately, which caused my tits to swing against my gold bodice. Now my nipples were erect and protruding. I leaned over toward John as my straps released. Still swaying and twerking to my imaginary music, I reached behind to unzip the low-back of the dress; all the while entertaining him with my pendulous tits.
Then I placed a hand on each hip, as I stood back upright. I turned in several steps as I rocked my curvy ass to him, Then I slowly slid each hand down my hips, the thin dress descending with my hands. Before releasing, I looked over my shoulder, to catch his reaction. His eyes clearly conveyed; ‘Keep going’; so I did. I was being a tease, and he was into it.
The garment dropped to my stilettos. I stepped out of my gold cocktail dress, leaving only my black lacy G-string and my high heels.
Suddenly my rhythm stopped. I stood with my ass to him. I stepped my legs apart just enough to let my cunny make an appearance. In dramatic silence I slowly slid the waistband of the G-string down, guiding it continuously to my ankles. I caught his delightful lust, as I smiled seductively, from between my spread legs.
I stepped a leg out of the G-string and pivoted back facing him. Then I raised my other foot, with the lacy garment clinging to my toes. I swiftly grabbed the skimpy thing and in one fluid motion I stretched it back with my other hand, and shot the black lacy thing against his chest.
Now in front of him, I stood completely naked; like I was almost every night on the other side of that wall. Yes, I had practiced this routine; often to the rhythm of his classical guitar selections.
"Fucking hell; Come here, my pretty little virgin. I want to show you something." He held out a hand and I grabbed it while placing my other hand on his shoulder. I collected my items and removed my heels, then placed them all on the chair.
I followed him into his bedroom, where it was dark and mysterious. I sat naked on the corner of his bed, next to a corner bedpost. With lusty anticipation, I watched him as he pulled a big black box from underneath his bed. He pulled out a box of several candles. Silently he set them around the room, as he lit each of them.
Also in the box, he pulled out an interesting rope contraption that he fastened to the four corners of the bed. Then John laid a firm wedge cushion near the head of the bed. When he padded his hand on it, he said; "Ly down, dirty girl. I want to show you things that will blow your mind."
I went up to the middle of his bed and laid down on the wedge cushion. My shoulders and head were now slightly elevated, to watch as he bound my ankles and wrists to the bed. The wide bands were held by Velcro, and each attached to a shiny black rope.
I was now exposed for him, and vulnerable. With nowhere to go, and no idea about what would happen next. For all I know, he could chop me up to a million pieces. But I had a feeling that he was being as bold as I was being, tonight. It turned me on, to be this way with a handsome man I barely knew.
From the look in his eyes, my naked body looked delicious; stretched out in the candlelight. My nipples peaked upward, begging to be touched, from atop the summits of my 34D breasts. Each curve of my classically soft and feminine figure; was highlighted and exposed.
I could see little goosebumps rising up all over me. John disappeared from the room for a minute, but returned with the bottle of wine in his hand, and with no clothes on. But now he had a red ribbon, tied in a bow, around his swaying hard cock. I wanted to pounce, but I was tied up.
Seeing his beautiful cock alive and ready, sent jolts of sexual energy down my body. Oh Gawd! I wanted to jump off that bed and go for his cock right away. But, no matter what I did, I could not free myself. With the bottle of wine in hand, he crawled onto the bed kneeling between my spread thighs.
"You are such a beautiful girl. Damn, I think you are meant to be on my bed, nightly; so I can just look at you, and admire you." He looked down at me with a look that I had never seen before. I was ready to have fun with him, our great sexy holiday secret tryst.
He tilted the bottle of sweet white wine right over my lips, for me to taste. The small trickle splashed over my lips as I opened my mouth to let some in.
The wine tasted too good, I had to lick my lips to get every bit of it.
Next, he dripped some onto my stiff nipples. We watched the wine roll down over my swollen breasts and pool at the side of my body. The wine looked so good, rolling around on my goose-pimpled tits. The wine also ran into the valley between my tits, then down my torso.
If I could, I would have licked it from myself. But I really wanted him to lick me. Down my belly and into my belly button the wine rolled. "Do you like that?" He grinned.
"Yes," I said, trying to raise my body up to touch his. I wanted our skins to make contact, but he was teasing me and making me wet in more than one way. He put the bottle between my legs and rubbed the cool glass container against my moist pussy. I grinded my pussy lips against the wine, enjoying contact while I had it. When he was done teasing me like that, He took a last drink, leaving just an ounce behind. Then he poured that last bit of wine down my sweet cunny slit and all over my furry mound. Now the bottle was empty, and all that was left to taste, was me.
"Taste me;" I invited him. I was on the verge of begging for his touch. But I didn't have to beg because his lips met my nipple. He didn't play around. He went straight for the hard suck, like he was reading my horny mind.
I moaned loudly, arching my chest toward his face. When he released my nipple from his hard suck, I could see the trail of saliva from his lips to the tip of my nipple.
He treated my other nipple just the same, sucking harder, and harder, encouraged by my positive reaction.
My tits wanted more of him, but he pulled away; and to my surprise, started to slap my tits one after the other. From the outer sides, his alternating slaps sent the one hefty tit bouncing into the other, in a chain reaction.
To watch them jerk and jiggle was fascinating him. My nipples seemed to be growing even bigger, and more sensitive to his tongue, and hard suction. I wondered if they tasted like the sweet white wine.
"Are you ready for your present?" he asked.
I looked down at his cock as he unwrapped the big red ribbon; and let it fall on my mound. My mouth was wide open, already anticipating being orally filled by his thick and long cock. It was the most beautiful cock that I had ever seen. Alright, so I haven’t actually seen many erect cocks, in person. But his far surpassed my embellished fantasies.
He gave me a closer look at his cock, as he straddled further up, on top of me. With his dick just centimeters away from my lips; he stroked himself and showed me the precum already seeping from his delicious head.
“You know, darling; My ancestors celebrated the holidays with a big log, A Yule, log, they called it. A thick log that was slowly fed into the hearth, where it burned several night, until the new year.“ John slowly pulled the foreskin tightly back, and his shiny phallus reflected the lamplight. “The Yule, log was a warm treat to make the home a cozy place, and never failed to meet the need.” He said.
John rubbed his cock all over my face, making me wet with his precum. I reached out my tongue to lick him but he withdrew teasingly. "Have you been a good girl, this year, Mindy?"
"A very good girl," I replied.
He let his cock slap my cheeks, getting closer and closer to my mouth. Once he was close enough, I grabbed his cock with my lips and held onto him. He let out an initial moan as I welcomed in his fullness into my hungry mouth. His cock was getting more slippery by the second. Tantalizingly sliding in and out of my wet oral hole. As my lips clamped him in place, my tongue massaged his frenulum, just under the tip and along the ridge of his glans crown.
It had been too long since I sucked a cock. Yes, I was a virgin, but I had the pleasure of sucking teen cock, a couple of times before. At a high school cast party, after the last night of the school play. That was a ‘truth-or-dare’ event, and with some boys I had little interest in. My senior year’s sexual history, in 2 sentences. Oh, and Tommy Smith’s blowjob shouldn’t really count. He ejaculated even before I got my lips around his youthful prick.
Tonight, John's cock was much better than any cock I have ever played with. And if tonight he wanted to go all the way, I would let him. I continued the aggressive tongue-work, and he clearly responded quickly.
His breathing got halted and urgent. His shaft pressed hard into my throat.
After a series of grunts and my aggressive sucks, his cock filled me with sticky goodness. I was surprised, at first, at the amount of cum that spouted from his first blast. He drew his shaft out, and my hungry mouth strained forward to recapture. With jaws wide open, to retrieve his dripping wet head, his immediate second and third shots blasted my nose, lips, and mostly the roof of my wide open mouth.
After I got my first taste of the salty substance, I was glad that it was all over me, coating my face and lips.
I watched his cock after he caught his breath, and calmed down a bit. It was still very hard, despite the explosions that just took place.
He let his cock rest in the valley between my breasts, and said; "Damn girl, you suck like a champ."
I smiled broadly at my accomplishment. ‘I am a great cock sucker!’ I told myself. ‘This great lover just told me so!’
"Have you ever been finger fucked?" He wanted to know. I think he’s going to reciprocate.
"By a lover? No I haven't, a man has never made me cum before," I admitted to him. “The boys who I had played around with in the past, were more of the 'taking' sort, than 'giving'. Once I got them off with a blow job, it was all over; tragic story of my life.”
"What?" He was deeply sympathetic.
"But you can do whatever you want to me, John."
"Under one condition," he started.
"And what's that?" I was struggling against an emotional letdown. My voice trembled.
He got off the top of me, and laid beside me, very closely. His head on my up-stretched arm, and his upper leg over my out-stretched leg. His chest was leaning into the side of my tit, and hip.
I took a deep breath to inhale the intoxicating scent of him. Being tied up was fun, but having him this close and not being able to touch him was torture.
"My condition is; we can't just stop after tonight. I want to see you every night. I want to have dinner with you, in that purple dress. I want to dance with you in that gold dress. I want to bring you back here, in no dress; to treat you right. I am not untying you until you agree to that condition."
As he talked, his soft hand traveled down the valley of my heaving chest, past my soft stomach, and over my mound, to my cunt; that was now soaked. "Say that you want to see me again."
"I want; I want to;" I could barely say, as his hand began to rub my swollen, and exposed clit.
"Tell me." He ordered.
I tried to agree again, but he pushed his middle finger into my pussy. I cried out in a soft moan. My eyes closed as I slipped into the world of ecstasy;
"Yes John!" I cried out as a second finger slipped into my wet hole, he was now vigorously fingering me, making my body twist, rise, and bend in ways I never thought it could.
Just as I thought it couldn't get better, he went down there, to treat my pussy to his sweet lips and tongue.
As his thick fingers slid deeper and deeper, he flicked my clit with his tongue, driving me crazy.
My hands and feet pulled at the binds holding me, desperate to be released. Then he slid each of his hands under my ass cheeks and pulled my cunt up firmly against his stroking tongue. His oral phallus was stroking deeply into my cunt hole, finding my elusive g-spot.
Oh, Gawd!” I screamed.
He relaxed his hands, easing the pressure of my cunt, against his delightful tongue. But just as I felt a finger creeping and peeping on my asshole, I came on John's face. Thighs shakings, hips jumping, and pussy juice seeping. It was fan-fucking-tastic!
John drew his head back, and just knelt between my writhing hips, watching my convulsing body twerk. After a few moments, when I was regaining coherence, He declared; "I am not going to fuck you, tonight." He told me after my eyes opened back up.
I wasn't sure if I had heard him right. “What?”
I'm sorry darling." John saw my disappointment.
"Please John, I need your lovely cock right now, please unite me and fuck me," I begged.
"This is what I want you to do. I am going to untie you; and then I want you to go home. Take a nice long shower, and sleep well. Tomorrow I will take you out for Christmas breakfast, and we will see what happens next. We will celebrate these holidays with anticipation and growing desire; of spirit, soul, and body. You’ve saved yourself for a lovely event, and we will celebrate this gift with the appropriate fanfare and preparation. Thank you for making my holidays so fulfilling." John said, sincerely.
"If you untie me, I am going to jump on you and rape your wonderful cock!" That's just how badly I wanted him. I didn't want to leave without having that glorious cock deep inside of my very tight, very wet, and very warm pussy.
He laughed deeply at my comment, and gave me a kiss on my forehead.
"You have one very healthy sexual appetite for a virgin. But get some rest, then we’ll get a good meal. It will make our experiences better, with our strength and endurance at its peak."
"So no matter how much I beg, you aren't going to fuck me now?"
"Nope, because over these days I am going to make love to you. I Just wanted to tease you a bit, tonight. I wanted to get you interested. Tomorrow is Christmas. More gifts will come."
"Oh! I am more than interested." I earnestly assured him.
He untied me and I resisted with all of my might, not to reach out and grab him.
He slipped my dress over my head, affectionately. Kissing my neck as he then zipped me up; and tied my halter straps. I picked up my high heels and carried them with me, to his door.. "Goodnight beautiful," he said as he gave me a kiss, as if this was the end of a great first date. My knees went weak at his kiss.
I took his hand and placed my G-string in it. “Place this on your bed, to hold my spot, til tomorrow.” I said with a wink.
"Goodnight." We both said, as I walked over to my own door. I felt myself grow warm again as I began to fully wrap my head around what just happened.
When I got back to my apartment, I wasn't upset any more. The fact that I was still a virgin, was overtaken by the anticipation that tomorrow was going to be the best Christmas day of my life!
Now I had a lot more to look forward too. Maybe this would not be my first Christmas alone, but my first Christmas with a fan-fucking-tastic cock to enjoy.
Epilogue:
I may share more details, later, but here’s a hint. That Christmas Eve was the last night I slept in my own apartment.
Based on a post by virgin_sexpert, for Literotica.
