5 comments/ 23731 views/ 1 favorites Tom's Christmas Present By: Lesa_Fuchs_Carter 344. That's how many days she's lived in this apartment complex. Of those 344 days she'd masturbated for me 327 times. Once a day mostly...though she'd hit twice a day three times. Valentine's Day, May nineteenth, and August second, what is the significance of those last two? No idea. Honestly, despite the fact I have seen every beautiful angle of her, I have never spoken to her, and never seen her closer than twenty-five feet away, she was jogging and I was grabbing my mail. I suppose it's because I'm a peeping Tom. Though in truth I didn't try to peep. I work from home, and my apartment is situated right beside hers with only a 30 foot space from my office window to her bedroom window. Before she had even finished unpacking she'd laid out on her bed and masturbated. I had been so shocked I hadn't been able to move until she'd finished, rolling off the bed and wandering out in only her white cotton tee. At first I didn't know if she knew I was there, so I'd left all my lights on to show her she could see in my apartment, like I could see into hers. But she kept doing it. Sometimes after lunch, sometimes after a jog, sometimes after work. Always without looking at me, always without checking to see if I was there or not. At one point I began to question if she was blind and perhaps did not know I was there. One day she'd waved at me while grabbing something off her dresser. She knew I was there. She knew I was able to see. As the months had gone by of her coming in and masturbating for me, I must admit I grew a bit of an addiction to her. Gorgeous. She was simply gorgeous. Her brown hair tossed over the pillow. Her creamy skin glowing in the evening sunlight. Her beautiful breasts, I had made a study of those round globes. A large C, I guessed, perhaps even a D, they were just heavy enough that they drooped a bit without her bra. I didn't mind, but then, I'd always been a large breast fan. They bounced sometimes as she angled herself to align her fingers deep within her pink wet pussy. And I'd done something awful. I had started working my schedule around hers. I aligned my office hours to conclude just as she got off work, in order to not be distracted at work. I'd wait for her to "finish" before I went out for the evening. Frankly I just wanted to watch her. Every time she moved I wanted to watch. It was horrible, and I felt guilty, but I couldn't figure out how to stop myself. I had a long term lease on my apartment, breaking it would cost far too much. All I could hope was her lease was up in another few weeks. But in truth I didn't hope for that. I hoped I could get the guts up to talk to her. To make her more than a vision in my life. Saturday she closed the blinds. I thought at first she went home for the holidays – but she comes in and turn the lights on. It's been four days. I guess she got done with me watching. It was Christmas Eve and I had been poking around on the computer. I was about to turn it off and head in for a movie when I saw her car pull in. She waved at me as she grabbed things from her trunk. She looked amazing as the snow fell around her, like an angel getting kissed by moonlight. Her athletic body, her tight ass, her hair tumbling in chocolate curls down her back and over her shoulders under a fuzzy white hat. I watched as she closed her garage, then started the shut down on my computer. I was literally standing up to leave when she pulled open her blinds. I froze. She was dressed in a red teddy, white fur lining the edges, a Sexy-Santa lingerie outfit. She smiled at me out from under sooty lashes behind the double pane glass of her window. I smiled back, nervously. She grinned and looked down at her gorgeous body and back at me, I could see the blush rise up her breasts, throat, and into her cheeks. She stepped back and I realized she had rearranged her room, positioning the bed so it was better angled for my view. She smiled and bent down and lifted a bag that appeared to be filled with several small boxes. She turned around and set it on her bed, bending over more than she needed and dug through the bag. I looked at the curve of her ass beneath the white fur trim, a thin strip of red velvet stretched over it. She caught me taking in the shapely curve and gave it a little wiggle before standing up, holding a box wrapped in green and silver. She opened it, and pulled free a bright pink vibrator, and slipped onto the bed. I'd never seen the toy before, and I'd seen a lot of her toys. She leaned back on the pillows. Red satin, new sheets. She twisted the vibrator and I collapsed down, watching as she slid the vibrator inch by inch up her white lace-trimmed thigh highs, but this time was different. Her eyes were locked on mine. I let a breath whistle over my teeth, and watched as her eyelids fluttered, the humming device buzzing up her perfect thigh and toward the red swatch of cloth between her legs and covering her perfect pussy. She shivered as the device thudded against her outer pussy lips, her head lolled to the side, but she kept her eyes on me. My palms began sweating, and I bit my lower lip and smiled, hopefully encouraging her. She slid her other hand up, shaping an "O" and making a gentle "jerking" motion with it. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and shook my head no, holding my hands up, showing they were empty, I was not masturbating myself. I watched her swirl the toy in slow circles, between her thighs, over her pussy and away again. Her eye lids fluttering shut, she swallowed, and opened them again, watching me. She hummed the device close then away, closer and away, closer and away, again and again. It was obviously stimulating her. She shifted her hips, pushing into the toy and pulling away. It stimulated me. I found my own hips adjusting in time to hers. I wanted so badly to feel our loins connected, her pussy tight and thrumming around my pulsing cock. I watched as she arched her back, her eyes squeezing shut and saw the hot liquid of her girl cum soak her velvet panties, darkening them. "Oh god," I breathed, closing my eyes. I exhaled and counted back from ten, trying to ignore the throbbing in my balls. So perfect. So amazingly beautiful. When I opened my eyes she smiled at me. She half nodded at me and I raised my hands, showing her I still hadn't released my throbbing and aching penis. She pouted and crawled forward on the bed, her hips swaying sensually from side to side as she neared the end. Then she half smiled. She leaned back on her knees and made a bump over the spot between her legs, I laughed, she was asking if I was hard. I nodded and she pointed up. I quirked a brow at her, mouthing "what?" It was her turn to laugh. She made motions with her hands she wanted me to stand up and show her. I blushed, but stood, showing her the giant tent in my pants. It, apparently, did something for her, and she bit her lips, shivering again, and appearing to possibly orgasm just from the sight of me. I laughed, again, and sat back down. Her hair dangled over her shoulder as she straightened, calming some. She dropped on her belly and grabbed the bag again, pulling free a second box, this one wrapped in blue and red. She bit her lip and held it up and out. "Shall I open it?" She mouthed. I smiled and shrugged, mouthing "If you'd like," to try to be coy. She smiled. And slid the top off the box. Another new toy, this one was blue, and much smaller than the pink one, she slid it on her finger and smiled, swinging her legs around and aiming her pussy at me again. I smiled as she slid the fur trim up her flat belly. She grinned at me running the little nubby toy on her finger across the low part of her tummy. I slid my hand down giving my hardened soldier a tap, but focusing on her hand as she slipped it under the edge of her velvet panties. God I wanted to be in her room, I wanted to be that hand. She slid her hand into her panties and I watched her fingers work, flicking back and forth. I saw her mouth open and begged to shove my aching cock into it. She hissed, and I could hear her cries of passion through the closed windows as she came a second time. The snow was coming down harder, and fog unfortunately was starting to roll in. I frowned, saddened the weather may ruin this perfect gift she was giving me. She discarded the toy beside her, still laying back, as the snow fell harder and harder. I frowned. I could see her moving on the bed, going up on her knees. I could make out her shape, but it was getting hard to see details. I knew I wouldn't be able to see her beautiful pussy when she showed it to me. I sighed. She had gotten another box and had moved over to the window. She held up the present, silver and gold, and tipped it to show an extremely large tag hung from it. I squinted, trying to read it through the heavily falling snow. "For you," was printed in large block letters, followed by "From me." But it was the beckoning with her finger that made me jerk up from my chair. I stood there, staring at her for a few long moments. Beautiful. Perfect even. I turned the light off over my computer, and took a step back, staring at her still, she was almost blocked out by the snow, now. I turned and walked out of the room. Tom's Christmas Present Ch. 02 I shut the door to my apartment and exhaled in a long, slow breath. The snow fell heavily around me, blocking out the sounds of the city. There was three full inches on the sidewalk, and my black wool coat cradled the snow like a lover's hand on virgin skin. Am I really doing this? I thought as I stepped off the curb walking across the single lane dividing our apartments. The snow had already covered her tire tracks. I reached the edge of her building and paused, clutching the little box in my hand tighter. I am completely ridiculous. I had bought the simple diamond necklace shortly after Thanksgiving, but as I'd paid for it I knew I would never give it to her. We'd never spoken, we'd only made eye contact twice, once while jogging, and once while she was retrieving something off her dresser. The beautiful vision who lived in the apartment next door to mine, and had masturbated for me 327 times. Since she had given me the lovely gift of her buxom breasts, tight ass, and flat tummy over and over again, I had justified I needed to get her something lovely too. After all what girl doesn't love diamonds? Besides, my thought process raced on, its not like you can't afford it. I could afford it. Despite the turn in the economy, business for me had been good. I started walking again, it had only been about five minutes since she had held out the silver and gold present, "For you, From me" emblazoned on its tag. She had been dressed in a Sexy-Santa lingerie set, red velvet with white fur trim, the bra expertly holding up her voluptuous breasts, the sheer red "skirt" cut to not really cover her velvet bikini-style briefs, her chocolate curls cascading around her creamy white skin. As soon as she'd shown it to me through the heavily falling snow I had walked out of the room, grabbing the diamond. I had debated on changing into a nice button down and slacks, or perhaps a three-piece suit, but she had seen me in my black sweater and khakis. I was too afraid it would attract attention to change. So I'd slipped on socks and shoes and wrapped the diamond -- if she was giving me a present than I could give her one right? I sighed. What if she thinks I'm trying to pay her for letting me watch? I thought as I let the brass knocker fall in the center of her real-pine wreath. I took a breath, and almost slipped the package in my coat pocket when the door opened. God. She was breathtaking, her cheeks were flushed, possibly from embarrassment or perhaps from the orgasms she had gifted me only moments ago. She bit her lip and I saw an expression in her brown eyes she tried to block out with a sexy grin, her tongue peaking between perfect white teeth and licking her brilliantly red upper lip. The expression had been excitement, she had looked completely thrilled I had come over. "Hi," I said, "I'm," but that was as far as I got. She sprang into my arms, her lips locking on mine. I caught her with the hand holding the diamond and caught the door-frame with my other hand, keeping us upright, my feet slipping on the slick sidewalk. God. I thought again. Her lips were like satin, smooth and moist, just enough to be soft. I kissed her back, and felt her tongue dart into my mouth. She tasted like a candy cane. I slid my foot forward looking for a better purchase, and feeling her leg wrap around mine. As much as I wanted to enjoy the kiss the awkwardness of keeping us standing with the icy ground was distracting. She leaned back with a grin, and I got my first up close view of her. Her eyes were a deep brown, lit with the slightest hint of green right around the pupil, which at the moment was very, very dilated. Her brows were perfect arcs, the kind my mother says comes from painful waxing. Her nose was small, slightly upturned, with the lightest sprinkling of freckles making her look youthful. Her mouth was a perfect thick curve, not as thick as Angelina's, but then who's is? I let my own mouth break into a smile, I could feel my manhood pressed between us, and knew she recognized it as well. "Hi, I'm," I began again, but her fingers flashed out, she pressed them over my lips silencing me. "No names yet," she said, her voice sexy, although deeper than I'd pictured. I chuckled, but nodded. "If you must, you may call me Noel, and I will call you Tom, since you're a peeper," she said, which delighted me thoroughly as my name was indeed Tom. "Can we go inside now? I'm freezing!" She asked, a giggle escaping those lovely lips. I set her gently down inside her own door, and noticed she was indeed cold, her nipples pointed through the velvet top. Up close I could tell they were a larger than I had originally guessed definitely larger than the end of the pencil eraser I'd compared them to previously. "What's this?" She asked, noticing the present I held in my hand. I laughed, "You weren't supposed to see that. I hadn't decided if I should give it to you yet." She grinned and pulled me in by the wrist, "Ooooh! What is it?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" I asked, playing at suave. Honestly I was impressed by how easy it came, usually I'm too nervous to talk to women. Maybe they should all only wear lingerie. I glanced around the little entry way of her apartment, in truth it was the exact same shape as mine, but in reverse, a staircase turning around column. On top of mine was a fake plant, on top of hers was a sculpture. Black and white glass twisting in a double helix around a gray abstract piece. Maybe it was because I was so turned on my balls ached, but the gray part looked like a couple making love. It was the size that if I shoved it up her cunt it would induce pleasure cries. Noel led me up the stairs, her velvet clad butt swinging more than necessary, but completely entrancing my eyes. At the top her living room carried the black and white theme, subtle pops of color were scattered here and there, blues mostly, especially heavy on the turquoise side. She had other glass sculptures on an entertainment center that was ridiculously over-sized compared to the little television on the shelf, and several soft looking pillows on the modern-styled white couch. "Wine? Champagne? Eggnog?" She asked, entering her kitchen, it was well equipped, stainless steel appliances, lots of glass. "Whatever you're having is fine," I said with a smile, still taking in the styling. "You're bedroom is very," I paused. I didn't want to offend any of her tastes, "different from this." She laughed, "My mother sees everything but my bedroom." "She designed this?" I asked, taking the cup she was offering me. It was a coffee with a shot of Kahlua in it, girlie, but tasty. Noel laughed, "No, I designed it...but I guess I designed it for 'the public's eye' if you will." She took a sip and licked her lipsticked lips. "You lead a dual life in many ways don't you?" I asked. She laughed out loud, but the bright flush she had at the door downstairs returned. "Honestly?" I nodded. "I had never done anything like I've done with you before I moved here," she bit her lip and looked away. I let out a laugh of disbelief. Her responding look held daggers. "I swear it!" It was my turn to blush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," I said, "But why then?" She frowned, and shook her head. She drained the cup and took mine from me, "No. That is not why I asked you over. This is not how I want this to go." I blinked at her and watched as the flirty youthful girl in front of me transitioned into the sexy vixen in the Santa-lingerie I'd been watching earlier. She stepped up to me, pressing her breasts into my chest, tipping up to look me in the eye. "Tom, this night is magical. Will you play by the rules?" I smiled at her sincerity. "I wouldn't dream of cheating." "Good. You have a present to unwrap." She slid her hand into mine and led me to her bedroom. I glanced out the window and could barely see my window through the heavily falling snow. She sat me down in a plush silver chair with red throw pillows, and she took the diamond present away from me, setting it on her night stand. She handed me the silver and gold package with the huge tag. I smiled, "Are you sure you want me to open it, Noel?" I asked. Suddenly I felt intimidated. The giant bed, covered in red satin sheets and a red comforter with black trim, the giant mahogany four poster frame had white Christmas lights and red sheer fabric wrapped around it. She had dimmed the lights in the room, making it dreamy and romantic. Again I watched her pink tongue dart out between the red lips, but this time she only nodded. I took my time, slipping a fingernail under the edge of the tape. My mind reeled, I'd open it and find a note saying, "just kidding." I was sure of it. Noel let the slightest moan out, and I knew my tormenting was successful, she was restless and excited. Finally I removed the paper and was holding only a cardboard box. "Boy I'm glad I didn't tape the box," she laughed, and I could hear the nervous energy in her voice. I slid the lid off and peered inside. A candy cane? I looked at it puzzled. It was red and pink, and much bigger than your standard candy-cane, maybe an inch in diameter and 7 inches long. I reached in and picked it up, realizing the texture was different, and on the top edge of the curve was button. I flicked the switch and the whole thing started shaking. I let out a sharp laugh, discomposed and excited. I looked up and she was blushing a brilliant red, but I could see the sexy-vixen still shining behind her eyes. She stood up and walked over to me, taking small and sensual steps, I let my eyes travel over her shapely legs. Runner's legs, toned, and muscular, they curved with high tight calves and down into pretty little feet on stiletto heals. I wasn't a foot man, but I had to admit, the clean red and white pedicure begged to be kissed. She slid her hand out and took the candy-cane turning off the buzzing. Then she turned around. For a moment I thought she would go back to her bed and use the toy, leaving me to watch. But she didn't step away. She twisted, looking at me over her shoulder, "You know the rules in a strip club?" She asked, taking a step and grabbing something off the plush bench at the end of her bed. I swallowed. "I do." "Obey them," she commanded, and music filled the room. She dropped the remote back on the bench and kicked her feet out to a wide standing stance and bent over, her red velvet ass becoming the highest part of her. I watched as she trailed the giant candy-cane sensually up her calf, sliding back up into a standing position as she drug it up her thigh, hooking the fur trimmed skirt. I watched the baring of her beautiful back, she rubbed the cane and fur trim over her breast in a slow circle letting trim fall away. I exhaled, my hands begged to touch her, my fingers nervously worrying the khaki slacks on my thighs. She popped the cane into her mouth, showing me only her profile as she sultrily pumped it in and out of her open mouth. "Oh fuck," I said, tipping my head back into the plush pillow of the chair, but keeping my eyes locked on her. She turned and rolled her shoulders in slow circles, her hands pressed on her thighs, lifting the skirt of her top. When she rolled her shoulders back her breasts jutted out and I had the strong desire to taste those luscious globes. She stepped over to the chair, and put one knee right between my legs, carefully not bumping my throbbing ball-sack. She placed her hands on either side of my head and brought her other leg up, tipping it up and over my hand as I clutched the arm of the chair, slipping her white thigh high over the back of my hand and up my arm. I wanted to touch her so badly, but I was too afraid of the consequences. I would not let over-exuberance get me kicked out of her bedroom. Noel slid her leg back down then gyrated over my thigh, even through her velvet panties and my khakis I could feel her moisture as she ground her pussy into my leg. She made it only three good swipes before becoming sporadic. She bit her lip hard then grasped hold of my forearms with clenching hands. "Fuck!" She said, and I felt the moisture of her orgasm seep through in a small spurt. "God, I'm sorry!" I couldn't help it I laughed, "please don't be. I'm not." I knew I was grinning like a school boy. She peaked at me and then let out a laugh, "ok." Then she slid off my lap, turning and I could see the moisture had darkened her panties again, she spun slowly so I had a view of her beautiful tight ass. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and did some sort of belly dancing thing thrusting her ass out at me. She twisted and took a Shakira-worthy breath, puffing her chest up and down. She rolled her hips in a circle and stepped away from me, spinning again hips first to come back to facing me. She did the chest pop again, and stepped back, bumping into her bed. She recovered quickly, blushing, but we both laughed. She paused briefly thinking about the music and what she wanted to do next before lifting her arms over her head and grabbing the post. She slid down, and her hair caught on the post, lifting she tipped her head sideways, she went down and down, her legs bending as she dipped into a deep squat. The velvet over her pussy stretched, and I could see the tiniest bit of her skin, clean shaven. It made me bite my lip and try hard not to imagine it -- she always had kept some of the brown fuzz, neatly trimmed, sometimes in little trails or designs. Honestly I'd never made love to a freshly shaven pussy, and I'd always wanted to, I wondered if she'd shaved it all. She brought her arms down, her hands sliding along her skin. God those hands... if I got to touch half the places she was touching I would be a happy man. She took hold of her beautiful breasts squeezing those perfect orbs, she moved them in slow circles to the beat of the music. Then she slid her hand between them and over her flat tummy, and lower, her eyes were locked on mine again, and I was torn between watching her hand slide under her panties and keeping eye contact with those baby browns. She glanced down at her own pussy, slipping her hand under the rim of the panties. I took a slow breath, watching as she trailed her fingers around in a circle under the panties. Then with her other hand she pulled the candy-cane out of her mouth, sucking on it the whole way. She slid the end in a trail down from her mouth, over her breasts, and over her panties. I watched, intent, my hand rubbing hard on my thigh. She slid the candy-cane under the edge of the panties, using it to lever the panties away from her pussy and I couldn't help it, I groaned. It had been so long since I had been in the same room as an exposed pussy. She slid the end of the cane into her pussy, just barely, then pulled it out. "Shall I turn on the vibrator?" She asked. I smiled, "If you'd like." She slid her hand up the candy-cane and turned the device on. Then aligning it again she slipped it in till she bumped the hooked part of the cane into her clit. Immediately she started moaning, her hips rocking forward as she pumped it in and out of her, each time bumping her clit the tonality of her voice changing pitch. "What...what are you thinking?" she asked, rolling her head forward to attempt to look at me. "The truth?" I breathed, as she whimpered, the cane pounding into her clit. "Please." "I really wish I could touch you," I breathed, but I wasn't certain she heard me because she came. She squeezed her legs together around the cane, rolling her head back along the foot of her bed. "Will you, please?" She murmured. I slid out of the chair. My hand reached out touching her ankle, she was shivering, still shifting her hips, riding the build up and release. I slid my hands under her knees and around her back, lifting her easily up to the bed. She shivered, and moaned and attempted to spread her knees, her hands reaching for the dildo. "No," I said, she'd been in control of the entire night, I was going to take it now. She whimpered, but smiled at me. I laid her back, aligning her head with the pillows, and slid my hand along her foot, up her calf, and along her thigh. She shivered and suddenly jerked her legs together, her back arced and I grinned, realizing she was in yet another orgasm. She had always been quick to orgasm. I had marveled sometimes she was orgasming before she touched herself. I adjusted her knees, gently spreading them, and she quivered, her hips rocking. I slid her panties down, and she let me! Noel watched me, her eyes closing briefly twice as she either came yet again, or fought coming again. I lowered myself over her, and took the end of the candy-cane in my mouth, and grinned around it. Though it was a dildo it was peppermint-flavored. I pulled it free, laying it on the bed beside us, and slid my tongue down over her perfect clit, I'd never gone down on a woman before, and I'd always wanted to. I licked, not really knowing what I was doing, and then turned sideways and sealed my lips around the little bud. I hummed to see what she'd do, she squirmed and giggled. I smiled lifting my head, "That ok?" She exhaled, "yeah... I've never had anyone go down on me." "A new experience for both of us then." I bent again, my lips sealing over it again, and attempted to do what I'd seen the porn stars do in the videos I watched sometimes when I didn't get enough of her. I suckled, I hummed, I licked, mostly I explored, grading her noises, and the shifts of her hips as I tried to discover what she liked. The humming, and the licking into her delectable pussy. Those were the two that got the best reaction. I slid up and went for her clit first, humming on it, her hands grabbed my hair, holding me tightly to her. "Oh god, Tom. Tom!" She cried out, arcing up. "Noel!" I said, with a laugh, though it sounded more like mow-al, since it was said into her sopping cunt. It was hard to breathe with her holding me tightly against her, but then she came and I felt the hot rush of her cum run over my chin as I pulled back. She took several long breaths as she relaxed down from the climax. I sat back, watching her breasts as they rose and fell. Her eyes locked on me. "May I see you Tom?" she asked. I smiled and leaned back, thinking. Then the music swapped to a new song, and I grinned, it had a good enough beat, and would provide enough humor to relax my anxiousness of stripping in front of a woman who hadn't told me her real name. I climbed off the bed and started doing a goofy dance. Noel giggled and propped herself up, her eyes wandering over me. I turned around and slid my sweater up and over my head, bearing my chest. I had a decent chest, despite the fact I am a home body and don't work out as obsessively as some men. I turned and wiggled for her announcing "I'm sexy and I know it!" It got the desired effect, her laughter filled the room. I attempted her little hip circle thing, which brought out another giggle, as I undid my belt. I was more than a little embarrassed, as I pulled the belt free from my pants. I dropped it on the floor, and slid my pants down. Women always do it sexier than men I think-I felt like a complete goofball. I did a "wiggle" with the song and again Noel's beautiful laughter filled the room, and it was as much as my courage could handle. I climbed back into the bed, leaning against the pole that made up the foot-board with a laugh. "Ahhhh," she whined, but the angelic smile on her lips showed her pleasure. Noel slid up on her knees, and advanced on me, her smile never wavering. She crawled between my legs, and lowered herself down, her eyes looking at my boxers. Tom's Christmas Present Ch. 02 What softening I had done because of embarrassment at the dance quickly was reversed with the sexy vixen of my neighbor laying down between my legs, her mountainous breasts squished because of the pressure from the bed and popping out over the fur trim of her top. She slid her hand along my thigh, scratching lightly, and I shivered. God... if I came just from her rubbing my thigh I was never going to forgive myself. Too long. It had been far too long. She slid her hand up and over my cotton boxer briefs, guiding to the closing over my hardened dick. "It wasn't an illusion," she said, her flat hand tracing over my dick. "An illusion?" I asked. She laughed, "Well you look relatively thick." I nodded, what I lacked in length I had in width... not that I was huge in either department. She slid her hand inside and I closed my eyes for the briefest moment, counting back from 100 to keep from exploding at her touch. Noel pulled me free, her hand enclosing around my shaft, and she tipped her head to one side than the other, looking at me from every angle. "Beautiful," she said. I watched her intensity. Too intense. "How many others have you seen?" She looked up at me and I saw a look of fear cross over her eyes. "Too many?" I asked. "None," she admitted. I know I shouldn't have, but my body reacted without my will, I barked out a laugh, "What?" She let go of my raging penis and rubbed her hands together, looking at them and no longer at me. "Noel..." "Please, Tom! Please, I'm almost 24 years old and I've tried several times, but I always chicken out, and well... This has been exactly how I wanted it. Please don't mess it up with questions. I'm hard with my toys. I've taken bigger than you -- you've seen me, you don't need to be careful with me. I just... I want to explore it...a bit." I looked at her hard a second, the pleading in her eyes, the command she'd taken with so much of this evening. She didn't know Tom was my real name -- but it was exactly what she wanted. So I leaned back and let her take hold of my penis again. She ran the tip of her pointer finger from tip to base, circling around the balls. Carefully she lifted them peaking at the underside of them. I laughed, and she said, "So that doesn't hurt." "No," I said, "Just be gentle with them, slamming 'em around would ruin the rest of the night." She explored me from every angle, we finished one song then the next and were midway through the third when I felt her tongue slip out and lick the tip. I inhaled sharply, she had made a study of it for so long I'd almost forgotten this was a sexual encounter. My penis hadn't. It throbbed, and she gulped me down, thrusting her mouth down over the head and down the shaft. "Fuck!" I yelped, and she ripped off. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" She cried and I let out an exasperated laugh. "God, no, you didn't it felt amazing...but swift...warning, I could use a warning," I said, swallowing several times. She was slower the second time, taking me fully into her mouth, her tongue tracing the ridges below the head, "Oh god. Yes, that's good," I breathed, and she suckled down lower, all the way to the point where I felt her nose poke into the flat of my body. She started a rhythm that was far too good for an amateur, though after a few pumps I realized she was timing it to the music. I slid my hands into her silky hair, letting her control how hard she took me in, letting her drive completely, massaging her scalp. She was good... The squeeze of her hand, the thrumming of her tongue, the tiny edge of a bite now and then. I moaned, "Stop, stop! Stop!" I hissed, but not in time. Hot sprays of my cum shot up and through my shaft and into her mouth. She gagged, yanking off, but laughing. She leaned back, wearing my sticky white jizz as a Santa beard. Let me tell you...it was a fantastic finisher to her outfit.