(Conrad and Saffron)
I just got back from a one-week business trip, and before that my wife was away on a two-week film shoot. Do the math – that's three whole weeks apart. Pure torture! But I’m home, back at the Lover's Arms, with my lover in my arms, and I tell you, there is nothing sweeter than that. She looks unbelievably lithe in a tight, mid-thigh green sweater dress with white stockings and silver high heels. With her curly red hair she's like a Christmas tree, if Christmas trees were gorgeous women with legs for days.
I drop my duffel beside the couch and pick her up. She wraps those long legs around my waist and yes, those stocking are held up with garters. And above the garters, there's something cinching her waist, which makes her hips and ass look and feel bigger and rounder. I'm in heaven.
Knock, knock, knock.
That is the last thing I want to hear.
"It's Annalee. I promised to help with her costume."
Let me tell you something about our upstairs neighbour Annalee. The woman is hot. I am the most happily married man on the planet, but Annalee is a wet dream on legs, which is only appropriate, since her job is burlesque dancing.
"Conrad, honey, let me down."
Why would I want to let her down after three weeks of fantasizing about getting it up?
I'm a reasonable man, though, so I snap one of her garters and let her slide slowly, excruciatingly, down my body. Truth be told, I'm not more than a few inches taller than her. That much sliding is not strictly required, but Saffron likes to draw these things out. She's probably getting me back for snapping the garter.
She swings the door open and there's Annalee, in a red, mini-Santa costume with a tutu for a skirt. With a neckline that low, she'd better not go anywhere near the North Pole.
Speaking of poles, my already hard pole stands straight up when Annalee gives me a lascivious wink.
"Oh, hey, look who's home! Sorry to barge in on you two," Annalee says.
"No problem." Saffron sounds causal, but she does this little, anxious wriggle like she can't wait to get out of that dress.
"I'll be quick. Do I go with the traditional Santa style?" Annalee holds up a pair of cuffed black boots with a spiky heel. "Or something more festive?" In her other hand she's holding a pair of glitzy red shoes with feather trim.
I look down and see that Annalee is wearing bunny slippers, and so help me, even those look sexy on her. I try to imagine her in the black boots and I have to sit down and put a pillow over my lap.
"The marabou, for sure. You've got such gorgeous legs and your ankles look lovely in those black fishnets."
"Aw, thanks, luv. And you're right – it'll be more elegant."
I have to look away when Annalee bends down to put on the red shoes and her tits nearly fall out of her Santa suit… dress… tutu. Whatever it is. I don’t know about elegant, but it's thoroughly provocative. And sexy. And Saffron was right – her ankles look great in the shoes.
"You look adorable!" Saffron says, clapping her hands.
"So do you! I'd better get to the theater. Thanks for the help, and have a fun night, you two! And Annalee's tutu-clad bottom sashays out the door.
Saffron sits on the arm of the couch and looks down at the pillow. "You got something to hide under there?" she asks.
"No," I cough. "Just a bit chilly, that's all."
"Annalee has that effect on me too, sometimes," Saffron whispers in my ear. Busted. Saffron nibbles on my ear, just enough to make me moan. "She gets me all hot, and then I have to come home and touch myself so I can get off." The thought of Saffron touching herself is not helping my condition, but I'm glad I'm not the only one who reacts to Annalee that way.
Then Saffron gets up and stands in front of me. "I think it's time for your early Christmas present," she says as she lets her fingers trail down to the hem of her dress.
I try to shrug like it's no big deal, but face that facts – this is Saffron in stockings, garters, and I-don't-know-what else under that dress, except I know it's going to be good.
"It came with a matching g-string." She pulls the dress over her head and reveals a white mesh bra and a waist cincher to go with the stockings. "But I didn't think you'd want to bother with that."
No indeed. If I don't pass out from the sheer joy of seeing my wife in something so damn sheer and beautiful, it'll be a miracle.
"Ne need for that pillow, honey. I'll keep you warm." Saffron somehow manages to toss the pillow away and get my pants open and pushed down before I can even take a breath, so I'm gasping when she sits down on my very hard…
"Mmm, let's see if we can warm up this North Pole," Saffron giggles and wriggles and I get hotter than the equator.
I know this won't last long. Saffron loves the feel of a cincher – she says it's like having my hands on her waist, except my hands are free to roam wherever they want, so she's basically been having foreplay ever since she put it on. I run my hands over everything – her luscious ass and her gorgeous tits and all the soft skin and curves in between. She starts bouncing on my lap, speeding up and moaning, and I hold onto her sweet ass. Her face lights up in a glorious smile, like it always does when she's coming.
I love it when my Christmas present is the sexiest woman in the world, wrapped in something sheer.
