The Best Christmas Ever (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Fri Dec 20, 2013 6:43 pm

When my friend Janet called she was really pissed off. She is a party animal who likes to smoke, drink, get stoned and hook up with any guy who catches her eye. She had made plans to attend a Christmas party at which all of those activities would be available. At the last minute her parents told her she had to stay home and babysit her younger sister and brother. When the people who pay the bills give orders you have to obey but she wasn’t happy about it.

I had met her several years before. I am not into the same types of social activities but we found out we had a common interest in music. After attending several concerts together I became her “quiet time” date. Whenever she wanted a simple evening out we would get together; nothing romantic just two friends. I had no attachments at the time so it worked for me too. Whenever I had a social obligation it was nice to show up with a good looking woman on my arm. She enjoyed pretending to be my girlfriend.

She called hoping that I could come over to spend the evening with her to ease the boredom. I told her that I would love to and that I had some new music we could listen to. She said she would call back when the kids were in bed.

I went over a little after nine and we went downstairs to the rec room. Her mood had mellowed a bit. While most of her pleasures had been put on hold for the evening she had indulged in a few drinks. She was not only feeling good but she was looking good. A snug t-shirt and very tight jeans always looked good on her full figured body.

I put on the first recording and while listening she lay down on the floor between the speakers. Looking down at her terrific body I thought about how many times I’ve wanted to tie her up. She would look so good in rope but that would just complicate our relationship. At times like this it was hard to fight the temptation. While on her back her tits looked amazing; when she rolled over her ass was fantastic.

After a few hours of music and munchies several instances of perfect timing made for a very memorable night. Janet had a huge yawn and apologized for it saying that she hated to cut our evening short but she was going to bed. I was already thinking about getting going. Not only did I have a serious case of TUG desire but during the last few songs Janet had danced and watching her in motion had made me really horny. It was time to leave before I did something I would regret later.

When she saw me to the door a car pulled up in the driveway, someone got out and the car pulled away. Janet’s mother, Gayle, came into the house. As attractive as I found Janet I actually thought her mom was better looking. She is very pretty with short dark hair, a long slim neck and a terrific figure as nice as Janet’s but a little thinner. She was wearing a dark green dress with a low cut front that did an excellent job of putting her generous bosom on display. The short hemline did an equally good job of presenting her lovely legs. Black stockings and strappy sandals with spike heels showed those legs at their best.

She had been at an office Christmas party and after it was over her husband wanted to go to a house party. She had chosen to come home and spend the rest of the evening with Janet. She was a little drunker than Janet but still reasonably functional. Janet was still pissed off with her mom about missing the party and decided that going to bed as she had planned was the best idea. She gave me a hug and went off to her room leaving the two of us standing there.

‘Well someone’s not having such a Merry Christmas’ Gayle said to me ‘How about you?’ ‘My Christmas has been just fine so far’ I answered. ‘I find that hard to believe when all you get for your trouble is a hug.’ (Gayle knew that Janet was generous with her affections and thought it was odd that I didn’t take advantage of it. Also she had hoped that when Janet and I started our relationship that it would lead to us going steady and Janet settling down a little.)

‘You are a darling and a good friend to give up your evening to babysit’ she said ‘and if Janet can’t show her appreciation than I suppose it’s up to me to show mine.’ She threw her arms around me and leaned forward to give me a kiss. I expected one of those wet sloppy pecks on the cheek; the kind that you get from an Aunty who’s had too much to drink. To say she surprised me would be an understatement.

She kissed me full on the lips. She pulled me close and her tongue shot into my mouth. She worked it around for a few seconds and then slowly let go. I would like to be able to claim that I gave it back as good as I got it but that wouldn’t be true. She had so completely taken me by surprise that I had no time to respond. When our lips disengaged she still held onto me; her eyes were closed and she had a very satisfied smile. In spite of my lack of participation she appeared to have enjoyed the one-sided kiss.

She continued to hold onto me, more I think because she was afraid of falling over drunk than for any amorous intentions. She finally said ‘Merry Christmas; I’m going to bed.’ I looked at her and thought that going to bed was a waste of a good looking woman. As tempting as it was to take advantage of her condition I decided that having a fling with my friends mother wasn’t a good idea. The best thing for her to do would be to continue partying. In her passionate condition Janet’s dad could possibly get one hell of a gift tonight. I asked her ‘Do you know where the party is? I can drop you off when I’m driving home.’ ‘Of course I know where the party is’ she replied.

Of course she didn’t. We drove a few streets in the neighborhood that she thought it was in but didn’t see any action. She noticed the CD’s on the seat and asked about the music Janet and I had listened to. She asked a few intelligent questions but then I think the booze started talking. She told me ‘I don’t know how to listen to music. I never seem to hear what other people hear. I guess I don’t have the concentration for it.’

Right then I had a wickedly sinful idea. I should have instantly reconsidered it but it was one of those times that your mouth moves faster than your brain. ‘I can teach you how to listen’ I said. ‘Have you ever heard of sensory deprivation? It’s when you block some of your senses so that the other ones become more sensitive.’ I was spouting bullshit as fast as I could make it up hoping she was too plastered to catch on. Needless to say she loved the idea and wanted to try it. I steered my car towards home.

It was late and my parents would be in bed. There was no way I could tell a lie that would explain showing up with a beautiful, drunk middle-aged woman. We quietly slipped into the house and went upstairs to my room. She took off her coat and sat on the bed.

I started the training by putting some music on at low volume. Then I blindfolded her. This was to remove the sense of sight so that she could channel the energy to her ears. She excitedly exclaimed ‘I can hear it better already!’ I thought to myself “this is going to be too easy.” Next I tied her hands behind her back to remove her sense of touch. Then I tied her ankles so that she wouldn’t be tempted to dance. She needed all her energy to listen. I found it amazing how a reasonably intelligent woman could be reduced to this by a few ounces of alcohol. I prepared the gag and didn’t have to wait long. She began to praise my method for teaching her how to listen. I chastised her for speaking while the music was playing and demonstrated my solution. A big red ball gag soon adorned her pretty mouth.

While she was enjoying a feast for her ears I was enjoying a feast for my eyes. I took out my camera and photographed this bound, gagged and blindfolded beauty from every angle. After a few more songs it was time to put an end to this before she began to catch on. I removed the gag first. She immediately asked me ‘Can this be used to improve my other senses? It worked so well for my hearing that I would like to explore it some more.’

‘You mean like this?’ I reached out and lightly touched her breast with my fingertip. It was like a bolt of electricity shot through her. Her body went rigid and her head tipped to one side. She drew in a deep breath. I touched her again. She said ‘That’s exactly what I mean.’

I began to explore every inch of her body using my fingers, my lips and my tongue. She begged to be untied but I just gagged her again. I told her to take the restrained physical energy that she was feeling and channel it to the pleasure center of her brain. It was a bit of nonsense that I had heard on TV once but it seemed to work for her. I lost track of how many times she came but before long she was exhausted.

I untied her and said that it was time to take her home. As we were leaving the bedroom she said to me ‘Did I ever show my gratitude for you being such a good friend to Janet?’ ‘No I don’t believe you have’ I answered. This time I was ready. When she took me in her arms I gave it back as good as I took it. Our tongues danced together until we were both out of breath. She rested her head on my chest. She held on tight with one arm but reached out with the other and closed the door.

‘Why don't you get your ropes and give me another lesson’ was all she said.
Last edited by LordNelson on Thu Jan 23, 2014 3:59 pm, edited 3 times in total.

Re: The Best Christmas Ever (M/F)

Postby Septimus7 » Fri Dec 20, 2013 11:17 pm

Will there be more to this story? 'Cause so far it's very good.

Re: The Best Christmas Ever (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Sat Dec 21, 2013 4:38 pm

I usually end my stories by giving the reader just enough to imagine what is going to happen next. Then they can finish it themselves with what they would consider a perfect ending.
I thought this story was done but since you have shown an interest I will add some more in January.

thanks for the feedback,
LordNelson