Home for the Holidays - One: the Rock Garden

It wasn’t the kiss that shocked me but the naked shamelessness of it outdoors under the shimmering holiday lights strung on the Mesquite trees in the rock garden, not far from the house, where inside a gathering of family and friends had begun.  It wasn’t the platonic, familial kiss I would have expected, but a penetrating, sloppy-wet, sexy kiss—the kind of kiss that makes a young man’s heart shudder and his breathing stop, started a rush of thick, red blood surging into his manhood.  I’d grown to desire snatching a kiss like that from her in secluded places, far away from prying eyes.  Exposed under the golden glow of the little golden lights hung in the trees made my heart thump painfully as I contemplated the consequences of being caught in a kiss like that with her.  Even so, I couldn’t bring myself to stop her doing as she pleased with me.

Wrapping her arms around me, Karina pressed her slender torso against mine, her dark, languid eyes gazing up intently at my flushed face.  “So, tell me young man, what have you been doing with yourself?” she asked at last, the dainty lights adorning the trees twinkling in her eyes.

“Ah…” I groaned trying to catch my breath long enough to speak, “school mostly… working hard… you know,” I grinned, clamped my mouth closed to stop myself sounding foolish.

“I’ve heard that about you.  Your father,” bashfully she lowered her voice to a whisper as if she’d said a dirty word, “well… he tells me you have been working… very hard.”  She slipped her hand under the warm wool jacket covering me to caress my lean abdomen, then descended to the burgeoning bulge in my cramped blue jeans and massaged my stiffening erection.  “Yes—very hard,” she grinned.

“Maybe we should go inside,” I seized her thin shoulders draped in a long, thick wool shawl, held her back in embarrassment, “it’s cold—”

“Oh no—why would we want to do that?” she resisted.  “It’s such a beautiful evening… and you’ve been away for months without a word to me,” she frowned.  “Let’s stay out here away from the annoying crowd and catch up with each other—what’d you say?” she squeezed my stiffening erection now straining against the tough denim confining him, then traced up and down his rigid length with the end of her middle finger, shooting titillating shocks through me.

The frosty desert air nibbling at my nose as we embraced amongst the festive golden lights shimmering in the trees under the empyreal violet sky overpowered all my sensibilities and rendered me completely unable to resist her advances—I had no willpower to stop her doing whatever she wanted with me.

“What’d… you have in mind?” at last I whispered breathlessly, gazing into her beaming face and twinkling eyes.

Pressing her hot, wet mouth against mine again she probed my mouth with her tongue, yanked at the button holding my blue-jeans together, then tugged excitedly at the unyielding zipper keeping my engorged manhood captive, until at last it yielded, and the fly of my pants folded open.  Now, nearly free of his warm confinement, she slipped her frigid hand into his soft cotton boxers, wrapped her cold fingers around his firm shaft, and tugged him into the biting chill of the dry desert air.

“Umm,” she moaned and attentively began stroking my exposed erection, surges of exhilaration, like little electric shocks, racing through me with each stroke of her frigid hand.  Then she dropped to her knees in front of me, pressing the dark fabric covering her slender legs into the soft red desert sand, pulled down on the blue-jeans and boxers still clinging to my waste until they dropped to the ground around my ankles, the brisk air nibbled my tender backside and protruding hard-on.

“Look at you!” she gasped, examining my neatly groomed sex throbbing to the rhythm of my thumping heart in the tinkling golden light from the trees overhead.  Her delicate and cold fingers then skimmed over the tender, naked skin just above my protruding masculinity usually covered in course, black hair, shocking me so that I cringed at her icy touch.

“You like clean-shaven men”—I sucked in a deep breath and resisted the urge to leap from her cold caress— “you’ve taught me to always keep myself well groomed,” I grinned into her warm face, reflexively squeezed the muscles in my groin, forcing more hot red blood into my stiffening erection, causing him to leap into the frosty atmosphere in front of her.

“I’m flattered you’ve been heeding my advice—you always have been attentive—I like that about you… and now it’s paying off,” she winked.

“Agh!” I yelped in pain as she slipped her icy fingers between my legs to massage my tender testicles, their sack enclosure quickly squeezing them tight to my warm body.  Giggling at my discomfort she tickled the tightly cinched pouch containing my delicate gonads until I begged her to stop, took hold of her wrist to prevent further torture.

“My… aren’t we sensitive,” she smirked.  Then kneading the inside of my thigh with her right hand she resumed slowly stoking the full length of my throbbing reproductive appendage in her left, extended her tongue and licked a dollop of clear pre-come from the little slit opening in its swollen maroon head.  Reaching down I combed my cool fingers through her thick dark hair, clutched her head between my hands and thrust my erection to her waiting mouth.  Yielding to my push she parted her lips, dropped her jaw just enough to let my stiff shaft slowly glide past sharp teeth and over her rough tongue, until its swollen mushroom head pressed into her throat.

Her mouth was simultaneously warm and wet, and sharp and rough.  Hot waves radiated from my manhood’s swollen head, through my core and appendages as she gently took him in, followed by sharp, shocking electric pains as she bit down slightly to tease him.  She played with him for a short time, sucking him down painfully hard, then relaxing, gingerly stroking his length with puckered lips and slimy tongue, lapping at the sensitive underside of his engorged head.

After teasing awhile she clenched my ridged erection in her hands and began diligently using her tongue to stimulate the tender and sensitive underside its bulging glans.  Soon I felt as if I were floating in a sultry ocean, buoyed upon the waves by an enormously inflated hard-on, every nerve in my body numb except for the now super-energized bundle at its head.

“Ahh… I’m gonna come,” I groaned, believing it was only polite to warn her of the coming rush that would soon fill her mouth with my sticky spunk.  She paused a moment, gingerly clenched my shaft in her teeth while her tongue continued its electrifying lapping.  Teetering now at the precipice of climax I desperately fought against the urge for release to prolong the exhilarating sensations sloshing over me, soon though my strength to resist her efforts to bring me to orgasm were exhausted.  Finally letting go she pushed me over the edge, and strong spasms from deep inside me forced thick globs of semen spurting into her hungry mouth.

“Umm… ha ha… ha”—she grinned as best she could with a mouth full of my dick and thick, viscous goo—then squeezing her mouth closed around my tingling hardon she gulped down a mouthful of my slimy ejaculate, withdrew a little and swallowed hard again.

My body was numb now, my feet and hands tingling, as she sucked the last of my seed down, slurped up the slobbery saliva still lubricating my now softening penis.  Raising herself up off the soft red sand she pressed her slick wet mouth to mine and thrust her brackish tongue into my mouth.  “Welcome home young man” she whispered as she withdrew, her dreamy eyes glistening in the delicate light overhead.  Then she turned and left me standing nearly naked in the cold desert to gaze through the glittering trees into the deep violet of the late evening sky.

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The house was a sparkling cacophony of sights and sounds and smells.  Everywhere people in bright and cheerful holiday attire were gathered with drinks and food to chat and laugh and sing and dance.  Still anxious about my earlier escapade outdoors in the rock garden I wandered wearily through the throng of revelers, greeting relatives and old friends, meeting new in-laws and people I had no real connection to at all.  Eventually a cheerful old family friend handed my a hot toddy and I began to feel relief that my obscene romp had gone unnoticed.  Then I saw my stepsister Maya watching me from the foyer near the back of the house.  Having gotten my attention she began threading her way through the crowd of partiers, across the huge family room, her deep dark eyes locked on me.

Dressed in a thick black turtleneck sweater and dark pants, Maya was very unlike the others in their festive garb, and except for full round breasts that voluptuously filled out the sweater, and shapely feminine hips that did the same for the pants, she was very much her mother’s daughter.  I watched uneasily as she made her way through the crowd toward me.

“Hi. It’s been awhile… how’ve you been?” I greeted her warmly as she approached, suddenly feeling my heart in my throat.  She paused and smiled politely but said nothing in response.

“Look-at-her!” she finally grunted, turned to glare across the room at her mother standing tall on the steps leading upstairs, chatting cheerfully with a little gathering of grey and balding middle aged men.

“What about her?” I glanced nonchalantly at the small gathering.

“Look—close,” she turned toward me, her deep, dark eyes flaring.

My heart began thumping painfully in my chest, a hot flame ignited inside me.  I lifted the mug containing the toddy to my mouth trying not to make it obvious I was staring at her leaning against the stairs’ balustrade, head and shoulders above the gathering of infatuated men.

“Umm… am I missing something?” At last I asked after watching her flirting with the old gentlemen—smiling, laughing, swaying to-and-fro in rhythm to the holiday music under the long red-and-green shawl draped over her thin shoulders.  Everything seemed perfectly ordinary.

“Well… you’d think—at the very least—someone should have reminded her to brush the dirt from her knees!”

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