Eigengereid

Ik ben nog maagd als het om bloggen gaat. Deze eerste vier berichten heb ik dan wel keurig kunnen publiceren, maar bij het plaatsen van het laatste verhaal, blijkt dat ik een hele eigengereide blog heb. Het zet witregels waar ik ze niet heb in mijn origineel.
Wie , oh wie, weet hoe ik dit kan veranderen?

Ho,ho,ho!

Ewa meeting opdracht 31 januari: 

Kernwoorden: Kerst, Nieuwjaar, Humor, Erotiek.

Schrijf een erotisch verhaal met humor over kerst en/of nieuwjaar. Beide genres moeten goed te herkennen zijn. 

Ho,ho, ho!

    

     "Watch out!" Sean yelps, steering hard to keep the van away from a stone fence to the side. Cherry squeaks in fright, but her husband manages to bring the car to a safe stop. Feeling utterly lucky they didn't hit anything, they both get out of the car, to see a flat tire has caused the frightful moment. It makes Cherry sigh with relieve, though. A flat tire is easily changed, so she looks at Sean with expectation. Sean, however, wears a huge frown on his brow.

"What's wrong, darling?" she asks concerned straight away.

"I'm afraid we have a bit of a problem, dear," Sean replies, "You see, I had a flat tire last week as well and I haven't had the time yet to get it fixed."

      Cherry shocks profusely. There they are, stranded in the middle of nowhere on a freezing Christmas eve, dressed as Santa and his Christmas elf, because they were supposed to bring joy to the special home for young adults with Down-syndrome, where Sean's younger sister lives.

"No worries, love. I've got my cell phone, but it's in the pocket of my jeans. Help me, please?" Sean adds.

     Of course she helps. Standing in the freezing cold is no fun in the short dress she's wearing, so she quickly  unbuckles the huge belt, pulls up the top of Santa's costume and puts her hand in the trousers. A moment later she triumphantly hands the phone to Sean, who swipes the thing to life, to mutter a curse straight after.

"I'm terribly sorry, darling, but it's out of reach. I can't call," ends the hopeful expectation Cherry had, but Sean continues with: "I see a farm over there. Maybe we may use their phone."

     Cherry follows the pointed finger of Sean to see merry twinkling lights about a quarter of a mile down the road. Relieve washes over her again, to follow her husband, who started to walk straight away. A short walk later they stop at the front door. The bell is rung quickly, which is followed by an unexpected welcome shortly after, when the door is opened by a sharp dressed man of their own age.

"Ahhhhh, great, you're here and just in time too! Come in, come in!" he bellows enthused with a broad smile, while stepping to the side to let Cherry and Sean enter.

"Come on, darling, let me show you the way. You wait here, Santa, I'm back in a sec," the man continues once they are inside.

     Sean mutters about using the phone, but the man grabs Cherry's hand and starts walking down a corridor. Cherry is so overwhelmed that she follows, but not without a quick look over her shoulder. Sean shrugs, probably overwhelmed as well. That's the last she sees, because the man opens a door and pulls her through it.

"Here's she is, Mike. What time will desert be?" the man asks a much younger guy who looks up from whatever he's doing in the huge kitchen Cherry finds herself in.

The guy smiles and answers fifteen minutes or so. With that the man leaves, leaving Cherry standing confused to the marrow.

"Hi there, thanks for coming on such a short notice. Better take that gorgeous dress off, though, I don't want to ruin it," is what the guy Mike starts with.

"What?!" Cherry yelps at that, which seems to puzzle him.

He throws her an awkward look, asking: "Aren't you here to serve as desert table?"

    Cherry can't hide her surprise. She denies strongly and continues with telling the reason why she and her husband came to the farmhouse. Mike then looks at her in utter surprise for a moment, only to burst into a merry laughter.

"Oh my," he hiccups moments later, "I truly apologize, but you were so heaven sent. Now I have to disappoint our guests and serve desert the normal way."

"What do you mean?" Cherry asks truly innocent.

     Mike checks her face with interest. Then he tells Cherry that there's a private party going on, which will be quite interesting if desert gets  served the way he wanted. He continues with explaining the idea. At first Cherry looks shocked, but somewhere along the explanation her body reacts as it has not done for a long time. Her womanhood softens and she feels how it gets moist as well.

    For a second her thoughts turn to the fact it had been many years since her loved one and she had been all over each other having sex. It had been great in the first half of their marriage, though. Sean had always been willing to challenge her at the most impossible places, but somehow those days had vanished. If she'd be totally honest, she was missing those days and now a perfect moment to blow a new spark into their sex life, was given to her. Mike truly has her interest, yet she mutters that her husband probably would not appreciate it if she would go along with the idea.

    Mike is just about to reply on that when Sean, still dressed as Santa, enters the kitchen, at the almost perfect moment, with the most perfect excuse.

"I truly am sorry, honey, but it seems we're stuck here. There's been a terrible accident on the highway, so the emergency service has their hands full. Probably all night too, but no worries, we're invited to stay until the morning. The party in there has been waiting on some Santa entertainment."

Cherry's face lights up by the broad smile which enters her face, while her heart skips a beat.

"I'm sorry we can't go to Dandilly Mansion then, Sean, but in a way we are lucky, aren't we? Mike here told me about the party already and was thrilled when I came in. He thought I was the extra hand in the kitchen they hired, but since she didn't show up, would you mind if I help him out here?"

    Knowing how much his wife loves to cook, Sean doesn't doubt for a second to give consent. That's exactly what Cherry hoped for when she came with the offer. With 'I'll see you later, then', Sean leaves the kitchen, which allows Cherry to turn back to Mike.

   It takes a minute for Cherry to tell him that she has no experience whatsoever at parties like this. It takes Mike less time to say she doesn't need to worry. Five minutes later Cherry lies totally naked on a steel cart waiting for Mike to make a special presentation with all kinds of delicious looking cupcakes, different fruits, whipped cream and as finishing touch, some ice cream.

    Cherry doesn't dare to give in to it, but her stomach is filled with merry giggles. She already admitted a bit shy to Mike how sensual it felt on which Mike only flashed her a huge smile.

"Just wait until you're in there, darling. That's when the real thrill starts," he says with a merry wink.

     Then he asks if she's ready. When she nods he places one cherry on her lips, two on her eyelids, than he starts pushing the cart she's on. Passing the door the merry giggles in her stomach turn to excited expectation. One side of her is shy, the other side horny as hell all of the sudden. The thought of unfamiliar hands, mouths and tongue -  which will all be used according to Mike-  touching her, enhances the tension in her body and then there's the thought on how Sean will react.

The enthused whistles, remarks and giggles when Mike presents her, fills Cherry with even more excitement. She gets even more thrilled when she feels the first fingers touching her skin when one of the cakes is taken from her body. Those fingers are just the start of a rousing fifteen minutes as she has never experienced before.

The guests are not shy. Soon enough someone starts to lick the ice cream which is melting on her warm body. That tongue is followed by a few more, all focused on rousing her even more, or so it seems. Her breasts are a favourite place to lick for several different tongues. Her thoughts are interrupted by a squeak which comes from her own throat when hands lifts her legs, just before a tongue finds her pussy to lick. Gods, that is sweet torture! Did she think she was horny when Mike turned her into desert, she wished someone would fuck her as no one has ever done before right there and then. As if her wish is heard, the sweet arousal stops when she hears her Sean bellow:  "Ho, ho, ho! You all might be enjoying this delicious dish, but I am going to fuck it right now! Merry Christmas everyone!"