"Baby, It's Cold Outside," I sang to myself and smiled. By tomorrow night you'll be holding me warm and tight.



But tonight is going to be a completely different experience.





10:47 PM San Francisco Marriott Waterfront



Brian looked forward to only one thing after a very long, tiring day of meetings. He threw his briefcase on the hotel work desk and sat in the chair overlooking San Francisco Bay. But the view was lost on him as his gaze focused only on the envelope he anxiously turned over and over as if deciphering an invisible secret code. He came to expect unusual games from me and he knew it usually involved something amorous.



His phone lit up with a text.



11:00 PM SAMANTHA: merry christmas honey. you can open it now!



His fingers tore the envelope, pulling out the folded pages that revealed the poem that would transform his dull, lonely night into one filled with holiday cheer.

He re-read the words again. 11:04 PM SAMANTHA: I'm in bed alone Brian. sensuously waiting. 11:05 PM SAMANTHA: I'm in my red christmas baby doll with the white fur trim.

Sensuously waiting, I lie in my bed, While visions of Santa danced in my head. My hand lithely moved across my warm chest Wishing that Santa would kiss my sweet breast.

Sensuously waiting, I lie in my bed, While visions of Santa danced in my head. My hand lithely moved across my warm chest Wishing that Santa would kiss my sweet breast.

Sensuously waiting, I lie in my bed, While visions of Santa danced in my head. My hand lithely moved across my warm chest Wishing that Santa would kiss my sweet breast.

Twas the night before Christmas, with no one at home, But I in my negligee, lying here all alone. With warm massage oils atop my bed stand, In hopes that St. Nicholas would lend me a hand."

Twas the night before Christmas, with no one at home, But I in my negligee, lying here all alone. With warm massage oils atop my bed stand, In hopes that St. Nicholas would lend me a hand."



11:05 PM SAMANTHA: remember the panties?



11:05 PM BRIAN: umm... I love those! I bet you look gorgeous in them!



He exuded with excitement.



11:06 PM SAMANTHA: Uh huh...well, I'm not wearing them. I'm not wearing any.



I knew that the thought of me, alone in bed without panties flushed him with a hormonal surge.



11:07 PM SAMANTHA: I only have on the baby doll.



11:07 PM SAMANTHA: and I just untied the front for you!



11:08 PM SAMANTHA: my hands are teasing my breasts. ( . ) ( . ) I wish you were here.



Brian closed his eyes and breathed deeply, losing himself in the thought of his wife lying alone on their bed, her hands sensuously exploring the beautiful, full, soft breasts he loved so much. Everything about her breasts he adored.



He loved the way they settled into his hands as he nakedly stood behind her, reaching around to cup them as he kissed her neck and shoulders.



Nothing started his day off better than her stepping into his morning shower, lathering her breasts with attentive hands, their bodies blissfully slipping and sliding harmoniously.



He relished the taste of her as his lips journeyed across her breasts, trails of kisses leaving her delicious nipples firm and desirous for more.



He opened his eyes, clearly drawn into her seduction.



11:09 PM SAMANTHA: my nipples ache to feel your kiss.



11:09 PM BRIAN: Oh Sam...



He sighed appreciatively to the silence in the room as he read more.





My fingers encircled my hardening nipples.

The urge rising inside me now nearly triples.



Aroused, instinctively his hand targeted carnal ground zero, rubbing through his khakis to the image of her fingers nimbly toying with her hardening nipples.



How he loved lavishing them with kisses before softly sucking them into his mouth, his lips pulling lightly as his tongue twirls around the luscious tips.





Lower and lower, my hands slowly trail,

To the warm silky spot that I finger like Braille.





11:11 PM BRIAN: my god Sam.



"This is fucking hot...," he thought, then panicked at the realization that he was at a loss for words to type in response.



I breached Brian's comfort zone but I knew he would shine.



Words flew through his mind as his fingers started to type. Ugh. Too dirty. Backspace. Backspace. Backspace. More typing. Too direct. Select All Delete.



"I have to type SOMETHING! Shit!" he cursed.

Too creepy? Douchey? Not hot enough? God dammit, think! Nervously wondering if he was on the right path, he took a chance and hit Send.



11:12 PM BRIAN: I love touching you there, Sam. I wish I could feel you right now





I slide them about as I wiggle and quiver,

And tighten my grip as I squirm and I shiver.

I play all alone to bring myself cheer



11:13 PM SAMANTHA: I wish I could feel you too, Brian



11:15 PM SAMANTHA: my fingers are sliding deep inside me. if only it was you instead



"Holy Shit! I need a drink," he mused to himself, standing to rearrange his now raging hard on. The bourbon emerged from the mini-fridge and found its way to a glass of ice. After a few sips, he took a deep breath and continued.





When all of a sudden I heard the door creak.

I was startled to see who had snuck a quick peek!

There with a handsome warm smile on his face,

Dear Santa had seen what went on in this place!



“Don’t worry my dear, Santa likes what he sees.

Nothing wrong with a girl who yearns to be pleased!

So slide right on over, make room on your bed.

Let Jolly Old Santa please you instead.”



11:22 PM SAMANTHA: Are you there? I'm so fucking hot for you right now



11:22 PM BRIAN: Jesus, u r amazing, Sam!



11:23 PM SAMANTHA: I know ? ! Just keep reading my luv





"My Dear," he said with a bright jolly smile,

It’s time you let me pleasure you for a while.

I knew in a moment his plans were erotic.

I fell into his arms, it was almost hypnotic.

His mouth moved up slowly to meet my warm lips.

As his tongue lightly circled, my heart beat a skip.

“Dear Santa, I need you,” I whispered so faint.

His eye simply winked. He had no complaint!

His look was enthralling; he knew all my needs

And was ready to meet them with nice Christmas deeds.

The Mistletoe hung from the ceiling above,

Foretelling the story of this night of love.

Our tongues entwined slowly in a warm Yuletide kiss

(I hope I was marked “Naughty” on his Christmas List!)

His kisses ravaged my neck as he fondled my breasts

I was certain to put Ole’ St. Nick to the test."

11:26 PM SAMANTHA: I'm being very naughty right now!



He pondered again for the right response. "Ease into it, buddy. Don't over respond with your typical male exuberance," he chided himself.



11:29 PM BRIAN: tell me what you're doing to be so naughty



Thank god he finally picked up the ball and ran. That's my man!



11:30 PM SAMANTHA: Mmmm, Brian. just read and imagine. it's that good!





“Oh Santa,” I cooed ever so sultry and sly,

“Slide your hand slowly down my trembling thigh.

Now trace your fingers from there to my knees.

Oh Yes! Santa Baby! You’re really a tease!"



His erection throbbed.





With glee in his eyes, he worked his way South.

He skillfully wandered “down there” with his mouth.

He encircled my mound with his tongue like a wreath

And craftily nibbled and pulled with his teeth!

11:33 PM BRIAN: Damn, baby, you're so fucking hot! I can't stand being away from you.



11:35 PM SAMANTHA: I know ;>) I need u so badly. can I call u? I need my hands free to do other things...



"OMG, this is amazing," he rejoiced enthusiastically, now that the second bourbon stripped away another layer of inhibition.





His style was amazing, I knew I would come.

“Not so fast my dear Santa, I want to have fun!”

So I rose from my bed and I stood there quite nude.

“Now, Santa Baby, no time to be prude!”





His phone rang. "Hello, sweetheart. What line are you on in the poem?"



"Umm. ...no time to be prude...jesus, Samantha, did you write this?"



"Shhh. Just sit back, relax and listen. I'll read from here."



I read from my copy, although by now, I knew the poem by heart.





My hand slipped beneath the belt of his pants

And he shuddered and moaned as I made my advance.

“Oh Santa Baby!” I exclaimed as I squeezed.

"Are those Jingle Bells?” Then he shook to his knees.





"I fucking love this, baby!" He massaged to relieve the pressure of his cramped erection imprisoned behind bars of a brass zipper.



"Oh, Brian. You have no idea how much I'd love to jingle your bells right now."



His hand pressed harder against himself as he rubbed up and down across the khaki barrier between his hand and pleasure.



I continued narrating the poem that morphed into reality before our eyes.





I unbuckled his trousers. They dropped to the ground.

Naked bodies held tightly. There wasn't a sound.

Then, “Oh Santa Baby, that’s quite a big stick”

Course I had to bend over and give it a lick.





Brian's hastened breathing betrayed his actions. As if commanded by the poem, he had unbuckled his pants and slid down his zipper, gripping himself tightly, imagining my hand rubbing up and down his shaft.



"You're stroking yourself, aren't you?" I cooed. "Go ahead, Brian. Rub that big, thick dick, baby. Just imagine me being there with you."



"What would you want me to do to you right now?" I teased.



He wasted no time answering. "Rub my cock while you suck me like a big candy cane."



Nice one Brian. Very nice indeed. This is finally going somewhere!



"You might want to get the bottle of hand cream they stock in the bathroom. You're going to need it. And put your phone on speaker.



We both need to be hands free from here on," I warned then read to him some more.





My mouth worked its magic on his candy cane

Til I thought he would pop like a cork from champagne.

"Dear lady," he said, “it’s time that we share

the love that we have, if only you dare.”





"I'm so hard for you right now Samantha." He stroked himself faster, imagining the soft lips of her sultry mouth wrapped around him, sucking him in deeply.



"That's how I like you, sweetheart. Hot and hard. Your cock is so gorgeous and delicious. I love the way it feels so thick and full in my hands as I stroke up and down, just like you're doing right now.



"I wish I was there covering it with licks and kisses then letting my warm mouth swallow you up, sucking you in completely as I feel you throb against my tongue."



"Fuck..." uttered Brian.



A contemplative moment of silence followed by an exhaustive sigh as he continued stroking.



"Fuck... Me," he elaborated.



"I so wish I could, Brian."



One hand teased my breast, the other slid effortlessly against my very moist mound.



"I want to fuck you so badly, Sam."



His hand rode up his shaft and twisted around the swollen head before sliding back down.



"Can't tonight baby. We'll just have to make do with what we have. I sure wish I could feel you inside me. Guess I'll just have to do it myself. " I teased.



"I'm so wet for you right now. My fingers are playing inside me, just aching to touch that spot you know so well."



Two fingers curled up to rub against it, eliciting my faint murmuring moan. He recognized the familiar sound. Brian exhaled deeply to make room for the gasp of exhilaration I heard at the other end of the phone.



"I'm rubbing there now, Brian. Oh my god, it feels so good. I can't stand you not lying beside me and doing it for me. My fingers are inside as my thumb is rolling around my clit. You know I love how you to do that to me."



His voice grew husky with heavier breathing. My own breathing labored as my attention focused on my single thumb rubbing mercilessly against the sweetly swollen bud. A flush rolled up from my chest to my neck as my head involuntarily pushed back hard against the pillow.



I was surprised how fast it overcame me. My back arched, lifting my hips upwards, pushing harder against the clitoral assault.



I gasped a quick breath, swallowing it deep inside me as I pressed every ounce of my being into the center of my sexual existence. Under my thumb came successive waves sending trembles into my thighs til they quivered.



I imploded into myself with a deep, lingering, suppressed moan that traveled 2,126 miles to reach Brian's ears before I collapsed back onto the bed, my hand gripping tightly between my legs.



Damn! That one caught me off guard.



"Shit! Baby, did you come?" Dire dismay consumed his voice.



"Maybe a little. But it was only a start!" I panted, grinning with delight to assuage his fear that this flirtatious volley was over.



"I have not even begun."



"jesus..." he trailed off with a sigh.



Fingers circled my nipples, teasing and squeezing as my thighs pressed tightly against my hand rubbing between my legs before I continued on.





With that invitation, I laid on the bed.

And gave him his present, my legs fully spread.

He entered me slowly, penetrated me deeply.

I bucked and I moaned, his thrusts filled me completely.





All I could hear was his throaty, heavy breathing in unison with the tempo of his hand rubbing up and down his shaft to my irresistible teasing.



"You know what you should do baby?" I continued relentlessly.



"You know how you love it when I cup my hands around your balls and pull them down as I rub your thick cock?"



A guttural moan implied understanding.



"Go ahead and do that for me, baby. Stroke your hot cock as you tug on your balls."



"I know that feels good for you, doesn't it? Makes your cock so hard. Just how I like it when my mouth slides over the top and my lips grip just past the head. Then I suck hard as I pull back up to the tip, then back down with my tongue rolling around and around the head of your cock as I suck you into me harder. Now how does it feel?



"Jesus Christ, Sam!" he huffed in approval with no reference to his religious convictions.



"I knew you would like that one, Brian. But there's more."



"My fingers are back inside me, honey. I'm rubbing them so hard and deep. Just the way you play with my pussy, baby. Ahhh, I love the way you kiss me there. I love feeling your warm tongue licking up and down then parting my lips and delving inside to taste me. My hips rise up to meet your hungry kisses. But you know what I really love Brian?"



"What, baby?" he pants.





"When you press your tongue flat against my clit and rub it around as your fingers plunge inside me. Oh, god, I love the feeling when you curl your fingers up against my little spot. Your tongue pressing against my clit and your fingers rocking against that spot. Shit, Brian! Why can't you be here doing it to me now?" I breathlessly tease as my hands mimic my desire.





More speechless panting is all I heard at the other end.





"I can tell you're close to coming. Aren't you? I can hear it in your breath. Listen, baby. I need you to tell me when you think you're close to coming, ok?"



He took a deep breath. Then held it in silent tension, finally exhaling deeply with an earthy groan, "ok."



Yes, he was close. But I still had one last stanza to go.





For hours it seemed that we warmed up the night

Making sensuous love till the wee morning’s light.

Smiling together, we held each one tightly.

If you'll be my Santa, we’d do this nightly!





"That's it, baby. Harder," I coaxed.





I slipped a third finger alongside the two already driving deep inside me as my palm pressed firmly against my clit imagining that it was his tongue. My hand rocked faster, relentlessly attacking my spot with strikeforce precision. Inceptive sparks of passion ignited again.





It would be only moments before they raced up my spine to explode into a full body quaking, thrashing against the mattress orgasm that leaves me shaking and panting and quivering into the sheets where I lie comatose, waiting for life to flow back into my body. I was almost there. But not completely. I just needed a little more time.





I begged him, "I want to come for you, baby. I need to come so badly. I'm imagining the feeling of you inside me. Grab your cock tightly and imagine being inside me, Brian. My pussy clamps tightly around your thick, rock hard cock while you thrust deep inside, our every movement in perfect unison, furiously fucking. I want you to fuck me hard. I love the way your hips grind against me, the base of your cock rubbing against my clit. Oh, god, Brian, that feels so fucking incredible. I want to feel your hot cock push deep into me with that last final thrust. I want to hear that muffled groan as your cock pulses, surging sweet streams inside me. I want you to come, baby. I want us to come together."



I could barely discern his words over his erratic breathing.





Hmm, I might have gone too far on that one.

"I have to come baby. I'm gonna come."





Shit. It was too much.





"Not yet baby! Slow down. I don't want you to come just now."





"What?! Sam, what the fuck!" he protested.







"Stop. Now, Brian. You'll thank me later. Trust me."



"Goddammit! What are you doing?" Brian's frustrated, woeful pleading brought a wry smile to my face as I imagined his derailed sexual tension.



All good things come to those who wait, my mother used to say. But I don't think this is what she had in mind.



"You know how much you love it when you're almost to the edge then I suddenly stop to take you in my mouth? I love the scent and taste of me on you as I lick up your cock before sucking you in deeply. Then your body slides down until your mouth is between my legs as I spread to let your tongue slide in to relish the umami you crave so much. But when we resume it is voraciously glorious. It's that kind of slow down, baby. The kind of slowdown that brings us ecstatically soul-wrenching orgasms. Can you do that for me? Can you hold back just a bit?"





His grip loosened. His strokes eased to curb the rising urge. A desperate sigh.



"That's ok baby. Just go slow while I catch up, " I urged.





"My fingers are thrusting deep inside me. How I wish it was you. I've found that spot and I'm rubbing so hard. God, Brian. You feel so good inside me. I can feel your hot thick cock thrusting so hard and deep." My hand serves as a surrogate cock fucking me relentlessly. I clench tightly around it.





"Let's come together, baby. Please come for me."





I hear Brian's rapid breathing resume. Suddenly, his breath breaks silent. Then a raspy sigh. And again. He is so close.





I sucked in short bursts of breath, fighting for precious air to fuel my constricting muscles, contracting into viperous coils, as they vibrate in unison, readying to strike out into orgasmic fury.





We both grasp at breaths that are so rapidly shallow neither of us is capable of intelligible speech. Furiously stroking and rubbing and probing, neither of us feels anything except flesh on flesh friction and the tension rising within and between us. I hear Brian's breath grow frenetic, turned silent again, then a deep throaty groan that let me know he was near.





I was closer.





"FUCK! Oh God Brian!" Three quick deep thrusts of my fingers catapulted my back into a high arch as nerves recoiled, triggering an explosive wave that surged through me, "Fuck. Oh Fuck...Fuck. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh f...........uck!!!"





From that moment he was helpless. "Oh.... god... Samantha!" He pleaded, growling through bursts of abbreviated breaths before erupting into his final gasping groan of climactic release.





Both phones went silent save the uncontrollable panting of two bodies collapsed into sedative joy.





What an incredibly erotic and sensuous experience. So unexpected. So different. And so, so much better than I had imagined it could have been.







"Sam, I -"





"Shhh," I cut him off. "Don't speak baby. Your exhausted breath against the silence is so amazingly hypnotic. You are so absolutely amazing."





Reposed like a yoga savasana, we were consumed in savoring the sounds, the energy, and feeling of the raw sexual experience. Our bodies were apart but our spirits were intimately united.





"Good night, My Santa Baby. Sweet dreams. We'll resume our holiday anniversary when you get home. I love you more than you know."





Then I hung up and smiled.



