By Jenny Swift
My life could become majestic, sophisticated in many ways. Singing was my passion, and I pursued it with great enthusiasm, optimism, and love. However, on more than one occasion I wondered if it was worth it. The most celebrated month of the year was approaching. December, with its carols, delicious food, gifts and messages of peace. I was far from home, and had no hope of returning in time for Christmas. My international tour had been extended, many countries to visit, and little time to spend with family. My name, Carol, was heard everywhere I went. Millions of raving fans screaming my songs, and endless messages of support. However, I was lonely. Christmas Eve came and went very quickly. And I found myself locked within four walls. A hotel room that seemed gloomy on that special day. I had a few invitations from the team, but still, I decided that if I wasn't with my family, I might as well spend it alone. A video call only made things worse, when I saw everyone together having a good time without me. Tears soon came to my eyes, and I left that room to wander the streets. This had been the main reason I went down to the hotel lobby. I felt desolate, and I just wanted to walk.
"Oh my God. It's Carol." I heard someone shout behind me.
I turned my head to see a rather attractive man gazing at me with a big smile and amazed eyes. I smiled. I usually didn't approach strangers, but this man caught my attention right away. He was wearing a rather dapper suit, and his frank smile was very hard to ignore. I froze, one hand on the verge of opening the exit door, and he approached me.
"Yes, it's you. What a pleasure to meet. I consider myself a big fan. How strange to get you in this hotel." He was polite, he didn't get any closer than necessary, he kept his distance. Which I appreciated.
"Stuck in a hotel on Christmas Eve." I said, and laughed. In fact, we both did.
"That's my case, too. Business trip." He indicated.
I couldn't help but feel relieved that someone was in the same situation. That man prevented me from leaving the hotel, which I was not supposed to do without security. His name was James, and on impulse, I invited him up to my room. We had hit it off from the start, and it seemed like a good idea to join each other since we couldn't do it with our respective families. He was a natural conversationalist, and he was making me forget how much I wanted to go home.
"I find it amazing to be here with you drinking wine like it's the most normal thing in the world." He said.
And I jumped on him. He didn't expect it, and I almost made him fall to the floor. We were on a couch, and I kissed him full on the lips. He wouldn't do anything like that, so I initiated it. James took me more firmly, and we continued kissing until I was on top of him completely. My lips slid across his, they were soft and tender, worthy lips of a very handsome man. Underneath his executive suit, gigantic muscles were waiting for me. This excited me to no end. James hugged me tightly, as if he wanted to hold on to me forever. We fell off the couch, and found more comfort on the floor, where there was more room to maneuver. James asserted himself, rolling over to lie on top of me and initiating a series of kisses given with uncontrollable ardor. He had leaned over me, and kissed me gently, but making it clear that something more was to come. I closed my eyes, and felt the sensation of his lips on mine, that pleasure, spread throughout my body. My crotch roared, and I opened even wider, carried away by the rage.
James added his hands to the equation, running them over my skin, lifting the simple t-shirt I wore for a walk. He abandoned my mouth to kiss my neck, my collarbone, followed by my yearning breasts. My nipples were stiff, he placed a finger on one of them, and rubbed it. That gesture was like someone flipping a switch in me. My arms went around him and pulled him towards my breasts. He smiled before taking my nipples into his mouth, a glistening tongue of wetness attacked them, licking greedily. I reacted without delay, writhing with pleasure on the floor. James stopped, and lifted me onto the nearest bed. He regained his position on my body, and his tongue had no interruption in licking my breasts with great voluptuousness. James removed my pants, which prevented him from having more freedom, and one of his fingers played with my clitoris, while he licked and sucked my breasts.
The combination unleashed my moans, which I resumed almost immediately. James was good at what he did. I no longer remembered why I had been so sad. He was devouring every inch of my skin, giving me the ultimate pleasure with his fingers and tongue. Suddenly, James was moving down, the licks moved to my abdomen, but they didn't stop there. I clutched at the sheets as he ate my pussy voraciously. His licks moved from my clitoris to the entrance of my vagina, where his tongue delved in and I screamed with delight. He stretched out his arms until he reached my breasts and took them between his hands to squeeze them, not neglecting my wet cave that cried out for more. I came hard, and confirmed it with a string of very genuine screams and moans. James licked his lips, as a large amount of my juices dripped onto his mouth. "Your taste is delicious." He whispered as he pulled off his pants, and I debated turning around so that my back was to him. I lifted my ass just enough for James to ram into me viciously. He grabbed my neck, but without squeezing. His assaults were slow and picked up speed as time progressed.
He kissed my back, my neck, and whispered sensual things that inflamed my senses even more. I bellowed and my moans made James thrust harder into me. He grabbed my hips and lifted them until I was on all fours on the bed. With my face pressed to the bed, I reveled in his viciously proportioned thrusts. My shapely ass bounced against his body, and all that noise was intoxicating. He fondled my breasts, and kneaded them. His lunges propelled me forward, and I hit my head on the headboard a couple of times. Nothing to stop me from feeling that the pleasure James was giving me was all I needed.
After brutally fucking me in that position, we lay on our sides, and kissed passionately as James fucked me and his hard cock spurted in and out of me at full speed. I was forced to stop kissing him to scream, as I had a second orgasm that left me breathless. James pulled out and came on my buttocks. We stayed like that, cuddling in that position for a long time, until we heard the noise coming from outside. Christmas had arrived.
It had been an incredible night after feeling so depressed. A night to remember forever. I hadn't gone home, but James made me feel great for a few hours, and that pleased me to the nth degree. A Christmas full of emotions...Merry Christmas.
