Page 37 of Festive Flings

Oh, yes. That sounds like perfection. “I’m sure I can be persuaded. But, Owen, go easy. I’ve never done this before either.” He lightly smacks me on my bare ass. and when I feel his tongue thrust into me first, I melt against his mouth and fall to my elbows. Owen seems to know exactly how to please me. I don’t even know how to please myself. Carl certainly didn’t know how to please me.

Carl didn’t like to ‘rut like dogs’. He said he only liked missionary. It haunts me that when I walked in on him with that woman, she was riding him like he was a bucking bronco. Afterwards, Carl told me he had been finding things lacking between us and didn’t know how to approach me about it. I guess it was easier for him to turn elsewhere than to develop a deeper and more satisfying connection with me.

Until I really tried other stuff with Owen, I had thought that my relationship had broken down because of my lack of imagination and sexual prowess. Now I know, it just didn’t work with Carl. Things fall apart everyday so better things can come together. And boy did Owen and I cum together.

When I broke things off with Carl, I was shocked to find I didn’t actually miss him. Most of my heartache came from being humiliated, and at losing my home and dog, because Carl didn’t want us to finish. Despite him being the one to hurt me and be unfaithful, I in effect had to leave him when he refused to leave me. Carl continued to rub salt in my wounds even after the incident that led to us ending. I know Owen would never be so cruel.

I am falling fast and deep for Owen. Is it possible to fall in love this fast? I’m not sure, but it feels good. It feels so right and easy and like we’ve been together for a long time already. I am comfortable, happy and satisfied with Owen. I am looking forward to the promise of the future with him. I feel like he knows me and my soul… and I believed him when he told me he has wanted and loved me for a long time. Could it be possible that I loved him too, without realising it?

~ Owen ~

I didn’t realise how insecure Jamie is. I know she has little doubts and a lack of confidence. We’ve spent a lot of time together on these trips and in the office. The first time I realised she was scared of flying, she didn’t actually tell me. We were on one of the shortest flights, and she freaked out and couldn’t breathe.The issue is always with take-off and landing.

I knew about her insecurity about her body, because so many times when we have had to attend meetings, dinners, galas and events for work during business trips, I would overhear her ask Tim or one of the other PAs, ‘How shit do my boobs look in this?’ or, ‘Do I look like a boy?’, and the things she said about them to us all in the group often felt like she made fun of her boobs before anyone else could. Her reaction to Carl’s put down about her ‘non-existent, pathetic excuse for tits’ killed me inside and had me ready to fucking strangle the jackass. How could he treat her so poorly?

The way she attacked me when I came back with our breakfast shocked me. Surely, she didn’t think after all this time, and the most incredible night, that I would get up and leave her? However, when I look at her past, it doesn’t take a genius to work out why. Everyone apart from her sister has left her or hurt her. She expects people to leave now, because that’s all she knows.

As she crawls towards me on all fours, swaying her hips, I just have to have her. She is the sexiest woman I have ever known. To me, she is perfect: there is nothing I would change. Not even her insecurities, because they make my Jamie exactly who she is. I’ll do my best to help build her confidence up, but at her pace.

My whole body reacts to her; my cock has been hard since I walked back into the hotel room. As soon as she wiggles her ass, my cock throbs and aches. I must have her. I need to have her.

I walk around the bed in a determined daze, tearing my clothes off. I was just going to slide right into her from behind, but when she asks me in her husky voice to go easy because she’s never done it this way before, I change my mind. I’m going to make this the best experience of her life.

Her tight pussy is just visible to me through her shaven lips, and before I can help myself, I plunge my tongue right into the heat of her. Her nectar is an aphrodisiac, one drop on my tongue and I crave more. As I eat away at her precious flesh, I hear her surprised moan of pleasure, and so I continue to probe and lick her clit. She falls to her elbows and rests her cheek against the bed.

“I will never ever get enough of you, Jamie; I want you all day, everyday, for the rest of our days. In every way we want. I want it all with you, babe.”

When her legs start to shake, I climb up on the bed next to her and slide a condom on. “Tell me if it feels too deep or it hurts. It will feel different from this angle, okay?”

“I will,” she promises as I line myself up with her entrance. Just that tiny amount of contact and my dick is jumping with glee, wanting to play and ready to shoot already. It really seems to have a life of its own around Jamie.

I press into her slowly, groaning as I do. Her pussy is exquisite. She is wet, warm, tight and perfect. I keep checking that it feels good for her; I don’t want to hurt her.

“Erm… Owen. I need you now, faster.” She is getting bolder. I like that, and since this position is a favourite of mine, I want her to really enjoy it. Seems like I’m not doing my job if she’s having to ask for more.

“Sorry, babe, I was trying to go easy,” I say as I start to slam into her, her groan of satisfaction pushing me almost to the edge. She pushes back against me, forcing harder and rougher movements from me, and then shouts my name as her body surrenders to the overwhelming climax. Her legs give way, and I slam into her once more as I blow my load. We both pant as our sweaty bodies continue to convulse with pleasure. Every time feels even more spectacular than the last. I could die a happy man right now.

“That was amazing, Owen. My legs are still shaking.” I reluctantly pull out of her, and she moans when I do. “I feel empty when you’re not inside me now.” It pleases me to no end when she says little things like this. I chuckle and lay down next to her, and she snuggles into me.

“Don’t tempt me. I need to go out soon. That was my last condom.” She tickles my chest hair absentmindedly.

“Can I come with you? Maybe we can take a look at some other stuff while we are there.” My wayward cock starts to harden at the thought of taking Jamie to one of the adult stores I know are around here. “Oi, stop it, we have no more condoms, remember?”

The glint in her eyes tells me she likes that I find her irresistible.

“What do you want to do about this long term? Were you taking birth control before?” She nods yes before she replies.

“I’ll make an appointment when we get back home, and then we won’t have to worry about running out of condoms anymore.” I kiss her hard. This feels like a proper confirmation that we are together and that we are a couple.

“Shall we go and explore for a while and get some supplies? I know a shop or two in Copenhagen that might tickle your fancy.” Her eyes gleam with curiosity and intrigue.

“I think I’d like that, too. Don’t laugh, but I’ve never been to one of those kinds of shops before, Owen.” That settles it, I have to take her shopping.

“Come on then, babe, get dressed. The quicker we get going, the quicker we can come back for more fun.”

She giggles as I chase her into the bathroom. I love her playful nature, because it shows me that we are going to have fun, much more fun than I had initially thought or dared to hope for.

We walk down the street hand-in-hand. Jamie looks amazing. Her cheeks glow, she’s smiling and there is a buzz about her. I can’t keep my eyes or my hands off her. She insisted on us both wearing Santa hats and I don’t have it in me to refuse her.

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