Page 38 of Festive Flings

After stopping by a chemist where I pick up the biggest box of condoms I can find, we carry on walking past The City Hall Square and over to Stroget, which is a long shopping street in Copenhagen that has all the leading brands. I lead her to the end of the block of shops, and on the corner is where I want to take her: DMasque, an adult pleasure store. Jamie smiles and bites her lip when we arrive, so I double check she’s still feeling up to this. “Are you sure, babe?”

I needn’t have worried; she practically drags me inside. “I’m so excited,” she whispers to me with enthusiasm.

I have been in this shop before, it was a couple of years ago which is why I know it is here, but last time I wasn’t really interested in what was on offer. Now I’m here with Jamie, and I couldn’t be more eager. I want to experiment with her. I want to buy her toys and dress-up. I want it all with her.

An assistant greets us, shows us where everything is located and encourages us to peruse their repertoire of products.

Jamie’s eyes are wide, trying to absorb everything around her. “Some of this stuff is downright scary, Owen!” she whispers.

“We can leave; we don’t need any of this stuff,” I offer, but she cuts me off by shaking her head at me.

“Some of it looks scary, but some of it is… interesting. Like this, what does this do?” She picks up the feather duster that the shop assistant has just used to clean the shelves.

I can't help but laugh at the wonder in her voice; she is so cute. “Babe, that is a duster the assistant just used to clean the shelves.”

Her face is red as she drops the duster. “Maybe I’ll just get a vibrator or a whip instead. Oh my God, how embarrassing!” She laughs, too, and it's too perfect an opportunity to not kiss her. Everything about her, everything she does, it's just perfect. She is perfect.

We go through to the next alcove and there are several dressing up outfits that draw her attention. A nurse, a French maid and a patent leather skin-tight crotchless body stocking. I indicate to the assistant that I want them all while Jamie continues to browse. When we arrive at the sex toys, she doesn’t seem impressed by the large multicoloured phalluses and cringes at the thought of a glass dildo.

“No, no, no! What if it smashes inside me? That’ll be an embarrassing visit to Accident & Emergency, Owen!” I pick up the small lady finger, a g-spot stimulator, some lube and nipple clamps.

As I make my way to the till to pay, Jamie strikes up a conversation with one of the assistants, who passes her a card and air kisses her. I'm glad she is distracted so I can pay without her noticing too much.

When she approaches the till, she has three items in her hands: strawberry body paint, a pair of handcuffs and a slim leather riding crop. "Owen, love, I don't think I'll take the feather duster," she jokes as we pay.

My heart sours at her casual endearment, I know what she is saying is in jest, but that word is one I have waited a long time for. She may not be exactly where I am yet, but all these little steps edge us closer and closer to where I want us to be: A proper couple. We are going to have so much fun along the way. She calls me ‘love’ so effortlessly, it feels as though I have always been her love.

With our bag of goodies, we giddily make our way back out into the street where snow is falling; it won't stick but it feels romantic. I got my Christmas present early. Jamie is finally mine, and we have so much to look forward to.

~ Tim ~

Time seems to drag until I see Lauren again on Friday night. I am both nervous and excited. How can a beauty like her still be so innocent? I am both flattered and honoured she trusts me to be the man to guide her. I have been on pins all day waiting for my turn to show her a good time.

My biggest issue is… I want to show her the best time, so I know I need to make her cum. I feel like I have one shot to get this right. So do I use fingers or go straight for the big guns and lick her out? I don’t want to scare her off. I just want to make her feel like a million dollars.

If I was being selfish, I would just play with her jugs all night. I cannot wait to get my mouth on them. She has a big, healthy set of knockers. They are absolutely mesmerising. The way they strain against her tops, the subtle hint of cleavage and her nipples hardening through her clothing just drive me wild. She has caught me on a couple of occasions looking at them. I’m no better than the teenage version of myself. All I can think of is the heavy, sensitive flesh in my hands, being free to lift them and push them together, and her wanting me to kiss every inch of them ending at her large nipples, dark and hard screaming to be sucked and tweaked.

But I am not selfish. Well, not that selfish. Tonight is not about me. Tonight is all about Lauren; I am going to make sure of it. I want this to be earth shattering for her.

I call her as I make my way back to her flat and tell her I am bringing Chinese food. She squeaks back at me which makes me laugh. “Are you ok, Flower?” She says she is and then rushes off, telling me to hurry up.

As I stand at the intercom waiting for her to let me in, butterflies dance around in my tummy. When I finally see her, less than twenty hours after I last did, I plonk the food on the hall table, take her face in my hands and kiss her passionately. She gives my tongue access after letting out a surprised yelp at my sudden display, before she melts into my embrace. “I missed you so much,” I tell her in between my kisses, and she smiles shyly back at me in response.

“Do you want food first?” she asks.

I shake my head. I am being forward and dominant tonight, because somehow, I feel that is what she needs. “I want you; I want you first, please?” Her eyes widen but she nods her consent. “Can we use your bedroom this time?” She smiles and pulls me along to her bedroom.

“What do you want me to do, Tim?” She stands in the dim light looking vulnerable and shy, and I just want to reassure her that everything will be okay.

“I want you to trust me. I want you to trust me to touch you and give you what you gave me last night. Can you do that?” She moves her head very slowly up and down. “Good, I want you to take off your clothes from the waist down and lie on the bed for me, please.”

I watch her intently as she follows my instructions. When she removes her panties and stockings, I look away to allow some privacy. Her bed squeaks when she climbs into it.

She keeps her skirt on, opting to roll it up around her waist instead, and when she sits on the edge of her bed, I tell her to stop. I take off my jacket and kneel down in front of her. “Just shift your ass back a tiny bit, Flower.” She does as I ask, and I place my hands on her legs and feel her shaking. “Don’t worry, Lauren. Everything is going to be okay; I promise you. Now, just lay back and close your eyes. And trust me.”

She follows my instructions perfectly. I place little kisses all the way up from her ankle to her knee and then repeat on the other leg. Her legs are white, smooth and shapely. Lifting one up, I bend it gently so I can place her foot on the edge of the bed. After repeating the process with the other leg, I try to spread her knees apart, but she resists and holds her legs shut like a vice.

“Lauren, I promise I am not going to hurt you. When you're ready just let your knees fall to the bed.” Like magic, she opens her legs to me, revealing soft thighs and her juicy pussy that is already glistening. I kiss my way up from her knees to the junction between her legs and suck, kiss and nip at her womanly thighs as I do. I have dreamt of these thighs wrapping around my head as I eat her out.

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