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Gift Wrapping
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Gift Wrapping
by Dulcinea
He watched her wrap a present in silver foil wrapping, the paper
snapping into crisp folds, forming around the box beautifully.
His own box looked good, nicely wrapped, but next to hers, it
appeared amateurish, messy. He sighed, tacking a pre-made bow on
the outside of the box, sliding the name tag under the sticky
cardboard. The whole living room floor was buried under the
Christmas mess. "Why am I helping again?" he asked. "You do a
better job than I do."
"Oh, don't be silly." She pulled a length of red satin ribbon
off a spool, winding it around the box while she spoke. "Your
boxes look great! Besides, you promised to help me." She stuck
out her bottom lip in a mock pout.
"I didn't mean I was going to abandon you here. I could find
other things to do besides wrapping. I could cut the ribbon for
you, or hand you pieces of tape you need." He grinned, sliding
the box he'd completed out of the way. He reached for her sock
covered foot, rubbing her toes. "Or I could massage you while
you work, starting here at your feet, and work my way up you
body. Doesn't that sound good?"
"That sounds great!" She pulled her foot back, tucking it under
her leg. "But that doesn't get the gifts wrapped. And that's
what we're here to do, not fool around."
"Fool around? Fool around? Did I say anything about fooling
around? Noooooo!" He lifted the next box of the stack,
something for her nephews, grabbing a roll of paper with a
cartoon character dancing across it. "Just trying to help you
relax."
"Uh-huh." She finished making a bow out the satin ribbon,
attaching it to the top of the box and setting it aside. She
smiled as she settled the next box into the center of the paper.
"Guess whose present this is?" She giggled.
"Whose? Mine?" The answer was written across her face. "Aw,
that's mean! Let me peek!"
"No!"
"Please!" He crawled closer, trying to get any kind of a hint
from the outside of the box. "You are so mean to me! That's
worse than flashing a man, you know. I have to know what's in
the box!"
"Really? Worse than flashing you?" Her hands dropped to the hem
of her sweatshirt, quickly lifting it to show her lacy bra, the
dark circles of her nipples clearly evident. "Worse than that?"
"You are evil, you know," he said. He watched as the gift wrap
quickly obscured the box, sealed until Christmas. She was
attaching the curling ribbon to his box, the spiralling ribbon
cascading over the edge. Handing him the completed box, she sat
back with a grin. "You can shake it, if you want to. But it
won't tell you anything."
"Evil," he repeated. Shaking the box revealed nothing, but then,
she'd known that when she offered. "I should bend you over my
knee, young lady. You are terrible!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Eh?" He considered that a challenge. Grabbing a roll of paper,
he headed towards her, smiling wickedly. "I think I'm going to
wrap up my own Christmas present....."
"You wouldn't dare!" she repeated, scuttling backwards. Gaining
her feet, she turned to run, only to feel his arms wrap around
her waist, pulling her back against his body. "You do this," she
cried, "and the only thing you'll be cuddling tonight is your
pillow!"
It was an empty threat, and they both knew it. She wasn't truly
angry. Lowering his lips, he kissed the back of her neck over
the collar of the sweatshirt, feeling her shudder at his touch.
Before she knew it, her sweatshirt was off, then her bra. "What
about the presents?" she asked. "We have to finish wrapping
them."
"I'm not finished unwrapping you," he whispered, kissing her
shoulders one last time. He watched as the jogging pants slid
off her hips, down her legs, landing on the floor. Her panties
followed, and, he noticed with satisfaction, that they were
already damp with her juices. Turning in his arms, she pressed
her body against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I was
afraid, for a moment, that you were actually going to wrap me in
gift wrap," she said.
Their lips met, tongues pressing together. "Oh, I still am," he
said.
Before she could react, he had wound the paper around her once,
capturing her arms inside, then twice, then almost a third time,
sealing the paper with three pieces of tape. "What a pretty
little present you make."
"Are you done yet?" She tried to sound mad, but she was
laughing.
"Mmm.... not quite!" He peeled the wax paper off one of the
little bows, slapping it on the top of her head. Stepping back,
he observed his handiwork. Her shoulders were bare, the paper
starting just over her breasts, and ending at her hips. Her
round ass was completely bare, her pussy exposed. Sliding his
fingers between her hairless lips, her rubbed the wet skin,
paying special attention to her clit. "Perfect! I'll just stick
you under the tree until Christmas."
Her look spoke volumes. Laughing, he quickly shed his own
clothes, sighing in relief as his hard cock was released. Wiping
the dripping precum off the head, he brought his finger to her
lips. Capturing it between her teeth, she sucked on his finger,
making his cock twitch enviously. "I guess I can unwrap this
present early."
Dropping into a chair, he motioned her forward, shredding the
paper from her body. Pulling her close, he kissed her stomach,
licked the underside of her breasts, and guided her body down on
his hard cock.
Hands on her ass, he squeezed the soft flesh as she rode his
cock, her breasts brushing against his chest with her every
movement. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her deeply as she
began to shake and shiver through her first orgasm. The
sensations of her clutching pussy muscles almost sent him over
the edge.
But he managed to hold back. Sucking on her breasts, first one,
then the other, he began to thrust up into her, stroking her
clit. "Oh, honey...." he breathed, his warm jism spurting into
her belly. Fingernails digging into his shoulders, she came,
this time her pussy miking the last of her cum from his cock.
She collapsed against him, her body still quivering. Brushing
the sweaty strands of hair from her face, he smiled, kissing the
tip of her nose. "How ya feeling?" he asked.
"Mmmm," she purred. "How are you feeling?"
"Great." Kissing her, he stroked her body, gentle caresses.
"Only one thing could possibly make me feel better than I do
right now."
"And what would that be?" she asked.
"Tell me what you got me for Christmas!"
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