Ian: You’re the one that decided to be naughty this holiday season.
Elly: Fine… I guess we can play Secret Santa if you really want to.
Ian: You finally have a little Christmas spirit?
Elly: No, I have Christmas fear thanks to you!
Ian: You’re hilarious.
Elly: I was planning to click it anyway after our not-date tonight.
Ian: Then it must have been a really good not-date. :)
Elly: I thought it was…
Ian: Me too.
Elly and I talked for a little longer before we were both ready for bed. There was a little more teasing, but nothing that was very dirty—just a good bit of flirting. I finished the last of my whiskey and went upstairs. I really did feel like I needed a cold shower, even though I was pretty tired. My head was still buzzing from the excitement of the evening, and my cock was partially engorged from our conversation. All it took was one thought about those pink cotton panties on Elly’s floor for it to start getting hard again.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to go to bed without doing something about this.
I walked into the bathroom and started the shower, but instead of setting the water to the right, I turned it to the left and let it get warm. I stripped off my clothes and stepped inside. It really did feel good. A cold shower would have probably made me stay awake longer, but a warm one would be rather relaxing, especially after I took care of the problem that wasn’t going to go away on its own.
I really was tempted to drive Elly straight back to my place instead of dropping her off. Damn, and she’s a virgin? Fuck…
My hand slid down to my cock, and I started to rub my length. All it took was a couple of strokes for it to fully engorge. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been that turned on. Abigail was my first, and no woman had shared my bed since her—none of my attempts ever went further than the first date. I thought about just finding someone to get it out of my system a few times, but I never worked up the courage to go through with it. I was in a very long drought, but it seemed like that was about to change.
If I close my eyes, I can still feel her lips on mine and her curves against my fingertips.
My strokes started to pick up speed, and I felt a pressure in my balls. My thoughts started going to a very dirty place. I imagined Elly’s lips moving away from mine—down my abdomen—with every intention of doing something that she had probably never done before. Her lips were so soft, pouty, and perfect. They would feel amazing on my cock. My hand was a weak imitation, but I could pretend. I imagined my cock going into her mouth, and my balls twinge with anticipation of how good it could be.
I would want so much more than that…
My thoughts shifted to Elly’s naked body on my bed—my lips teasing her skin as I prepared to pop her cherry. I had never actually been with a virgin before. I wasn’t the first guy Abigail had ever been with, and she obviously knew more than I did. It would be different to be on the other side of that with a virgin’s timid touch waiting to be guided towards the pleasure that could be brought to life when desire gave way to primal passion and lust. I imagined my cock moving towards her pussy—ready to claim it as my own.
God, I’m gonna cum before I can even imagine myself inside her…
I started moving my hand faster. I was at the point where I couldn’t turn back, even if I wanted to. All I could do was give myself a few more pleasurable strokes before I erupted. My balls got tight, a loud gasp rushed from my throat, and then I felt the cum surging through my shaft. My dick throbbed and pulsated in my hand several times before I started to spill my seed. I ejaculated all over the shower wall, and then the last of it started to get mixed in with the water from the shower that was running down my body.
It’s definitely time for this drought to end.
I stood there underneath the water until my head stopped spinning from my climax, then I reached for the soap and started lathering up. It was nice to blow my load, but I didn’t feel satisfied. It was just a pressure valve that desperately had to be released. If Elly had been there with me, once wouldn’t have been enough. I finished my shower, and my cock was still partially engorged when I turned off the water. It wasn’t satisfied either—my hand was a terrible substitute for the real thing—or maybe it was just difficult to settle for that when I knew there was a woman that wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I may not be able to resist the next time she’s in my arms—even if I want to take things slow.
I dried off, put on a clean pair of boxers, and walked to my bedroom. I finally felt relaxed enough to sleep. I wasn’t sure if my mind was going to give me much peace when I finally did close my eyes. It was still racing with thoughts of Elly and the things I wanted to do to her. I reached for my phone and realized that I had received quite a few messages from Elly while I was in the shower. The first one was confirmation that she had accepted me as her Secret Santa. The second was a picture of—what appeared to be her panties, almost covered by her dress—followed by one of her bra. My cock started to get hard again as I scrolled down to the actual messages.
Elly: Guess what I’m about to do?
Elly: I’m going to be alone, but I’m not wearing anything at all…
Elly: You must be asleep…
Elly: I can be naughty now that you’re my Secret Santa, right? I don’t have to worry about a stocking full of
coal or switches…
“Fucking hell…” I stared at the screen in disbelief.