Elf Service (2 page)

"My God, you're incredible," she whispered breathlessly as the kiss broke at last.

"You're not so bad yourself," he grinned, and she followed suit.

"You really think so?" she said.

"Absolutely," he replied, and kissed her again, now running his hand slowly down her throat, her arched back, her firm but round behind, in awe of her feminine curves. Pulling her close to him, he pressed his hardness against her thigh, provoking a low groan from her even as they continued to kiss.

He felt her hand on his hardness now, gently exploring its shape, tracing its size. She was serious then? He trembled a little, hoping she didn't notice. God, it hardly seemed real, such an enchanting creature in such intimate contact with him, even through the bright red Santa suit. 

"Touch me," she whispered, and he drew in an involuntary breath – she was serious, then. He moved his hands up under her shirt, caressing her soft, toned stomach and then skimming uncertainly over the rough lace of her bra. He felt her affectionately squeeze his cock through his pants, approving his touch. 

Sensing the stiffness of her little nipples pushing against the fragile material, he gently coaxed her small but perfectly formed breasts, a warm feeling spreading throughout his torso as she responded to his attention with quiet moans and deeper breathing. And as his fingers slipped over the top of her bra, dipping down to sample the unbelievable softness beneath, that breathing quickened.

"We should go somewhere…" he whispered, but as his fingers grazed across her sensitive hardened buds, she shook her head.

"There's no one awake in here but us," she insisted, and he felt her urgently pressing her crotch against his powerfully erect cock.

"I'm not sure…" he said. The sounds in the kitchen had now gone out, though he hadn't yet noticed through the incredible distraction lying next to him on the couch, the laughter of the dancing girls had fallen quiet. "What about…" he indicated the kitchen.

"I don't think there's anyone in there now," she whispered. "Wait, I'll turn out the lights."

Tara pulled down her top and quietly jumped up to head out to the kitchen. As he waited for the petite beauty to return, Joe felt his heart beating like there was no tomorrow. Look at her: such a sensational sight in that tiny pleated green skirt and flimsy cotton top, those shapely legs in elegant nylons. What had he done to deserve her?

The light went out.

There was a slight chill in the room now that she was gone. Or was that just part of his nerves? The room was so still, he could hear the slumbering breathing of those around him – they sounded sound asleep, but were they? What did it matter now? They were all hammered, it was dark, nobody was going to see them. 

Where was she? 

He didn't know for certain just how long it took to get to the kitchen and back, but it didn't seem like it had taken this long for her to get there and put out the lights. Had she gone? Had she somehow used the need for darkness as a pretext to ditch him, mistake having been realized? He wouldn't have been particularly surprised if she had – she was too good for him, surely? But after the few moments he'd already had with her, that would be such cruel fate. Whoever had coined the phrase 'it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all' had clearly never fallen in love. Joe didn't know if it was love yet, but he knew for sure he was hooked. It would be too cruel to take her away now.

It was so dark: he couldn't even see his hand as he put it out in front of him.

What if had all been a dream? What if he was just waking up now, in the dark, alone, the party over? Tara had never been there, never spread her divine body over him, never kissed him so tenderly, never pressed herself against his rock-hard cock, never moaned softly as he slipped his hands over her palm-sized, lace-covered breasts, slipping his fingers under her bra to squeeze her hard nipples…

"Miss me?" she whispered into his ear. 

Oh, it was real! It was real! What rapture he felt as she clambered back onto the couch next to him, kissing his cheek as her hand touched down in his lap, reclaiming what was clearly hers for the taking. He felt as though his entire body was on fire, reacting to her sweet feminine scent, the soft warmth of her touch, the raw sexuality of her slender curves.

"Of course," he replied, finding her mouth with his again.

"Mmm… now we can do anything," she purred. 

"As long as it's quiet."

"Of course," she giggled briefly, and surprised him by unzipping his fly and spreading her fingers around his bare cock. "Mmm… look what I found."

"You're a naughty girl."

He inhaled deeply as he kissed down her neck, savoring that exhilarating musky essence of her perfume as he reached the slight rise of her breasts and the edge of her cotton top, still slightly damp from her earlier dancing excess. Her skin was slightly salty from her efforts, and as he pushed up the garment to expose the gentle camber of her taut stomach, he tasted that salty zing again, circling her navel with soft kisses. 

Tara was doing her best to keep her moans to a minimum, but was finding it difficult as he found her hard little nipples poking through the thin lace of her bra. Taking the lace-covered pebbles into his hot mouth, she sucked in her breath, waves of arousal pulsating through her petite form. And when she felt him slip her bra from its promontory position, enveloping her bare buds in that heavenly heat, his tongue swirling over her sensitive flesh, she couldn't help but tremble a little.

Coaxing her, massaging her small but exquisite breasts as her pinched her throbbing nipples with his gentle lips, sucking them to tease out her quiet moans, he didn't care an ounce that she had given up on his own pleasure for the moment. He was providing his own pleasure, just by tending to hers. This, the most beautiful creature he'd ever known, allowing him the most intimate access, the most sensational contact. And to hear her small, girlish moans resulting from his attentions – even if she was supposed to be keeping quiet – gave him satisfaction enough for now.

For a while, he tended only to her breasts, but after an age and a half, he moved so that he could lie between her legs, while Tara lay on her back. He kissed her nipples a little while longer in this new position, reveling in their stiffness, the sign of her excitement. But as he did so, his hands stroked gently over her velvet tummy again, then down to her warm thighs, seeking out the exhilarating texture of the nylon stretched so thin across her skin. 

She moved, opening her legs wide to give him all the access he could, and despite the removal of his lips from her breasts now, she moaned in pleasure as the back of his fingers traced up to the edge of her crotch, where the heat and the moisture was unmistakable.

Caressing her stomach with the softest of kisses now, tasting the salt of her earlier perspiration every time his tongue ventured into new territory, he pushed up her tiny skirt now, and ran the back of his hand delicately along the edge of her panties, which he could feel even under her nylons. 

He caught the first hint of a deeper scent now, more full-bodied and powerful under the gilt coating of her sugary perfume. The unrefined aroma of female arousal: a scent that teased something almost primordial within his soul. His fingers now reached the center of her heat, where her moisture was most apparent, seeping through her panties and the sheer material above.

"Please…" she whispered as he cupped her most private area with his palm, and she pushed up her hips slightly to reveal her need.

But he wanted to prolong the incredible moment for a while longer. Shuffling down a little, he pressed his mouth and nose against one of her legs, just above the knee. Breathing her in, running his face gently across the artificial texture of her nylon-clad thigh slowly, edging up towards the center of her desperation. As he approached the top of her thighs, the temperature and the heady scent of her excitement increased, sending his senses reeling. 

Then he was there: his nose nudging into her moisture, his mouth pressing against her heat, the air he was breathing saturated with her intoxicating essence. It was like nothing else he had ever experienced. 

"Oh please," she whispered again, urgently, somehow managing to keep quite quiet as he nuzzled into her musky wetness, only that thin barrier of cotton and nylon between her smoldering pussy and his quenching mouth.

With her juices now covering the lower half of his face even with her underwear still firmly in place, Joe opened his mouth for his first taste of her arousal. 

Pressing his hot tongue to the center of her dampness, he felt the slight give of the thin material indicating the position of her pussy underneath. Tara flinched as she felt the sudden connection of his hot mouth upon her most fervent need, writhing about as his tongue brushed along her slick groove. 

"Don't stop, don't stop…" she urged him as she fought to pull those nylons down her thighs.

Joe grinned – she was really into this. If anyone around them was less than fast asleep, it wouldn't take a genius to know what they were up to. In a way, it only added to the thrill for him. As she removed her nylons, Joe took off his red Santa top. Now, as he settled back between the beautiful girl's slim thighs, both could benefit from luxurious skin-on-skin contact. 

For a moment, he teased her still, leaving the scrap of lace that made up her soaking panties in place over her pussy, loving her tangy juices and her writhing response to his sucking her through her skimpy underwear. Then she couldn't bear it any more, and she wrenched her thong to the side to reveal her bare pussy to his divine lips.

Still quiet, but increasingly finding it difficult to remain so, Tara emitted a low groan as Joe ran his lips through the little tuft of silky pubic hair on her mound before sinking indulgently into her moist slit, lapping up her abundant nectar, toying with her tender folds and penetrating her with his gloriously dexterous tongue. 

As he licked her soft pussy lips, he occasionally flicked her stiff little clit with the tip of his tongue as well as nudging it with his nose, gradually building the contact with her tiny pleasure bud while she seemed to shiver with every touch. 

With a brief paused, Joe drew Tara's damp panties down over her thighs, past her ankles and away, allowing for even easier access to her heavenly delights. He had her exactly where he wanted her now, his arms around her thighs as he feasted on her soft flower. It was hard to believe that he was able to wedge his face between the thighs of such a beautiful girl, her feminine spice all around him, his senses heightened by his lack of sight and saturated by her delicious taste, her exotic scent.

She was now moaning constantly, her hands on his head to press him to her while her hips pushed upwards to mash her pussy into his face. She was going to come any moment. As she began to buck, he heard the sound of her moans change suddenly, muffled by what he guessed was a cushion. Now her every muscle tightened in orgasm, almost in a spasm as little rivulets of pussy juice seeped from her. She let out a yelp, just audible from underneath her cushion, before becoming limp underneath him as he gently washed up her climactic emissions with his mouth.

"My God," she said breathlessly as he returned to her side, "I've never felt like that before."

"Good enough?" he asked.

"Oh, absolutely," she kissed him, her fingers tousling his hair. "You're absolutely mind-blowing, Joe."

He felt a warm glow within as she said that, but he didn't have long to feel it. Suddenly, she pressed some kind of cloth over his mouth. 

"No noise, now," she said quietly into his ear before shuffling down between his legs.

Joe smiled, though she could not see him doing so: the cloth she'd pushed against his mouth to muffle his noise was nothing less than her wet panties, the sexy little lace thong drenched in her moist spice. He could bathe in her scent, even as he felt the blissful warmth enveloping his hard cock as she took him into her hot mouth.

He felt her breath on his skin as she kissed him and sucked him, swirling her tongue around his stiffness. And as she teased magnificent sensations from his erection, his foot nestled between her own thighs, pressing up against her pussy, causing a groan of surprise from the exquisite girl.

But she didn't focus much on her own pleasure now: it was pay-back time, and this elf had a little present for Santa. 

Oh God, she was a genius. The way she made him feel with her soft lips around his cock was simply out of this world. For a while, he just lay back and enjoyed it, running his fingers through her silk soft hair affectionately to indicate his pleasure in her efforts. But, as she gripped the base of his shaft in one hand, cradling his balls gently in the other, her mouth concentrated a stirring rhythm and he was forced to use her pussy-soaked underwear to keep from being heard.

The taste of her juices, the scent of her panties only heightened the experience for him. Damn, look at what was happening to him! It was unbelievable. Ordinarily, if he heard this kind of thing had happened to a guy, he would have thought how unfair the whole world was, why couldn't he have that? Lucky bastard. But here he was, he was the lucky bastard. He had the dream girl, a girl so beautiful she'd made his heart skip a beat every time he'd laid eyes on her that evening. A girl he'd discounted as someone to talk to all night because she seemed so out of his league. So out of everyone's league.

And now he felt his orgasm building between his thighs, his heart racing, his breathing so fast, gasping for oxygen. 

He tapped her on the shoulder, warning her about what was coming. She broke off for a moment, stretching forward to whisper in his ear: "I want you to come in my mouth."

Oh God…

She resumed, using both her hands to maximize contact around his private parts, that divine mouth so hot, so wet, sucking him, squeezing him, drawing out those incredible sensations. And it was building, building, that warmth, that fiery tickle deep in his loins, pushing him towards the edge. 

He couldn't help but groan, though it was stifled by the damp black lace that had been nestled against her pussy all night. And now just one more breath of her scent toppled him from that edge, flicking a switch deep within him to ignite an explosion of raw elation and send his hot seed rising through his hard cock to pump inside her mouth. In was amazing, like a hundred fireworks inside, surging throughout his body but focussed between his thighs.