OLDER Makes Handjob and Blowjob at the Christmas Party [5 min]
Aged Pleasures Under the Mistletoe: A Very amorous Christmas Tale
‘Twas the night of the annual office Christmas bash, and mature John, a seasoned man of 45, was feeling particularly festive. With a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his face, he sauntered into the low lit ballroom, scanning the sea of partygoers.
John’s eyes landed on Lisa, a wife of equal maturity and allure. She was dressed in a red sequin dress that entwined her curves perfectly, and her long blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. John’s heart raced as he approached her, his hand already extending for a gentle touch on her arm.
“Hey, Lisa,” he purred, his voice low and ultrahot, “fancy a dance?”
Lisa smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement and interest. “Why not, John? Let’s catch on this party started.”
They moved to the dance floor, their bodies swaying in time with the music. John’s hand found its way to Lisa’s lower back, pulling her closer to him. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her breath very coitalillicit against his ear.
“You look absolutely foxy tonight, Lisa,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
Lisa looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his. “And you, John, you’re looking rather handsome yourself.”
The music slowed, and John took this opportunity to lay a hand on Lisa’s thigh. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her hips moving in a rhythm that matched his hand’s.
The party around them faded away, and all that mattered was the desire building between the two of them.
John’s hand moved higher, until it was resting on the curve of Lisa’s behind. He squeezed gently, eliciting a soft moan from her. Her breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch, her bod press against his.
“John,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, “this isn’t appropriate.”
But John didn’t listen. Instead, he leaned in, his mouth finding hers in a excited kiss. His hand slid up her back, cupping her neck as he deepened the kiss. Lisa responded, her proportions melting into his, her hands clinging to his shoulders.
Their kiss was broken by a laugh, and they pulled apart, both lucidy flushed. John smiled at Lisa, his eyes full of eagerness.
“Let’s find a quieter get,” he suggested, his voice low and humid.
And so, aging John and Lisa left the dance floor, seeking out a dark corner where they could continue their foxy Christmas encounter. This was mature adventures, for adults only, and they were ready to deliver and receive their pleasures in the most georgous way possible.
