Holiday Surprise - Robert Vogt

I’m wearing a black three-button tapered suit with slightly pegged pants. For some reason because it’s a holiday I guess I’ve worn it. I’m heading west on California Street when I notice a family of tourists apparently French approaching. They’ve got a beauty of a blonde daughter she must be sixteen. I lock my eyes on her wanting her to check me out. She does, though unwillingly, acquiescing and with her eyes lets me know she likes what she sees.

For one reason or another although I was raised protestant, I go to a Catholic Christmas Mass at Grace Cathedral. I’m in the back pew the congregants all standing. They’re hugging each other shaking hands mumbling “peace” and a guy gropes the woman next to him it’s not his wife. Stand and sit stand and sit stand sit stand sit. The priest speaks in gibberish. Everybody but me is singing. Then it’s over.

I get on the number bus 5 towards the Haight. A few friends are meeting up where Dylan, Kirk, and Amanda live on Masonic for a Christmas dinner of sorts.

No one has made plans for preparing a bird or anything so once we all are at the place we go to KFC and get a bucket of chicken and some mash potatoes and gravy. We also get a couple of twelve packs of cheap beer from the corner liquor store.

Soon after getting back to the apartment we are digging into the fast food and drinking the beers. We finish the food in no time then settle into Dylan’s room. There is no functioning living room in the apartment with rent being steep in S.F. We’ve got the cable on with Kirk flipping through the channels when he happens upon some girl-on-girl porn with a couple of Japanese beauties sporting huge real breasts.

Us guys and girls kind of ooh and ahh for about twenty minutes until both of the young ladies completely satisfy each other fingering, licking each other’s bald beavers and super clean assholes, there’s some squirting too giving us all closure. Then we’re watching Ground Hog Day laughing and getting into Bill Murray’s antics ignoring the fact that we all just got pretty caught up in the Asian lovelies.

I’m a little buzzed and tired from the cheap beer and the KFC. I lie down in Amanda’s bed, she’s showering. I doze off a little napping then Amanda comes into her bedroom wearing a robe all steamy and post-showered. I’m half asleep not much of a day time drinker.

“Snuggle me,” Amanda coos.

I turn over, hug her, caress her.

She starts moving backwards close into me. I’m just resting. But she’s like a six foot-one dirty blonde. Not too shabby. She’s a good friend of an ex of mine. I’d shared a bed with her and the ex once, but nothing but sleep happened that night.

The snuggling and the caressing continue and I am aroused from my slumber some.

Then, after a bit of heavy petting and a little kissing I’m stroking Amanda’s pussy from behind and it’s good and wet.

I furtively unbuckle my pants with one hand and with the other push my gear down just enough preparing for a sneak entry from behind while her guard is down. I can’t imagine the idea of full on sex is on her mind.

I’m sure I can get something happening if I am not too hasty. It’s as if the whole house got worked up from the porn earlier setting up the situation that is now at hand.

And then I ease in really natural just gliding slowly. The segue from the petting to this seamless. She’s not upset or surprised, like she is completely unconscious of the fact that my cock is in her. But still finding it pleasurable.

We’re going faster less than a minute later just at the point of the front of my thighs making that hard slapping sound up against her backside. I can’t let that happen. One wall of her bedroom is two sliding wood doors that leave a tiny gap of light between. On the other side is Dylan’s room where everyone else is watching TV.

She abruptly comes down from the earlier amorousness.

“Jack, you’ve got to stop. I have a boyfriend.”

Feeling presumptuous I ignore this and keep pumping away.

“Jack, I want you to stop.”

Still ignoring.

“JACK! She is whispering fiercely. “YOU ARE GOING TO STOP! RIGHT! NOW!”

I go for three or four more strokes and pull out.

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