The Christmas Tree
Pete pulled the pick up truck slowly into his drive and came to a halt. He ran his tired fingers through his dark hair. He was mid thirties and it was already greying at the temples. He gave a big sigh. It was Christmas Eve and after a particularly long and busy shift at the warehouse he was glad to get home for a few days off.
He had declined the offer of going out with his work mates for a Christmas drink. He just wasn't in the mood for partying; all he wanted to do was get home. He looked forward to a shower and settling down for the night. It wasn't a particularly merry Christmas this time since he was spending it alone.
He smiled briefly as he remembered how happy he'd been with Marcy this time last year. The decorations that they'd put up, the carols sung and the parties they went to. But it soon faded and turned into a frown as he remembered coming home one day in mid July to an empty house and a note on the kitchen table. It had been like a dark cloud going across the sun.
Later, relaxing in casual clothes, Pete came into the lounge, switched on a lamp and the tree lights. Then he put the radio on to the sounds of Chopin, and settled into a big comfy armchair with a large glass of red wine. He had eaten earlier in the works canteen and didn't fancy anything else.
He looked over at his small Christmas tree that stood in the corner of the room. Even with the fairy lights sending shadows across the walls it looked sad. Just like me, he thought. Twinkling on the outside but lonely underneath.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and disturbed his train of thought. Pete looked up at the clock. It was 9pm. He wasn't expecting visitors and he hoped it wasn't carol singers. The bell sounded again, this time more urgently, so Pete eased himself up and went to answer the door. He was surprised to see his next door neighbour standing there with a weird quizzical look on his face.
"I can't stop, I have visitors; I meant to come round earlier but only just realised you were home. This package was delivered to my home earlier by mistake. It's addressed to you. But be careful, I think it's fragile."
"Thanks Rob," said Pete as he frowned down at the rather large odd shaped parcel on his doorstep. It was covered rather haphazardly with festive paper and bits of coloured tape. Not very well he ascertained though, as it didn't quite meet at the top.
"Who ...? When ... ?" But Rob was already gone.
Pete bent his knees, picked up the package carefully and took it inside. This was extremely awkward because of the shape of it; it wasn't too heavy but the crisp paper pulled and kept tearing. He laid it gently on his sofa and sat down again and just stared at it for a while. It was definitely addressed to him, but written with unfamiliar handwriting on a fancy label. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'it's so torn I might as well open it now.'
Pete moved over to the sofa and sat down next to the package. With two fingers and the thumbs of each hand he started to prise it open working from each gap created by a tear. It didn't take long before the paper fell apart altogether and the contents rolled over on the sofa. He blinked his unbelieving eyes. It was Rachael!
Rachael worked in the mall the other side of town. She was petite, and he reckoned she was about 25. She had fair skin, hazel eyes and a shining neat brown bob. Sometimes he saw her at the local library. She wasn't the sort he was normally attracted to but he thought she was cute all the same.
She sat there looking a little embarrassed as she nervously looked round the room. She was dressed in a bright red festive dress which sported a high hem and low neckline edged with white fur that rested rather precariously on her bust that showed a little too much cleavage for comfort. There was also a rather daring slit at the side right up to her thigh. Pete wasn't sure how to react as he sat next to her on his sofa. He tried to divert his eyes but it proved very difficult.
"I love the music..." he vaguely heard her say as she stretched out her long legs. He was still gazing at the outfit she was wearing. She kicked off red high heels. Pete could never understand how women could stand up let alone walk in those things. He could also tell she wore suspenders and stockings when she moved her legs even just the slightest bit, but wondered about the lack of anything else underneath.
"Mmm yes," he murmured with inner approval.
"I didn't realise you liked classical, I took you more to be an 80's man. "Mind you though," as she pointed to the pictures on the wall, "now I can see you're a fan of Claude Monet, I'm not surprised."
She relaxed, obviously enjoying the piano music playing on the radio.
"You may wonder what I'm doing here like this, to be perfectly honest so am I but it seemed a good idea at the time. You've been looking down recently I wanted to put a smile on your face."
"Well since you're here would you like a glass of wine?"
"Lovely!" Rachael said and smiled warmly as she reached to accept it from him. But as she leaned forward one of her breasts almost spilled over the fur of her neckline and she quickly put a hand to cover the offending article.
"I'll put it on here on the side table," said Pete as he pretended not to notice. It looks real good to me though, he thought to himself. Perky, yet soft, needs to be stroked. She's a right Christmas cracker!
He sat next to her again and they both sipped their wine and made small talk for a while.
"That won't do!" Rachael suddenly exclaimed.
"What?"
"You're tree is virtually naked! Where are the baubles?"
Although he'd put lights around it, Pete hadn't felt like dressing it any further since there was only him to look at it. But Rachael was insistent.
"Where are they? Pass them to me and I'll put them on. I love dressing Christmas trees!"
He knew he wasn't going to win, so Pete disappeared for a couple of minutes, and returned with a box filled with baubles and tinsel. He placed it on the sheepskin rug beneath the tree.
The radio was now playing carols, and strangely he was quite enjoying the sound. 'Must be due to the company I have,' he thought.
"There you are, its all yours," he laughed as he re-filled their glasses.
Rachael slid off the chair onto her knees to investigate the contents of the box. She started to pull out long sparkly reams of coloured tinsel which she deftly wound round the tree. But as she reached lower into the box to retrieve the baubles Pete was left in no doubt as to the lack of her attire beneath the dress.
He knew he should have helped her really, as she hung each pretty coloured object on the tree but he couldn't take his eyes off the way her hips swayed seductively with every movement and the occasional glimpses of round soft white orbs. And he felt twitches as there was an awakening in his groin area.
As she placed the final bauble on, Rachael leant on him as she stood and took a step back. Pete put an arm around her waist as he steadied her and said thank you. But she eyed up her work critically.
"Hmm not bad," she said as she made a few adjustments. "But it could be better. I think there is something missing."
"I know! I always keep this separate because it is delicate."
Although he hated to admit to himself, seeing the tree dressed cheered Pete up. He reached inside a drawer and retrieved a large glass star.
"Come on, let's put it on the top together."
She smiled as they held hands and placed it on the top of the tree firmly.
"Perfect! It's beautiful!" she said as she watched refracted colours through the star from the twinkling fairy lights.
Pete took hold of Rachael and looked into her shining eyes.
"No," he said, "you're beautiful! Not just the outside, the inside too." And he bent and kissed her softly on the lips.
Pete guided her back to the sofa and sat down next to her again. He slid an arm behind her neck and let his hand rest gently on her shoulder. However as she bent to pick up her glass he became aware of the precise shape of her breasts. She blushed realising what had happened and the way they were now prime objects of attention.
I'm not trying to be too forward. Honestly."
Pete took hold of her chin. He reassured her as he tilted her head and kissed her again.
"I know."
With one arm behind her he let a finger trail from the other hand under her chin down her throat till it reached her bust. She squirmed a bit and moved closer to him. His fingers wandered around her flesh and she murmured very softly.
Rachael took hold of his hand and placed it fully over her breast moving it around a little.
"Mmm," she said softly. "Lovely!"
Pete's fingers wandered around it as he felt her breast through the material. He sensed the bumps of her areola all around her hardened nipple which pushed relentlessly against the cloth. She gasped and bit her lip.
"Lovely," he echoed.
"Kiss me again Pete."
Pete took hold of her in a resounding embrace and laid her gently back on the seat of the sofa. Then he leant over her and kissed her passionately. His tongue licked the remains of the wine from her lips before it pushed into her mouth and tangoed with hers. Rachael pulled him closer, her hands grasping his shirt as her breasts heaved and pressed against his chest.
Rachael pulled him on top of her and locked her legs around him.
"I want you." She panted.
She took hold of his hand and guided it underneath her dress. His fingers stroked her inner thighs as he kept a fixed gaze into her wanting eyes. Then as his fingers moved higher almost touching the heat of her sex, he rained kisses all down her neck to her breasts. His tongue swept down her cleavage underneath the fur and discovered hidden nipples. It played with them to keep them hard while his fingers moved around feeling the wet elasticity of her pussy lips. He moaned, as he enjoyed rejuvenated excitement.
"Oohhh!" Rachael exclaimed, as he reached her protruding nub and pinched it gently.
She grabbed him, took hold of his shirt, and fumbled with the buttons as she tried to undo them as quickly as possible. His hardness was putting a heavy pressure on her body. She reached and undid his trousers, wrenching them from his body to unleash the beast. His moans rang out as his cock rubbed her. Pete watched the way she squealed and her face contorted as the thrills ran through her while he played with her clit. Finally she pulled his shirt apart and in her eagerness almost ripped it from him.
With fervent kisses fiery passion they dis-robed. The force caused them both to roll from the sofa and land on the rug. Pete gazed at the unexpected visitor, which lay under his tree dressed only in stockings and suspenders. He stroked her body as he watched her coo and wriggle on the floor.
Coloured lights reflected in her eyes creating rainbow effects, and he softly kissed her lips again.
Gentle fingers entwined in the fine strands of shiny hair that smelled of jasmine stroking it; then they grazed her body and along her sex till he found her slit. He touched her inner walls and she screamed, hips bucking.
"Aaahhh!"
Rachael's long fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock and moved up and down in a swift rhythm, enjoying the pulsing as it rubbed against her skin.
"Oooohh," he groaned as he shifted and leant over her body, on his knees with his legs astride her. His breathing was heavy and he panted as he watched the rise and fall of her breasts.
"You have a gorgeous body, you're beautiful and you're making me want you Rachael. Be careful. I want to take you to bed and do things like I haven't wanted to do in ages."
She took hold of his hands and put them to her heaving breasts.
"Just ask me the question. But I think you know the answer."
"Please stay with me tonight."
They both stood up and Rachael took hold of Pete's hand as she headed toward the door.
"Show me the way."
Pete checked around the room. He took one last look at the tree with its lights and shining star.
You look better dressed, he thought. You've helped bring the light back into my life.
Then as he switched everything off he took hold of Rachael.
"It's bedtime," he said.
And he led her out of the room and closed the door behind them.
Dwc 2010
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