I work as a server in a restaurant, so most of the people working front of house with me are around my age, and for the most part, attractive. And, I really like the majority of them, too! My Secret Santa is Jeffery. A tall, quiet, handsome sweetheart, but I would never approach him. I'm way too intimidated. He's that perfect.
I went to a lot of trouble to get him a nice gift, needless to say. He's an aspiring writing and a big reader, so I got him the new book he's been excitedly talking about. I stood outside the bookstore the day it came out, at the location that had the author in store for a signing. I waited in line for hours and got a personal message written for him. I can't wait until he opens it!
"So, what did you get for your Secret Santa?" I flirt, the next day at work.
"Well... I can't give away who it is, but I got something pretty thoughtful, I think."
"Aww, that's sweet!" I fawn, secretly hoping that it's me. "So, this is someone you're pretty close to?"
"Hmm, yeah. Close-ish. I'd like to hang out sometime. Maybe this present will be a game changer... Who knows?" He jokes. I laugh; maybe a little too much. He's got to be talking about me. I mean, I know he's out of my league, but that doesn't mean we can't hang out, right? What are the odds that we both drew each other?! It's fate. "What about you?"
"My gift is also very personal. It wasn't over the spending limit, but it took me hours to get... So, it's pretty special."
"Wow. I'm interested to see. I'm sure they'll love it."
"Hopefully!" I say, trying not to sound too suspicious. Did I just wink? Crap, I'm so bad at this...
Our last day at work comes, before the holidays, and we all sit down to open our presents. Most people open generic gifts like candles, chocolate, or scarves. Finally, I see Jeffery open his present out of the corner of my eye. I can't help the smile on my face. I see his expression light up, then tell the person next to him about how he had wanted this book. Then, he goes back to having a personal moment, turning the novel over and reading the back, then flipping open the first page. Another surprised expression when he sees the signature. I hear him read it aloud.
"Jeffery. From one writer to another. Wow! I can't believe it..." I smile from ear to ear, trying to avert my eyes, but he glances at me. I wink again, God dammit! Way to be discreet, Angie.
With his eyes on me, I start to open my gift from him. I slowly peel the tape off the paper, so as not to rip it. It's cylindrical in shape, and I haven't the slightest idea of what it could be. Then, I see a flash of colour. Bright pink. I love pink! What is it? I anxiously rip the rest of the paper open, but when I see what's inside, I quickly close it again. My face flushes red. Did I just see what I thought I saw? I discreetly back peek inside. Really? Oh my god. One more time. I open the flap, then immediately shut it. No, no, there's nothing mistaking that. It's definitely a neon pink dildo.
"What did you get, Angie?" The coworker beside me asks, jokingly elbowing me in the side. My friend Jane. We've gotten closer over the past few months, so I feeling bad lying to her, but it's just too embarrassing. And, my mind is racing. Why would Jeffery get me a dildo? He's so soft spoken, I would have never thought...
"Well...?
"Oh, a candle."
"Oh. Really? Not something more fun?"
"Nope. Not this year. Probably someone's write off."
"Yeah. Right. That sucks."
"So, Jeffery... About the secret Santa gift..." I pull him aside, afterwards.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you! Did you like yours?"
"Uh... Well, yes!" I say, awkwardly. I really can't believe someone this amazing would be interested in me. Let alone being so forward in wanting to sleep with me! What a kinky gesture. Seriously!
"Great. I loved mine, by the way. You really outdid yourself."
"Aww, well. You're welcome. So, listen... Would you like to come back to my place for a Christmas cocktail or something?" I feel stupid asking, considering that I should take it for granted with the present, but I still just can't come right out and say it. I'm that smitten.
"That would be nice," he responds sweetly. Always the gentleman, despite this exciting sexy quality I'm seeing in him.
I pour us two glasses of the only liquor I have in my apartment, and join him on the couch. We chat about Christmas plans, the holiday parties we host at work, co workers, and eventually what our suspicions were about everyone's Secret Santas.
"Well, I have to admit I was a little confused at my gift."
"Oh?"
"Well, I loved it, of course. But, I don't even know what we would really... be doing with it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I thought that it would be for a night alone, if you know what I mean!" I wink, and can't help myself from giggling. He chuckles as well, but questions my stance.
"It doesn't have to be. We could take it out right now, if you wanted to. It might be nice, for the mood."
"Okay..." I say, jokingly narrowing my eyes at him. He sheepishly shrugs, and I just fall in love with him, I swear to god. I had no idea he was so open about sex. I take his cue, and lean in for a kiss. His eyebrows raise as if he's impressed with my forwardness, but I'm only following suit. Maybe he's pleased that I'm as open about it all as he is.
Our lips part, and he reciprocates the perfect kiss; not too much tongue, but it delicately slips into my mouth every so often, almost by mistake. My pulse is racing at finally touching him, and I struggle to remain cool. Perhaps too eager, I unbutton my collared work shirt, and slip it off my arms as smoothly as possible. I close my eyes, hoping he's doing the same as I fumble with it. I peek, and he is! He's quickly removing the exact same shirt from his own back, as are kisses get a little more open and wet.
I stand to undo my pants, and step out of them, and he rises to do the same. Our identical clothing litters the floor of the couch as I grab the loosely wrapped present in my grip, and take Jeffery by the hand. The big smile on my face is impossible to hide. I think I actually prance in my underwear towards the bedroom.
When we get there, I place the wrapped dildo on the bedside table, and lie down. Luckily, he joins me, and we're soon enveloped by each other's arms, and furiously making out. I feel myself immediately moisten, and lift my knee up beside him, wanting to feel as much of myself up against him as possible. His hands drift to my ass, pulling my hips against him. The muscles between my legs tighten, almost reaching out towards his dick. I feel his erection twitch, and I continue to wonder what on earth we would need a dildo for! He palms one of my breasts, but I'm wearing my silly overly padded bra that I only wear to work, due to the unflattering dress shirts. I quickly take that off too, so that I can feel his hands on my bare breasts. He smiles at the reveal, and goes back in for a kiss, pressing himself against me, sandwiching my tits between our torsos. I moan just being against him, ecstatic and disbelieving to have my dream come true. He plays with my nipples, which harden instantly at his touch. My hands go to his hair, but my leg wraps around his hip, pulling his pelvis into me. I feel myself get wetter and wetter, and part from him to roll onto my back, lifting my hips and removing my underwear. I still can't believe that this is happening. Assuming it's time, I reach for the dildo.
His expression is surprised, though in a sexy way, and I almost take it back, thinking it's too soon. But, he takes it from me without question. He positions himself below me, kissing my body as he descends, planting wet kisses on my breasts, ribs, stomach, then hips, and thighs. Each kiss makes my pussy ache in anticipation. He kisses the insides of my thighs, so I naturally part my legs. His kisses turn wetter, almost like licks, and he does it to my mound, making me press it into his face. I feel his tongue slip between my lips, and I convulse at the sensitivity. He teases me this way, licking my clit sporadically, causing me to giggle, and grab his head. I pull him against my pussy, and he suddenly latches onto my clit, and gently sucks. Holy fuck! He's so good. I have to stop myself from bucking.
Then, I feel it. The tip of the dildo probing my opening. I grow even wetter just thinking about how kinky this is; picturing him down there, holding it perpendicular to me. My muscles contract, wanting to draw it in. He gives me a little more, lips still sealed around my clit, and I feel myself pushing open and down, flexing towards it. He puts a little more pressure on the dildo, and I take it easily. I use my feet to pull his shoulders closer, encouraging him to give me the whole thing. Then, oh! It gets there. Right against my g-spot.
He uses a little more suction on my clit, and I start to moan like a crazy person. He starts to thrust the dildo into me, and I feel it graze my g-spot again and again. "Yeah," I breathe, every time it hits. He teases me for a while like that, letting the toy almost leave me completely before thrusting in again, and I start to laugh again. But, he knows. Halfway through my giggle, he plunges it deep, and begins to move it in a massaging motion, so the tip rubs exclusively against my g-spot. I sigh in relief, and feel myself bear down already. He doesn't dare stop what he's doing, as I become almost silent, concentrating. Then, I seem to push and open up at the same time, muscles contracting all at once, and I scream out, coming hard on the dildo. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"
After I calm down, I giggle once again. "I can't believe you got me a dildo!! You're nuts! I love it."
"Uh, I wasn't your Secret Santa, Angie. Jane told me you got a candle..."
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