A Gift at Christmas

The girl behind the counter at Victoria’s Secret looked like she could not be more than sixteen, maybe seventeen. yet she filled out the scant Santa’s Helper dress suit with obvious perfection.  Christmas red, with fluffy white trim edging the low-cut bodice, sleeves, and the hem of her mini-skirt revealed her young sexuality.  Gale almost wanted to take her home as her present to herself.  ’Tis the season,’ she thought to herself.“Yep, Gale Kennon,” the girl said, with that young, cutesy cheerleader voice, “This is your package, it’s paid for already.  Please sign here and you’re all set to go.”She signed all the while watching this little girl trying hard to not look innocent, trying to be the object of grown-up desire.”You’re adorable,” Gale said to her with a warm smile as she turned. She walked out into the mall causeway deciding what to do.  It was just before three. The mall would close at five so the employees could spend Christmas Eve with their families.  She was hungry and there was a Chili’s on the lower level.  A Christmas Fajita sounded good. After taking a sip of her Margarita and placing her order she began to wonder what was in the package.  Jeff had ordered it, somehow.  It couldn’t have been easy being a war correspondent somewhere in Afghanistan.  He was supposed to be home.  He was supposed to be sharing Christmas with her.  But he had called over the Thanksgiving holidays and informed her that his Army Company’s duration had been extended which meant that his contract was extended too. She cried into the phone, she didn’t want to be alone for Christmas, It wasn’t his fault.  She knew that. But knowing didn’t change how she felt. She loved him and needed him. It wasn’t just the horniness of her self-imposed celibacy, she managed that with her toys. It was Jeff. She missed him terribly.They had planned on Christmas being a time for them to reunite.  A time to rekindle old feelings and passion.  Not that she needed it.  If anything, her feelings hadn’t changed, and her passion had been ‘rekindled’ daily.  Sometimes in the office, when she couldn’t work for thinking about him, rubbing her clit under her desk, getting under panties with two fingers aggressively exploring the interior of her vagina.  She even started going to work with a remote-controlled butt plug in her ass on Fridays. On Friday’s she would remove her panties before leaving work.  Riding the subway she would turn on the butt-plug for all twenty-plus minutes to her stop.  Sometimes it was incredible and she would orgasm three or four times standing within inches of the other passengers, juices and cum running down her legs.  She made the mistake of doing this while seated.  When she got up, the back of her light grey skirt was soaked.  She was sure everyone noticed, and that oddly excited her a little.Well, she had put on her big girl panties and made it through the last twenty-some days.  She decided that tonight she would celebrate Christmas Eve with a long hot bath, order a Pizza, get cozy on the couch and watch “It’s A Wonderful Life.”  The title promised a dream, but the absence of the dream was closer to reality. Still, it was a good movie that might get her out of her funk for the evening.  Sitting in the restaurant, she forced herself to enjoy the meal, while watching the shoppers in the mall hurrying in the brightly colored lights of Christmas eve. She kept wondering about the package, the anticipation bringing some excitement.  Knowing Jeff, and picking it up a VicSecret, told her it would be something sexy.  The thought alone caused a minor twinge in her pussy.  Hmm… maybe she would masturbate after “It’s A Wonderful Life.”   That brightened the evening’s prospects.  Maybe there was a new “toy” in the package.  That thought excited her lady parts all over again.  She twisted in her seat—Oh yeah, definitely a little moisture down there.She got home, checked her messages.  All the unusual robocalls, one from her neighbor.  The last one was unexpected. ”Hi Ms. Kennon… Gale, we’ve never met, my name is Ted Treateck.  I’ve been in Afghanistan with Jeff for the past year.  He suggested I contact you when I got back in the States.  Please give me a call.  I’m at 855-717-1544. She was caught off guard.  She played the message again, not sure how to take it or what to do about it.  Jeff had mentioned a Teddy something.  She altıparmak escort felt she couldn’t deal with that now.  Sorting through the mail she found a postcard from Jeff.  All it said was, “Watch for red and green ribbon. Know that I am telling you—It’s okay, go for it!”  Nothing else.  She found it curious, and… aggravating. Well, she thought, they would have to talk about that on their next phone call.In the bedroom, she tossed the package on the bed and stripped off her clothes.  While filling the tub she looked at her body in the mirror.  She was five feet six inches tall, olive skin, thirty-six C breasts that were very firm with quarter-size areolas.  Her dark pink nipples were outrageous large when properly stimulated.  Her body tapered to a narrow waist and a gorgeous, well-toned ass of tight round cheeks.  Between her legs, under her shaved womanhood, a long gap, an open space between her upper thighs, before they touched further down.  She liked her body, was maybe even proud of it and she worked to keep it so.  She pinched her nipples, pulled them out, and let them snap back, then climbed into the tub.She spent more time washing her breasts and pussy than they required, and while enjoying it, she did not try for an orgasm.  She wanted to hold off, thinking of the delights contained in the package.  She toweled off.  While drying her hair she walked naked through the apartment to the kitchen and made a gin and tonic.  She wanted to get a buzz on, taking several good sips while working the towel over her hair.  Pouring another drink to take back into the bedroom she noticed that the front blinds were still open. Anyone on the walkway outside would have a full view of her nakedness.  She would be even more exposed if she walked up to the window to close the blinds.  The thought kind of excited her and she could feel her pussy’s reaction.  With a drink in hand and a wicked smile on her face, she walked to the window, looked out in the darkness for a minute before closing the blinds.  She had a Christmas tree on the low table in front of the window.  She switched the tree lights on and turned the room lights off.  The glow was lovely and enticing.In the bedroom, she pulled the wrapping off the box, scored the taped seams with a fingernail file, and popped it open.  She smiled.  He must have placed the order before he learned that he couldn’t come home.  In the box was, as she suspected, a vibrator with a remote control. The vibrator was one of those that shaped like a distorted “W,” or a stretched out “E.”  It consisted of three protrusions, or arms.  The top one was about four inches long and had the end flattened into a small, soft paddle. The middle one was maybe seven inches, and the one on the bottom was about five inches.  She easily understood that the last arm was meant to go in her ass, the center arm goes in her vagina, and the last one hugs and massages her clit.  All three arms have their own vibrator. There was also a stiff string of beads that looked perfect for anal stimulation.  What she didn’t expect was another smaller box.  She pulled it out and opened it.  Inside were two red velvet handcuffs and two similar ankle cuffs.  Each handcuff had a small black rectangular cube attached by a single link of chain.  At the other end of the cube was a hole that had a metal ring visible in the hole.  Curious.She put all four cuffs on, admiring them.  Still in the smaller box was a clear package containing soft furry red ropes.  At the end of two of the ropes were metal loops, each loop having a tail.  They reminded Gale of the symbol for female—the circle with the short line downward and a nub near the end.  It occurred to her that the tale of the loop would insert in the hole in the cube.  Gale realized they were a releasable connector.  She inserted tale into the connector, and, sure enough, it went in with a distinct click.  But she couldn’t get it out again. She looked for the instructions and found two AAA batteries with instructions to install in the remote.  But it wasn’t in the box.  She checked and rechecked.  Not there. She examined the remote that came with the “E” shaped toy. But that remote was inscribed with functions specifically the E vibrator. It didn’t have a duel purpose. The remote for the AAA batteries görükle escort bayan was missing. She would have to contact VicSecret about that.Thinking about how she could use them by herself, she tossed the red rope, now stuck to her wrist, over her shoulder and got another drink from the kitchen.  She was feeling pretty good.  She checked the drawers for batteries for the new E vibrator.  Success! Several fresh batteries for the vibrator.  Being alone wasn’t great, but things were shaping up to be enjoyable anyway. Back in the bedroom, she could feel that familiar moisture forming in pussy as she installed the batteries.  Just to be sure she grabbed the lube from the bedside table.  She rubbed the slippery stuff over the vibrator and then on her anus and labia.  She spent more time than necessary ensuring that the lube was providing full coverage.   Naked, except for the “cuffs” she grabbed her robe, her drink, and the vibrator, slipping the remote into her robe pocket, she went into the living room to enjoy the lights of Christmas.She spread her robe on the floor under the tree and extracted the remote.  Sitting down on the robe she guided the vibrator between her bare legs.  It became obvious, as she pushed the center arm between her labia that the arm for her ass would need to be inserted simultaneously.  She lay back and spread her legs further apart.  Raising her hips she negotiated the arms of the vibrator into her lubed asshole and very wet vagina.  The wide pad of the third leg slide up her full labia and nestled right on her clitoris. She just laid there, amazed at how full it felt.  She wiggled a bit and the sensation of the semiflexible arm that was in her ass moved as if by a magic hand.  The arm that was in her pussy felt soft and hard at the same time.  When she wiggled, they all moved in a most pleasant way. Inside her vag, it was tight and almost deep enough to reach her cervix, and the liquid feeling pressure on her clit was delightful. She picked up the remote control.  On touch it lit up, displaying a small menu of choices.  It looked as though she could adjust the speed and pattern of all three arms independently.  She pressed “A”, then selected speed “2”, then arbitrarily, as the “Patterns” weren’t defined, she selected “4”.  Immediately the arm in her asshole began to vibrate, startling her.  Smiling she settled into it, but abruptly it pulsed three times, three much strong pulses than the previous vibration.  Then it switches back to the milder vibration.  Another fifteen or twenty seconds and it repeated the cycle.  So, she thought, that was pattern 4. Looking at the remote again she selected “C”, thinking that might mean clit.  She chose a slow speed, “3”,  and again picked a random number, “7”.  The vibrations started on her clit and were fairly intense, causing her to jump a little and moan.  It started and stopped, started and stopped… Whoa!  Her juices began flowing in earnest.  The feeling in her ass and on her clit was wonderful.  She chose, “V”, “5”, and “5”.  This time she didn’t startle, but soon began a low, soft moan that continued until she had to inhale. She gasped.  Her pussy was alive!  The wall between her vag and asshole was going crazy, caught between differing rhythms, the effect was intense. Her moans grew in volume, her breathing in ragged exhaling puffs and brief, excited gasps for air.  She grabbed her tits, rubbing and squeezing, pinching and pulling on her nipples, getting more and more turned on.  Her entire body was moving with the sensations.  Her hips rocked, she placed one hand on the arm on her clit, pressing down, while her other continued to massage her tits and twist her nipples.  She felt a flood of juice flowing out of her pussy and coursing down her ass.  She moved her hand to grip the vibrator and tried pushing it in and out.  Her body bucked upward off the floor.  Then again as intense waves of pleasure rose out of her core like the torrent of a volcano and plowed through every nerve in her body.  Her body sensations ruled, driving all thoughts from her mind.  Her back arched up with each wave, yielding to frantic screams from uncontrollable series of orgasms.  And they kept coming, one after another, after another. Some phantasmal connection between her bewitched mind and her sex marauding hand caused her to search for the remote control, seize it, and move her thumb over the red button and push.  The “machine” stopped.  Gale did not.  The waves continued through her, her back arching her hips off the floor in a bucking motion.  As the sensations slowly abated, she began to calm down.  Occasional orgasms would pulse and she would stiffen, but those too finally subsided.  She was exhausted and breathing hard as she came down.  She lay there waiting for the real world to return. What was that knocking?  Her mind couldn’t place it.  Someone yelling. A few more minutes, she told herself, she’ll get up and find out what that was…“Oh my god,” her mind snapped back to reality.  “Someone’s at the door.”“Hello, in there.  Are you alright?”  More knocking.She jumped up and went to the door, only realizing then that she was stark naked with a vibrator up her…everything.  There was a sidelight window with a thin gossamer curtain that would do little to obscure the view of her.  She stood very close to the door.“What do you want?” she yelled?“I heard screaming.  Are you alright?”“Yes, I’m fine.  We are all fine, thank you.”“I wonder if I can speak to you.  Would that be okay?”She ran back and picked up her robe, wrapping it around herself.  The large wet spot adhered itself to her ass, making it nearly see-through, as well as sending a chill that went straight to her nipples.“I can hear you.  Go ahead and say what you want.”  She wasn’t going to open the door to a stranger, especially dressed the way she was.“Well,” he shouted, my name is Ted Prateck.  I’m a good friend of Jeff’s.  I’ve been in Afghanistan with him for the past year.  He said we should meet.  I know it’s a little late and Christmas Eve, but it’s my last night in town, so I thought I would see if you were home.”She peeked through the peephole in the door.  He was about Jeff’s height, dark hair, broad shoulders, and a shadow of a beard.  He was wearing a sports coat over a sweater.  Handsome.“How do I know you are who you say you are?”“Haha,” he chuckled,  “Jeff said you wouldn’t take my word for it.  He told me to tell you that the day he met you, you were wearing a calf-length yellow sundress, and … ah,  well, no bra and no panties.  Sorry, I don’t mean to offend, but that’s what he said.”  Oh my god, Jeff told him about that? “Oh really?  What else did he tell you?”“He just said we should get together.”  He waited for a reply, then thought.  “Oh, he said you were beautiful.”She didn’t know if she should trust him.  “What Jeff’s middle name,” she tested.“I don’t know, but when you’re pissed at him you call him Jeffrey Butt Wipe.”Gale laughed at that.  She looked around the room, everything was fine except for the huge wet spot on the carpet.  Fuck it, she told herself.  The guy’s legitimate.  If he asks, I’ll tell him the truth.  Maybe.Gale opened the door.  Pulling her robe tighter around her, she looked Ted over.  Ted knew he was being inspected.  He just smiled. “Well…come in please, Ted.”She turned and led him down the hall, leaving Ted to close the door.  As she walked away he noticed the silky white robe had a large wet spot that rendered the material nearly transparent, showing Gale’s fine ass as clear as through a window.  That made him smile.“Please make yourself at home.  Drinks are in the kitchen. I’ve had three gin and tonics already, so you have some catching up to do.  Help yourself,  Make me another gin and tonic, while you’re at it. I’m going to change into something more social.”“Don’t do it on my account,” Ted said, heading for the kitchen.  “Be comfortable.  In fact, I would like to get this jacket off.”  Looking at her, he said, “It’s okay isn’t it?”She watched him pour the gin, tipping her head sideways.  He set the bottle down and shrugged out of his jacket, laying over a chair.  She knew that the robe did little to hide her curves and that it was easily seen that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.  She knew that it wasn’t important, this was just Jeff’s friend, nothing was going to happen.  So if he didn’t care, then neither would she. “Hmm,” Gale said, “I guess I won’t change, then.”  She was still wearing the ‘machine’.  It felt a little uncomfortable now and then, but otherwise, it provided an occasional pleasant little rub.  So she decided she wouldn’t even go remove the vibrator.“Do you like pizza?  I was going to order one?”“Tonight?  I don’t think there will be anybody open.”“Yeah, there is.  He’s an old curmudgeon living by himself.  Making pizza is his whole life.  We’ll be helping him out.”“Okay,” Ted said, “I’m all for helping old curmudgeon out on Christmas.”