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“Yeah, maybe a bit.”
“God, I’m good,” Harry mutters to himself and I smack his arm.
“You know, maybe I can turn this into a business. Find other people who can fuck someone into the Christmas spirit,” Harry jokes.
“You’re kidding,” I say, my mouth open in shock.
“Of course, baby. This gift I have is rare.” Harry puts his hand on his chest. “I could never find someone like me.”
“I suppose,” I laugh.
As the song dies down and the next one starts, I ask Harry a question that’s been on my mind.
“Harry? What does Christmas mean to you?”
He looks at me, then back to the road.
“Well, it’s a day to spend with family. Slow down for a moment before coming into the new year. It’s joyous for me.”
“Is there anything special you do on Christmas?” I ask.
“Other than the typical stuff like opening presents and stockings in the morning, we do puzzles and listen toVinyl Cafe. It’s nice.”
“I have some puzzles in my closet. If you want to do some when you come over.”
“Yeah, I’d love that,” he said, smiling at me.
With a grin on both our faces, we enjoy the music on the way to the Christmas tree farm. There wasn’t much more talking other than pointing out other people’s house decorations as we passed by them.
When we get to the farm, we make quick work of getting our tree, since they were about to close.
The woman was very friendly. She gave us a saw and pointed to the trees that were the best size for an apartment.
Watching Harry doing manual labour excited me in new ways I’ve never felt before. He sawed the tree until it fell over and he dragged it to an area where he wrapped our tree in some sort of netted bag. As he slung the tree up onto the top of his car and tied it down, my pussy was all a flutter.
What is it about manual labour that gets a girl going?
Whatever it is, it's powerful.
Harry comes back to the car after paying and returning the saw. When he sees my face, he cocks his head to the side and grins.
“What’s that look all about?”
“Oh, nothing,” I coyly state and grin.
Harry chuckles, then kisses me on the cheek. I pull him in for a deeper kiss, not caring if anyone is watching. Harry doesn’t care either as he cups my ass and digs his hardening cock into my thigh.
“The things I’m going to do to you when we get home…” he promises and gives my nose a little boop.
“What are you going to do to me, Mr. Cormack?”
Harry opens my door for me. Before I crawl in, he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to fuck the joy of Christmas so deep into you, by next year you’ll be singing Christmas tunes in the shower.”
Chapter 7: Ayaka
Whenwegetbackto my place, the skies are dark, and it is about eight o’clock. Harry puts up the tree. We wait for the little bits of snow stuck to it to melt and give the tree time to open up. I know that on Monday we will have to go back to work and pretend this never happened. And I don’t know what will happen after the holidays, but I know that I will never forget this feeling. And I will never let myself forget that Icanfeel like this.
Meanwhile, we sit on the couch and make out. I sit on Harry’s lap, grinding into his erection as he slips his tongue into my mouth. Our hands are everywhere. I run them up his chest while he squeezes my kind-of-an-ass.
