The Twelve days of Christmas
The Twelve Days of Christmas
by Odlum
The advantage of living on the edge of China Town is that no matter what day it is, the stores are always open. The day was sunny and mild with a slight breeze. Jane walked briskly down the sidewalk towards Chan’s Market. She stopped before the window of a dress shop and admired the display. The breeze playfully tugged at the hem of her dress. She heard the audible gasp. Jane checked the reflection in the window. She knew she was being followed.
Jane loved the floral sundress she was wearing. The soft linen material caressed her body and the spaghetti straps provided just enough support to lift and separate her breasts yet still allowed her to reveal a seductive amount of cleavage. She loved the feel of the material as it rubbed against her nipples. The patterned lilies always gained new prominence as she walked.
The display of fresh oranges beckoned. Jane bent over and picked up a shopping basket. There was a soft gasp from behind her and another more pronounced groan from inside the store. She turned. “Good morning, Mr. Chan”
A short balding Chinese man stood behind the cashier’s counter. His wire glasses were slightly askew, and he was rubbing his chest. His scowling wife stood beside him. “Morning Missee Jane,” he painfully managed. Jane smiled.
She moved around the store adding to her basket, more fruit, veggies, eggs, and noodles. Her last item was a jar of special Scheswan sauce. Mr. Chan knew it was her favourite. It was placed on the lowest shelf of the main aisle, in full view of the cashier’s counter. Jane bent over. She carefully selected a jar and took her time reading the ingredients on the label before slowly placing the jar in her basket. She smiled as she heard the mumbled words from behind and another sharp gasp followed by a high-pitched rebuke spoken in Chinese.
As she left the store, Jane offered a cheerful, “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!” Mrs. Chan muttered something in Chinese while Mr. Chan grinned broadly and nodded his head.
In the kitchen, Jane was preparing the ingredients for her special omelette. He husband sat on the couch sipping his coffee. A card was on the cushion beside him. “Thanks for the card, hun.”
“Welcome, sweetie…more to come…” came the reply over the clatter in the kitchen.
“You know what I hate about a birthday today?”
“No, what?”
“…always feel a bit short-changed…you know”
Jane now stood in the kitchen doorway. She wiped her hand on the tea towel she was holding and dropped it on the dining room table as she walked towards the living room couch. With each step, she gently slid the sundress’ spaghetti straps from her shoulders. By the time she reached her husband her pendulous breasts were fully exposed. Her fingertips caressed her nipples. They hardened. Now she swivelled her hips and the dress dropped to the floor. He gasped and muttered something unintelligible. His hand reached out. She brushed it away and knelt before him.
Her fingers deftly undid the belt and then the zipper of his jeans. Soon his clothing was in a pile on the floor. Her hands now encircled his rampant cock and her fingers began to tease his balls. Jane looked up at him. Her eyes wild with excitement. “You know what I like about a birthday at this time of year?”
“No, what?” he replied with a gasping shudder.
“There are Twelve Days of Christmas.” With that, she bent forward. Her tongue found the object of her desire.
He felt her hot breath and the warmth of her mouth. “Twelve days to celebrate…you say…Oh My God…”
by Odlum
The advantage of living on the edge of China Town is that no matter what day it is, the stores are always open. The day was sunny and mild with a slight breeze. Jane walked briskly down the sidewalk towards Chan’s Market. She stopped before the window of a dress shop and admired the display. The breeze playfully tugged at the hem of her dress. She heard the audible gasp. Jane checked the reflection in the window. She knew she was being followed.
Jane loved the floral sundress she was wearing. The soft linen material caressed her body and the spaghetti straps provided just enough support to lift and separate her breasts yet still allowed her to reveal a seductive amount of cleavage. She loved the feel of the material as it rubbed against her nipples. The patterned lilies always gained new prominence as she walked.
The display of fresh oranges beckoned. Jane bent over and picked up a shopping basket. There was a soft gasp from behind her and another more pronounced groan from inside the store. She turned. “Good morning, Mr. Chan”
A short balding Chinese man stood behind the cashier’s counter. His wire glasses were slightly askew, and he was rubbing his chest. His scowling wife stood beside him. “Morning Missee Jane,” he painfully managed. Jane smiled.
She moved around the store adding to her basket, more fruit, veggies, eggs, and noodles. Her last item was a jar of special Scheswan sauce. Mr. Chan knew it was her favourite. It was placed on the lowest shelf of the main aisle, in full view of the cashier’s counter. Jane bent over. She carefully selected a jar and took her time reading the ingredients on the label before slowly placing the jar in her basket. She smiled as she heard the mumbled words from behind and another sharp gasp followed by a high-pitched rebuke spoken in Chinese.
As she left the store, Jane offered a cheerful, “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!” Mrs. Chan muttered something in Chinese while Mr. Chan grinned broadly and nodded his head.
In the kitchen, Jane was preparing the ingredients for her special omelette. He husband sat on the couch sipping his coffee. A card was on the cushion beside him. “Thanks for the card, hun.”
“Welcome, sweetie…more to come…” came the reply over the clatter in the kitchen.
“You know what I hate about a birthday today?”
“No, what?”
“…always feel a bit short-changed…you know”
Jane now stood in the kitchen doorway. She wiped her hand on the tea towel she was holding and dropped it on the dining room table as she walked towards the living room couch. With each step, she gently slid the sundress’ spaghetti straps from her shoulders. By the time she reached her husband her pendulous breasts were fully exposed. Her fingertips caressed her nipples. They hardened. Now she swivelled her hips and the dress dropped to the floor. He gasped and muttered something unintelligible. His hand reached out. She brushed it away and knelt before him.
Her fingers deftly undid the belt and then the zipper of his jeans. Soon his clothing was in a pile on the floor. Her hands now encircled his rampant cock and her fingers began to tease his balls. Jane looked up at him. Her eyes wild with excitement. “You know what I like about a birthday at this time of year?”
“No, what?” he replied with a gasping shudder.
“There are Twelve Days of Christmas.” With that, she bent forward. Her tongue found the object of her desire.
He felt her hot breath and the warmth of her mouth. “Twelve days to celebrate…you say…Oh My God…”
4 年 前
