The snow had stopped temporarily, and Melissa felt the need to get out into the fresh air for a while. The sun was peeking through the grey, puffy clouds, and she was in the mood to make a snowman. She had been making a snowman with every snowstorm, for as far back as she could remember. She hadn't missed a single time – even that year she caught such a bad cold that she needed to bundle up, and she could barely see what she was doing. Now in her twenty-eighth year, she was going to build herself another snowman, and the soft snow looked perfect to do the job.
Melissa pulled the red chenille pom-pom hat down over her light brown curls, and zipped up her tan jacket to keep out the cold. Then she wrapped her warm blue scarf twice around her neck. She put on her gray wool gloves and covered them with the leather ones that would keep the snow from sticking to her hands. Opening the door to the outside, she squinted her blue eyes against the sparkling glare of the sun, as it reflected off the blanket of snow. Out she trudged down the pathway, not even bothering to shovel the snow aside, her feet kicking through the soft flakes like a kindergarten kid with a secret.
She got to her special snowman corner and gathered up a large pile of perfect flakes. Smoothing it out into a huge flattened ball, Melissa shaped the rounded base until it was almost three feet in diameter. Then she took her six-foot long tomato stake that she had used in her summer garden, and pushed it through the center of the base. This would give some strength to her finished creation. She packed a two foot round pile of snow into a chunky rectangle around the stake, smoothing out the crack between the two sections with extra snow, to connect them securely. Now it was almost as big as she was, she thought, smiling with satisfaction. Melissa rolled a smaller ball of soft snow, and placed it on what remained of the center stick. This would be his head. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a couple of large paw-paw seeds she had saved from October's harvest, and fastened them with toothpicks where she thought the eyes ought to be. The smooth brown seeds almost seemed to look back at her as she centered them. She pressed a fat chunky carrot into the space between, for his nose, and broke off a piece of orange-scented, concolor fir branch, from the nearby tree, to give him a curvy warm smile. Taking off her blue scarf, she wrapped it around the snowman, tying it to give him a stylish flair.
She brushed all the snow off the top of her snowman box, and removed the special hat she always used for a topper. She cocked it jauntily upon his head and stood back to look at her new creation. Wow, that looks so perfect, her mind imagined, wondering how lovely it would be to skate around on the frozen pond with her new snowman companion. Arm in arm they would circle around on their skates, listening to the songbirds, as the winter breeze rosied-up their cheeks. Arms! That's what he was missing! Melissa reached over to the fir, and broke off two more branches with needles on the ends, that would give her frozen fellow what he needed to balance himself while he skated. There! Now you're much better, Melissa concluded, and I'll name you, uhmmm, Charlie. Perfect, she thought.
The thoughts of a handsome fellow holding her tightly while skating, had started Melissa's imagination flowing, and she smiled at Charlie, winking her eye back at him, as she walked into her cottage. She threw off her hat and jacket, tossing them, with her wet gloves and boots, onto the window seat. She sat herself down on the rug near her living room fireplace, which still glowed red from the wood she had burned earlier that morning. Pulling off her pants, and lifting her top up over her head, she covered her pert breasts with her icy cold hands, circling her nipples slowly around. With her eyes closed, Melissa laid down, imagining how excited she would feel, if the man she had skated with, would have come back to the cottage with her, and had begun rubbing her breasts with his cold fingertips. Her nipples hardened with her thoughts. She let her mind drift, following the pair of hands with her imagination, as she worked them down over the smooth skin of her stomach. She felt her back arch, as her fingers found her silken, trimmed mound – tiny circles beginning to evoke feelings within her that only her fantasy man could know about. She felt his hands part her labia, coaxing out the first drops of moisture, as his lips touched hers. He kissed her, then, with all the intensity of her perfect man, tasting her mouth, sampling her passion. She kissed him back, her tongue parting his lips just a little, searching out his desire, asking for his love. She felt her passions building within her, as she closed her eyes and the waves of pleasure coursed over her body, causing her to tremble. Drawing in a breath and opening her eyes, she stared at the ceiling and sighed. If only he were real, she thought.
Melissa got up, dressed and went into the kitchen to prepare her dinner. Night was falling fast, and already the twinkling of the evening's starlight was daring to greet her through the window over the sink. The moon was three-quarters full, and was crowding out what was left of the dusky sunset.
Melissa threw a steak into a frying pan and watched as the red meat sizzled on the heated surface, little wet droplets dancing around in defiance of the fire. She sliced in some onion and poured in a drop of olive oil, smelling the fragrant, sweet aromas of her simple meal. When the steak was finished cooking, she lifted the seared portion onto a china plate, and sat down, alone, to satisfy the hunger in her belly. Chewing slowly, she imagined what it would be like to share this meal with a handsome man. Someone she could talk with, someone to share her secrets. Enough of that, she thought, as she finished her dinner and got up to clear her plate.
Melissa finished her washing, and went into her bedroom to change for the night. She poked her arms through the straps of her satin, floor-length gown and pushed her curls through the head opening. Looking at herself in the wide mirror, she pulled the nightgown tightly around the curves of her hips, admiring her still-girlish figure with satisfaction. Then she brushed her teeth and crawled in under the warm blanket of her double bed, opening the novel she kept by the bedside for reading. She turned sideways, closed the book again, and turned off the light next to her. She was too tired tonight. She would just get some sleep.
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In the morning, Melissa was roused from her dreams by the ringing of the telephone. It was her friend, Anne. She wanted to know if Melissa would come with her to the Christmas party being held where she worked, at the local tavern. At first, Melissa tried to beg off from going. She really wasn't in too festive a mood. But her friend assured her that she would have a great time and, besides, Anne told her, there would be someone special for her to meet there. She had never really been out on a blind date, but this wasn't a date, it was a party, so she guessed it would be okay. Melissa agreed to join Anne, closed her phone, and sat on the edge of her bed. Her mood began to brighten immediately, and she hummed a bit of "We Need a Little Christmas" as she began her day.
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The day of the party, Melissa took her special green velvet dress out of the closet and found her fancy black pumps to go with them. Assuring herself that the neckline showed just the right amount of cleavage, Melissa fastened a short jade choker around her neck. There, she thought, how could any man resist me? She giggled softly to herself as she dressed, feeling her excitement mounting as the time got closer to leaving.
Melissa entered the tavern and handed her winter coat to the hat check girl. Seeing Anne at the bar, she smiled, and hurried over to join her friend.
"Is he here?" she whispered to Anne, so no one would be the wiser.
Anne told her that he would soon be arriving, and let her know how beautiful she looked. Melissa felt the blush rising in her cheeks. They sat, sipping some white wine, and catching up on all the things going on during the past couple of weeks.
After they had been chatting for about fifteen minutes, a tall man with sandy-colored hair walked over to Anne, and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek.
"Melissa, this is Mark," she announced, making the obligatory introduction.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Melissa," Mark told her, extending out his arms and taking both her hands in his. "You're far more lovely than Anne has let on."
"Thank you," Melissa replied, feeling her heart melt, as the warmth from Mark's compliment trickled through her.
"I'm going to let you two get acquainted, since I see my date on the other side of the room," added Anne, excusing herself, and leaving the two alone for the evening.
Melissa and Mark seated themselves in one of the corner booths, talking all evening as they ate their dinner. Melissa found she couldn't stop herself from gazing at Mark, totally mesmerized by his engaging smile and sweet, warm voice. They talked about anything and everything, finding out quite a bit about each other before the dinner was through.
After dessert was served, Mark asked her if he could take her home. She said she lived nearby, and he offered to walk her to her cottage. As they approached her home they walked by the ice-covered pond.
"Oh, look!" Mark exclaimed. "Do you skate?"
"Yes, but . . ." Melissa began, but Mark cut her off.
"Don't worry – no need for skates." And he whisked her off her feet, carrying her onto the ice. He danced around, sliding along on the ice with Melissa wrapped up in his strong arms. She let out a delighted squeal, laughing as they swept across the ice, under the moonlight. When Mark finally set her down, she couldn't stop laughing.
"That was so much fun!" Melissa admitted, half laughing, half bursting with excitement. "How about we go inside and warm up a bit?"
The two walked up the path to the cottage, passing the snowman along the way.
"And who is this?" Mark asked, making his own bowing introduction to Charlie.
"Oh, that's my boyfriend, Charlie," Melissa replied, giggling. "Charlie, this is Mark. Seems you have some tough competition."
Mark just smiled. "Let's go inside and have some hot chocolate. Charlie won't join us 'cause it'll make him go all to pieces."
Mark and Melissa went inside and sat down next to the fireplace.
"Shall I start a fire, Mark?" Melissa asked, adding a few logs to the cooled ash and lighting them. "That's much nicer, don't you think?"
"I love the smell of a burning fire," Mark replied, adding, "And I love the smell of a lady as lovely as you."
And with that, he leaned over and tenderly kissed Melissa on the mouth. She leaned into his kiss, feeling Mark's arms wrap closely around her waist. His fingers worked up her back, finding her zipper, as her mouth tasted his, over and over. He kissed her chin, and down her jawline. And then, he kissed her neck – little delicate kisses, barely touching her skin.
Melissa's shoulders gave an involuntary shiver as Mark's mouth worked its way down the neckline of her dress, his fingers having already gotten her zipper open to the bottom. His fingers reached inside, under the velvet, caressing her back and shoulders softly.
Melissa let out a tiny moan of pleasure as she felt Mark slowly lower her dress down to the floor. His hands came around and cupped her breasts as his mouth found hers, once again. They lowered themselves onto the rug, and he continued to kiss her with an emotion and passion she had never experienced before. She felt an uncontrollable urge to remove his sweater, and he helped her to lift it up over his head, revealing his firm, masculine chest.
She planted soft, wet kisses all over his chest, from one side to the other, her hands playing gently in the tiny black hairs that covered his skin. She felt her nipples tighten as Mark's hands slid beneath her bra, lifting it off. He lifted her left nipple into his mouth, letting his hot tongue glide over the erect flesh, sending shockwaves of desire right through her. His hand played with her right nipple, flicking it gently back and forth.
Never had she felt such incredible sensations. Melissa could feel the moisture flowing between her legs as she felt his fingers and lips play upon her swelling breasts. She heard the unzipping of Mark's pants as they fell to the rug, and she instinctively reached down to find his hardening manhood.
Melissa took him in her hand and felt him grow as she stroked him gently. She could smell his scent and she drank in all the sensations she was experiencing. Mark pulled out of her grasp just then, and she felt him lower his head down to her rising mound.
"Oh, yes," she encouraged, as she felt his tongue stroke gently up and down the folds of her tender petals. He grasped her thighs in his big strong hands as his mouth worked its magic on her pussy. She felt herself throb as he nibbled and tugged on her engorged clit, his tongue drinking in the juices that gushed forth from her secret spot. Her hips rose to meet his mouth, writhing with exquisite pleasure from the erotic tingle he was giving her. She felt him enter her with a finger, as his mouth moved faster and faster across her clit. The sensations were maddening, as the power of her orgasm shook her very soul. She continued to rock, back and forth, back and forth, as his mouth produced wave after wave of delicious orgasm throughout her body.
As she slowly drifted back to reality, she felt Mark enter her, slowly and deeply. As soon as she felt him, her body responded in kind. Her swollen walls grabbed at him, massaging his cock across its entire length inside her. In and out he rode her, feeling her squeeze his huge cock tightly as she came again and again. He heard her rapid breathing, and finally, with a powerful scream, Melissa's entire body exploded with the hugest orgasm he had ever felt beneath him. That was all his brain needed, and he let loose a stream of hot cum inside her, spurting over and over, filling her up with his luscious load.
He held her tenderly as they lay there, afterwards, his hands stroking softly against her belly. He could smell their sex all around him, the heady scents mixing and enticing him, almost asking him for a repeat performance. He climbed up to Melissa's face, kissing her gently on the forehead, laying next to her on the rug. He looked at her as he held her, and she smiled back at him with the happiest of smiles.
"So what are you doing for New Year's?" he asked her, gently.
A Very Special Holiday
by
peppercorn
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Sun, 28th March, 2010
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