Last minute Christmas present

Playing in a band has brought me a bunch of some of the best experiences in my life. From touring the country, playing alongside some of my childhood heroes and appearances at huge festivals, partying hard with crazy and cool people, and of course, the girls.

After years of toil but never achieving that elusive superstardom younger me dreamed of, the band and all the work involved became less and less fun, and eventually we disbanded and went our separate ways. I put it all behind me and moved on with my life, happily focusing on work and friends and family etc.

So it was just last year, when ten years since the last time we'd played together and nineteen years since we'd put out the album that put us on the map, that my old lead singer contacted me out of the blue. "Twentieth anniversary." he said. "We should do something to celebrate." Ever since we retired, in the back of my mind the thought would come and go. It'd be a lot of fun to go out there and tear it up one more time. So one by one, we contacted the remaining members of the band, and lo and behold, before I knew it the band was back together.

In quick succession we got together in a rehearsal room, and guess what, we still had it. So next we booked ourselves an appearance on a big festival in around eight months time. We wrote and recorded a new song. And of course, we created new and upgraded social media pages to promote the return of the band.

So it was to my surprise that once the word started getting around that the band was back, we started getting a little attention. Not just from old fans, but from a new generation that had never seen us before. And it was online that I was approached by a very attractive young lady who announced to me that she loved the type of music we played, was looking forward to seeing us perform at the festival, and would love to be my friend.

So we started talking. About bands we like and what we liked to do for fun. I suggested that maybe we could go and see a live gig sometime. She responded enthusiastically and we agreed to catch up when something cool was on.

As the end of the year approached, we continued talking, but had yet to go out together. And so when Christmas Eve rolled around and we chatted online as I sat at home alone with nothing to do, I suggested hanging out if she wanted. To my surprise, she said yes, and to come and pick her up. In no time flat, I drove to her place, and met her for the first time as she climbed up into my ute. She was gorgeous. Big beautiful brown eyes and long dark hair pulled back in two matching piggy tails.

We immediately hit it off as we returned to my house, laughing and chatting with ease, and before long after I'd put on a record and poured a couple of drinks, we sat out on the back porch talking and next thing we were cuddling up close and getting very cosy.

Instinctively, I pushed her back on the recliner and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss just as passionately, and before I knew it, our hands were all over each other. This girl was seriously hot, and my cock was bulging in my pants. She reached down and felt me, then turning and looking me directly in the eyes, she suggested we take it inside.

Without needing any further encouragement, I grabbed her and gently pushed her backwards through the back door and down the hallway towards the bedroom, removing her top and bra as we moved.

We made it to the bed, and without any hesitation sitting on the edge of the bed she undid the button and zipper on my jeans, wrapping her pretty little mouth around my rock hard dick as my pants fell to the floor. Her tongue danced up and down my shaft while she wrapped her hand tightly around me firmly pulling me off, then burying me all the way down to the back of her hot wet throat. I was in absolute ecstacy, and I wanted to fuck her badly, but I yearned to taste her sweet pussy so in a singular motion I pushed her onto her back, lifted her legs over my shoulders as I ripped off her skin tight leggings, then buried my face between her long lean legs. She moaned loudly as I went to town licking, sucking and wrapping my mouth around her delicious fuckhole. She tasted so good, and I could have eaten her for hours but before long she was begging me to fuck her. I climbed up on top of her and slowly, inch by inch slid my thick hard cock deep inside of her. Her heald tilted back, her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a long moan, and from a gentle start before long I was pumping her hard, like a man possessed. Her tight little cunt wrapped around me felt like paradise, and the sweat was dripping off both of us. I grabbed her and flipped her over, entering her and pounding her from behind, turned on beyond belief watching her beautiful backside bouncing against me as her gorgeous dark hair flung around her shoulders. I was incredibly aroused and close to cumming, but first I lay on my back and pulled her on top of me. Watching her slide up and down on my dick while my hands rubbed her perfect young perky tits had me turned on beyond belief, and we kissed each other in a wild frenzy as our hands slid all over one another. Unable to hold on any longer, I threw her on her back, climbing up over her to blow my load all over her breasts and tight little belly. Exhausted we collapsed into each other's arms. The most amazing fuck. The sexiest girl.

We threw on some clothing, grabbed another drink, put on some music, danced seductively together and partied into the early hours of Christmas morning, and then returned to the bedroom and did it all over again. God damn. This woman was absolutely phenomenal.

As she dressed, she asked me to book her an uber. I obliged, and before too long we were kissing one another good bye at the front door. As she walked down the driveway, I called out, "Best Christmas present ever!" She giggled, blew me a kiss, and next thing she was gone.

I was right though. She was definitely the best Christmas present I got that day. And maybe ever.