Unwrap these Presents

by Astrid Ohletz

  “It’s history.”

  “Tragic history,” I said.

  “Didn’t you visit the Tower of London while you were there?” she asked. It seemed like a challenge.

  “Yes, and it was no skip in the park, either. There’s no end to the forms of torture human beings are capable of inventing.”

  “That’s a fact. Interest in torture and human suffering is hard to resist no matter what anyone says. It’s why we can’t help rubbernecking at crash scenes or watching the evening news on TV. Don’t worry—I plan to partake in some tamer pursuits. Like visiting the Arc de Triomphe, and of course, I must see the city from the top of the Eiffel Tower.”

  I took a long swig of beer, Bass Draught for me and Stella Artois for her, sat back, relaxed, and listened. She was hip, coming from California and all, but her voice had a rhythm that led me to addiction. She was born in LA but moved to San Francisco, where she was the first girl at school to come out of the closet. She was brave and I admired her for that. It was getting late, but neither of us showed any signs of tiring. She barely took a breath, at least, none I could detect.

  “…There’s the Louvre, Notre Dame de Paris…” Her voice trailed off in a dreamy state.

  All her plans meant I only had one night to get under her skirt. I’d never done it on a ferry before, but then I’d never been on a ferry with a fetching woman before.

  She bought the last round. She sauntered back to our table, and plopped herself on the couch next to me, thighs up close so her free hand could roam up and down my leg. Every stroke made my desires harder to resist.

  I had to make my move with this forward femme. Let her think it was her idea—that would be fine with me. By our last drop of beer, I reckoned I knew everything about her and despite first impressions, I was getting to like her. She was smart and funny.

  “Unless we plan to sleep where we sit, I’d better walk you back to your room.” I played it cool, spurred on when she didn’t flinch at my suggestive tone.

  “I’m ready, let’s go.” She stood and offered me both of her hands to help me up. I should have known this was just the beginning of her taking control.

  I flashed a grin, which she returned with a wink. Light on my feet, and still holding her hands, I stood. She looked up at me when I said, “I suggest we get right to bed—together.”

  She had an adorable little nose that screwed up when she giggled. That’s all the encouragement I needed. I offered my arm to escort her to her room. I even took the key from her to open the cabin door. Control was my middle name.

  I barely got the door open when she pushed me inside, hurrying in after I did. She didn’t have to wait for an invitation. Of course, the answer would be yes, but I had to put her straight on a couple of things. I looked around carefully. The ferry company boasted spacious staterooms, but in actuality, this room wasn’t much bigger than a bull pen. I didn’t care that it was cramped as long as it offered enough space for two. She completely relaxed in my arms; maybe this would be a good trip after all.

  We faced each other and she started to move in close, but I held her at arm’s length.

  “Look, Billie, just so we’re clear on this before it gets going, I’m not looking for a partner to cuddle. I like to fuck. If you think you can keep up, fine, if not, find someone else.”

  She looked put out at first and then grew defiant when she said, “I have no intention of marrying you either. Let’s fuck or forget about it.”

  “I didn’t mean to sound harsh, but I didn’t want any misunderstandings later.”

  “Neither do I. Besides, we can be adult about this, enjoy what we have, and just move on. Shall we do this? It’s almost Christmas. I know what I want. Do you?”

  How could I keep the upper hand in this situation when she was full of sassy remarks? The bristles on my neck subsided one at a time, but that didn’t mean I would be turned to mush by Billie or any woman. There was no sense in making this harder than it was. I reached for her shoulders to hold her still and kissed her, leaving no doubt about how it was going be or what I wanted for Christmas either. I forced my tongue into her mouth and then pushed her back against the bathroom door.

  “You have too many clothes on. I see I’m going to have to peel you out of these, one layer at a time.” I spun her around, lifted the bottom of her sweater, and pulled it over her head. For the time being, I left her creamy silk blouse on. I reached around and undid the top few buttons to ease the blouse down and expose the contours of her neck and shoulders. Taking tiny bites along the nape of her neck made her shiver, and she followed it with a delightful laugh. She opened the remaining buttons and let the blouse fall to the floor. It was such a tease to discover that she wore a camisole over her bra, concealing the treasures hidden beneath. I was ready to remove the cami, but she murmured, “Not yet.” Waiting a few minutes wasn’t a hardship. The feel of silk over pointy nips could make a woman howl like a hound dog in heat.

  I ran my hands down her breasts and waist. I reached up under the hem of her skirt to grasp her thighs and pulled her ass into my crotch. I was packing, as usual, and wanted her to feel it, to judge her reaction. I rubbed my dick against her ass as I cupped her sex. Holding her in place with one hand, I let my other hand roam higher under her woollen skirt and searched for the waistband of her tights. I had to pull them down to bare her legs, but removing her boots was going to be a problem.

  She must have read my mind because she swung around to face me and lifted her foot into my crotch. I grabbed hold of the heel and pulled so hard, I ended up flying backwards into a wall, but with boot-not-on-foot in hand. We laughed. She then hopped around as she tried to remove the other one all by herself. With tights pulled down below her ass and boots that fit like gloves, it would be New Year’s Eve before she would be naked. We laughed harder, but spurred on by intense desire and her playful willingness, I longed to torture her pert little nipples, at the very least, and fuck her pussy from here to eternity, at the most. I pulled out the chair from beneath the desk and sat, legs spread wide, and waited.

  “So, little girl, come sit on Santa’s lap and tell me what you want for Christmas,” I said. “Ho, ho, ho.”

  She swatted my arm, but feeling all naughty and nice, I play-fucked her ass with my crotch the moment she sat down on me. “Do you like that? I can stop now if you don’t.”

  She murmured, “Don’t you dare stop,” in response. The crotch of her panties grew damp and fragrant. There was nothing sweeter than being responsible for the scent of a woman totally turned on and eager for me to have her. I moved the elastic of her pastel panties aside, slipped a finger between her slick folds, and supported her weight on one thigh. She threw her head back and rested on my shoulder, while I played with her from behind.

  After a while, she got up and turned to face me. She pulled me up from the chair and kicked it aside, quite the feat in tight quarters, and ran her hand over my crotch. Her face lit up and her cheeks turned slightly pink. A great look, but not as perfect as when she screwed up her face. She drove me wild when she did that.

  I whispered in her ear, “Tell me what you want, Billie.”

  Instead of answering, she lifted my T-shirt, and her mouth soon found my tits. My hips automatically lunged forward searching for contact. I didn’t want to come too fast, but at this rate, I would if I wasn’t careful. I hiked her skirt up and pulled her panties down. She kicked them off the rest of the way but left her skirt rolled up around her waist. Was leaving a few items of clothing on a security measure in case she planned a hasty getaway?

  Not likely judging from her voracious appetite. She kissed me with such hunger that I backed her up against the door to regain some semblance of control. She unzipped my fly, getting my cock out before I could object.

  “I want this for Christmas and I want it now!”

  “Whoa there, take it easy.” I took hold of her wrists, unlocked her fingers from around my dick, and started rubbing it around her opening, moistening bo
th her and it copiously.

  I needed to slow this down, but she was the most ravenous, insatiable woman I’d ever met. Her thrusting her hips into me with force was an aphrodisiac like no other. Her body searched for penetration, and I wanted nothing less than to give it to her good and hard. But I resisted. I reined myself in as best as I could, only to give in completely almost immediately. I slid into her slowly, but she pushed back hard. I started to withdraw my dick, but she sucked me right back in with the strength of twenty women, taking my cock all the way to heaven. I was losing control of her, and she was fucking with me in more ways than one.

  I held her hips back against the door and attempted to do it my way, but she protested, “More, more, I want more. Give it to—”

  I covered her lips with mine and fucked her mouth hard and fast with my tongue while keeping up the deliberate rhythm of my cock inside her pussy. Man, she was gorgeous, all squirming in my arms, submissive, rocking her hips, trying so hard to get more of my cock deeper inside, but letting me lead the next. She was putty in my hands.

  Then I let down my guard. Bad move. Without warning, my cock was left stranded as she pulled my pants all the way down.

  “One sec,” she said, fetching something out of her bag. With glee, she held whatever it was behind her back.

  “Whoa there, partner. What have we got there?” I asked, reaching for it.

  She shook her head, but then whipped out the last thing I expected.

  She probably hadn’t bargained on me packing, but I hadn’t expected her to have a vibrating dildo, either. Each time I had the upper hand, she evened the score. With my jeans around my ankles and her arm around my waist, she held me in place as if I was a fool. Not that I really wanted to be anywhere else. I slipped two fingers deep inside. Soon her pussy was squeezing the life out of my fingers until I was forced to surrender or die. I withdrew my fingers and kicked my pants away. She moaned for maybe a split second, but I had my cock back inside before she could draw breath. I was certainly up for fucking her with her own device after using my own. Maybe I would just tease her with both at the same time.

  We were fucking machines. As I pumped her pussy, her hands were quicker than my eyes. She managed to put a rubber on the thick wand before placing it up against my cunt—from behind. No time to stop her. With the bulk sliding around in my juices, the next thing I knew, she had abandoned one hole for the other. She had the sheathed thing slicked and between my butt cheeks, pushing and twisting it into my ass faster than a bucking bronco throwing off a clueless rider. I’d have clamped shut, but this was not something I wanted to miss. Not many women were so bold. I had hit the jackpot with this one!

  “Fuck, that feels good. So damn good. But…uh, you better stop.”

  She didn’t listen to a word I said, but I couldn’t shut up. “So fucking good. Stop or you’ll…regret…it.”

  “Doubt that.”

  She was gonna make me come, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Or was there?

  As I pulled my cock out of her, she pushed her plastic wonder harder into me, then pulled it away as I thrust into her again. We developed a rhythm that worked. I wasn’t going to last long going at it like this, feeling intense pleasure from every orifice. We picked up speed. Without realising what was going down, I had given into her whim. I fucked her hard and fast and she was doing likewise. We were evenly matched, or so it seemed.

  But my orgasm built up too fast.

  “Damn it,” I said. I couldn’t stop myself. As I reached my crest, my dick playing my clit with each and every thrust into her pussy, she pushed her dildo into my ass. She was a frickin’ magician, I tell you. Where she got the wherewithal to also suck my nipple, I haven’t a clue, but she did that, too. When she bit down hard, I came like a fool with my head on her shoulder, shaking like a baby.

  Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, I thought, shuddering like a pussy the whole damn time. What a letdown, I was used to calling all the shots, especially when it came to my own damn orgasm.

  When my shaking subsided, she kissed me and slowly pulled the phallus out, which threatened to make me come again. I stifled the intense urge and blurted, “Fuck me. Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”

  She pushed me back and we fell onto the lower bunk bed. She stripped off her skirt, straddled my hips, and pulled her camisole off. I unhooked her bra and set her breasts free. Completely naked, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her and reached out for that first handful of silken flesh, but she stopped my hands.

  “No touching. Hands by your sides. If you move, I’ll stop.” I surrendered. What the hell. Looking at her was prize enough.

  Moving herself over my cock, she pulled herself open so I could see all her secrets. She proceeded to rub the end of my cock along her slit and around her swollen clit, then slowly taking me inside again. I lifted onto my elbows to watch my cock slide in and out until it got to be too much. I then flopped back onto the pillow and lifted my hips to meet her waiting pussy. I was getting closer to round two. She placed her hands against my chest to keep me down.

  As she fucked me she played with her clit, getting herself harder and wetter. Feeling the start of another orgasm, I determined not to come before she did. I was supposed to be the one in charge here.

  While rubbing her clit harder, she leaned closer. “Look into my eyes, Rue,” she said. There she was, sliding up and down on my cock, and she wouldn’t let me close my eyes or she’d stop.

  “Watch me while I come. This one’s for you.”

  With hardly a blink—well, maybe one or two—we came together. Again, I was reduced to mush. We came hard, and for me, this one lasted longer than the first.

  Our shudders subsided after a time and she lay her head on my chest. Finally, with strength seemingly restored, she arose, her bottom still hot and moist on my belly, causing renewed stirrings down below. Leaning in to place tender kisses on my lips, cheeks, and nose, she lingered as she nursed my lips again.

  “So, Rue, who did you say was in charge of this fuck?”

  Was she kidding me? Did she really have to rub salt in my wounded pride? I didn’t need to answer. She had made her point.

  “Look, why don’t you come with me to Paris? We could have a great time.”

  “It’s a mighty tempting offer, but don’t hold your breath. I have some shit to do.” I didn’t mention promising Mama I’d visit Granddaddy’s grave. Gallivanting to Paris to fuck my brains out wasn’t what Mama had in mind.

  Billie looked crushed. Christ, why did I have such a big mouth?

  She bolted, picked up my things in a messy bundle and handed them to me. Then she said, “Well, then, I enjoyed my Christmas present. Thanks for that. You can go now.”

  Fuck, fuck, and fuckity fuck. I dressed and left her cabin as fast as possible. What else could I do?

  I must have fallen asleep, because the morning alarm call startled the crap out of me. My neck was sore. After all I’d said and the way I’d behaved, I didn’t bother searching for Billie. I couldn’t face her after she fucked me like I’m some kind of novice. At least she’d be gone soon. I planned to keep out of her way until the all clear. Trouble was, I had grown fond of her. I missed her sass and, okay, her ass.

  I made it to the Normandy American Cemetery and Memorial in Colleville-sur-Mer, now a far cry from what it was like in 1944. I was in awe. Me, someone from shit-stomping country, who had never ventured farther than a stone’s throw from home, was actually standing on the same soil as the men who fought in WWII. Unbelievable! I strolled around in an utter daze, holding directions to my granddaddy’s grave in one hand and a bunch of flowers in the other. I’d never met him, but Mama shared her childhood memories often enough that it felt like I had.

  The enormity of the history in that place was so grave and disturbing, I was glad Mama wasn’t there to see it. Solemn sadness consumed me. I couldn’t begin to imagine what went through my family’s minds that day.

  I was as proud as Mama was that her fat
her had served his country, but the needless loss of human life put everything into perspective. Sure, there’d always be war, but on a more personal level, if I didn’t plan for my future now, when would I? Mama worried about me being alone after she was gone. I made her hush up every time she mentioned her mortality. I didn’t want to hear about it, and she knew that.

  I was so deep in thought, I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard my name. I ignored it, but the voice grew insistent and closer. I saw her when I turned. She had gained on me, all out of breath from the run. I couldn’t get away, but damn it to hell, there was no avoiding her now.

  “Rue. Rue wait. We need to talk.” She tried to take my hand, but I pulled away.

  “You are such a horse’s ass, trying to avoid me.”

  “I thought we were on the same page after I told you the score. Besides, you kicked me out, remember?” If I’d clenched my jaw any harder, my teeth would have broken. “Look, I have something I gotta do.”

  “Who are the flowers for?” She glanced at the rows and rows of white crosses. Her brown eyes softened enough to break my heart. We had one night. Yeah, it was a great night, but how could she have developed such compassion for me in such a short time? Caring too much, especially loving someone, meant loss was inevitable. Why risk it? I’d been doing fine on my own for thirty-five years. I didn’t need Billie or anyone else to tie me down.

  She tentatively placed her gloved hand on the sleeve of my jacket. I didn’t withdraw this time. “You have someone here, don’t you?” she asked.

  “Granddaddy is around here somewhere.” I looked off into the distance. The cemetery seemed to go on forever. There was a chill in the air and I couldn’t imagine how the sun could shine or the plants could flourish on such a bleak place. But the sun did shine and the trees were winter-barren, but majestic and strong, some of the lofty pear trees having lived for 300 years, so maybe there was hope.

  “Let me see the paper. We’ll find him together.”

  I handed her the directions and gripped the flowers tighter. It was easier to let her lead the way.