Little fir tree, light up bright!
... The New Year's table was groaning with food. The only thing missing was the Christmas tree, which the guys had promised to get at all costs. The girls bustled around the table, primping, decorating the room with tinsel.
Rita sat on the kitchen windowsill, smoking thoughtfully. The pre-holiday bustle didn't touch her. She considered herself above all these "chicken-like" preparations. Salads, jellied meat, duck with apples... Ugh, how petty and vulgar!..
Finally, the guys appeared. Instead of a luxurious beauty of a fir tree, they brought some pitiful, dreary branches into the hallway. The girls looked disappointed. The mood was hopelessly spoiled.
— Well, why the long faces, folks?
— Rita asked cheerfully. — Want a Christmas tree? You'll get your tree! — With these words, she threw on a light, almost weightless fur coat and, before anyone could react, ran out into the street.She had absolutely no idea where she would find a Christmas tree a few hours before New Year's, but it was too late to back out. Rita stepped onto the sidewalk and raised her hand. Cars sped past one after another, not stopping—everyone was hurrying home, to warmth, to set tables. And then, suddenly, snow began to fall heavily. Beautiful large flakes swirled in the air, settling heavily on the trees and the sidewalk where Rita was freezing. The snow covered her hair and shoulders, blinded her eyes, and it seemed that in this snowy whirlwind, the remnants of her resolve would now freeze forever...
Suddenly, brakes screeched nearby. Rita flinched. The car braked, almost hitting her. The door swung open. Without a word, Rita quickly dove into the warm interior of the SUV and slammed the door. For a while, she sat staring straight ahead, huddling in her fur coat and trying to warm her fingers, numb from the cold. The car smoothly pulled away. Only then did Ritulya look at the driver.
The guy looked a little older than Rita. An intelligent, strong-willed face, laughing eyes. He looked at the road without turning to Rita.
— Where are we going? — she asked in a slightly hoarse voice.
— That's what I should ask you! — the guy smiled, and Rita's heart skipped a beat—he had such a charming smile!
— Oh, right! — Rita smiled back. — We're going to the forest. For a Christmas tree!
— To the forest? Now?! — the guy was genuinely amazed. — And what are you going to chop it down with?
The question was so unexpected that Rita was taken aback. Indeed, she hadn't even thought about an axe! Thoughts raced feverishly in her head.
— You know... I didn't really think about it... — Rita was ready to give up on her idea.
— Well, to the forest it is then! — the guy suddenly agreed and, turning the car around, drove off the highway onto some deserted concrete road.
Generally, Rita was not a timid person, but now she got scared. It was obvious there was nothing to chop the tree with. So why go to the forest? Stories about maniacs taking their victims out of town and burying them in the forest immediately flashed through her mind... As if guessing what she was thinking, the guy smiled his disarming smile again and said:
— I think I have an axe in the trunk. For your little tree, of course!..
I need to show him I'm not afraid, Rita thought and decided to act relaxed. She took out cigarettes and a lighter. Lighting up, she exhaled a stream of smoke with relish.
— Please don't smoke in the car! — the driver asked.
Rita was indignant:
— In that case, stop the car! I'll get out! — In her anger, she didn't notice she had switched to the informal "you." The guy obediently slowed down. Ritulya proudly got out, slamming the door again. The car immediately drove off. Rita was seriously frightened.
— Stop! Stop! — she shouted and, throwing the cigarette into the snow, ran after the car...
When she caught up, her half-boots were full of snow. She plopped onto the seat and said petulantly:
— Well, great! My feet are wet! Now I'll get sick because of you!... — Rita began energetically pulling off her thoroughly soaked shoes from her shapely legs.
— Take off your socks too. And put your feet closer to the heater. We're actually here. I'll be right back.
He nimbly jumped out of the car, opened the trunk, rummaged around for a minute—and disappeared into the darkness. Rita warmed her wet feet and peered anxiously into the deep blackness of the forest. She didn't even know the guy's name. Documents! She could look!... Hesitating a little, she still took them out. Now she at least knew the name of this amazing man who had gone into the forest at night to fulfill her whim! Andrey. That was his name.
She barely had time to put the documents back when she saw the approaching light of a flashlight. It was Andrey. In the headlights' glow, he showed Rita a fluffy beauty of a fir tree.
Amazing, Rita noted to herself, — how quickly, just a few minutes!..
Meanwhile, Andrey deftly "swaddled" and packed the little tree.
— Well, that's it!... We can go! — he took off his gloves and rubbed his cold hands.
At the thought that he would now take her back and they might never see each other again, Rita almost burst into tears!..
— Here! Warm your hands! — she lifted her foot and placed her hot sole on his knee. He looked intently at the girl's face. She smiled silently, looking at him invitingly.
— My name is Andrey. And yours? — he asked, placing his palms on the warm toes of her foot.
— Margarita! — she wiggled her toes under his cool palms, moving closer to his groin.
— You're so sexy, Margo! — his fingers slid along her leg, caressed her knee, stroked her sole... Ritulya lifted and placed her other foot on his leg. Andrey reclined the seats. The interior immediately became more spacious. Rita leaned back, easily shedding her fur coat and remaining in a short top and the thinnest leggings, under which was only a string of a thong.
Andrey deftly and quickly undressed, remaining only in his briefs. He lay down beside her and embraced the girl. She responded hotly to his kisses, while he felt her breasts, caressed her stomach, back, and butt. Responding to his caresses, Rita slid her hand down to his lower abdomen and suddenly felt an extraordinarily large penis under her fingers. Imagining how this huge organ entered her tender little vagina, its head pressing right against her uterus, how the walls of her vagina expanded and her labia minora stretched to the limit, the girl got scared. Her hand froze...
As if guessing her thoughts, the guy lay on his back and with a quick movement flipped Rita over himself "jack-style." Now his enormous sexual organ protruded from his briefs literally a few centimeters from Rita's face.
— Kiss it, Margo! — Andrey asked in a voice slightly breaking with desire, smoothly pulling off her leggings and thong.
Ritulya freed his penis and, as if enchanted, stared at it for a few seconds. At that moment, Andrey spread her labia with his fingers and ran his tongue from her clitoris to her anus and back. The sensation was so pleasant that Rita moaned softly and licked the head of his penis. Then, grasping the shaft and testicles with her hands, she began to run her tongue over the delicate skin around the head. The guy plunged his tongue deep into her vagina and, reaching his hands to the girl's breasts, gently tugged at her nipples. Ritochka had never experienced such bliss! She tried to take the penis as deep into her mouth as possible and quickly worked her tongue. She felt like she would lose consciousness from pleasure right now!..
Now Andrey's tongue softly but confidently explored the girl's tense clitoris! She moaned sweetly and with pleasure, smacking her lips, sucked the rock-hard penis. Her fingers wandered over his perineum. Finding the hole of his anus, Ritulya inserted her index finger there. Andrey liked this, he spread his legs wider, yielding to the girl's finger.
Finally, her arousal reached its limit! She could no longer suck, was breathing heavily, and only barely touched the tip of her tongue to the head of the penis. Lubricant was abundantly secreted from her vagina, flooding Andrey's face, but he didn't stop, continuing to caress the girl's clitoris with his tongue. Suddenly, her whole body trembled, she cried out, pressed her pussy tightly against the guy's face, and waves of orgasm carried her to seventh heaven...
Carefully freeing his face from the sweet captivity, the guy said:
— Did you come, my girl? Sit on my little one, don't be afraid!
Rita slowly, as if in a dream, turned over and, spreading her legs wide, with a light sigh, lowered herself onto the enormous head. To her surprise, the penis slid in as if greased and immediately to its full depth! Andrey grasped the girl's buttocks with his hands and with confident movements began to guide them up and down, impaling Ritochka on his regal member like a "grill" chicken on a spit. She suddenly felt that her wonderful orgasm was continuing! The muscles of her vagina contracted with renewed force! A cry, more like a howl, burst from her chest! Andrey's movements accelerated; it was clear he was on the verge of orgasm... Suddenly, he easily lifted Ritochka off his penis and asked:
— Take it in your mouth! I want to come!..
She deeply inserted the penis into her mouth and immediately felt a hot stream of semen pour down her throat...
... An hour later, she was back in her friends' city apartment. Again, she sat thoughtfully smoking on the kitchen windowsill. A decorated, fluffy beauty of a Christmas tree proudly towered in the middle of the main room, creating an atmosphere of holiday and coziness.
Only a few minutes remained until the New Year. Rita couldn't think of anything except her amazing adventure, and a bitter wave of resentment rose in her throat! Was that really all?! Would they really never see each other again?... She had whispered her mobile number to him when saying goodbye!..
She was called into the room. Champagne was already being poured into glasses. Taking her glass in hand, closing her eyes, to the chimes of the Kremlin clock, Rita made a wish... Drinking it all in big gulps, she opened her eyes. Tears stood in them. Perhaps for the first time in her life...
Suddenly, her phone, lying on the table, came to life:
— Margo? It's me, Andrey. Happy New Year, my girl! I want you again!...
Rita's eyes filled with happiness and joy! The first minutes of the New Year were passing...
Author's e-mail: аrgеntumfish@rаmblеr.ru