Holiday Stroll

 

You and I are sitting and relaxing at home. The TV is on and there are commercials for various holiday specials and deals. One ad shows a couple walking down the street and looking at holiday displays.

“We could do that.” You say to me.

“We could do what?” I respond.

“We could grab our jackets and walk around the neighborhood. This past week I’ve noticed more houses decorated for the holidays. We should look around, now that the sun is down.”

I glance at the window. It is dark outside, but the weather is clear and cool.

You stand up and extend your hand to me. “Besides, it’s been a while since we just walked together anywhere. Just strolling along without having to rush somewhere.”

I take your hand and stand up.

“Ok, I’m sold. We can walk around the neighborhood like we live in a Hallmark movie.” I say as I walk towards the door and grab my jacket from the hook.

You kiss me on the cheek and grab your jacket.

“What was that for?” I ask.

“You said, like in a Hallmark movie, so I wanted to give you a quick ‘rom-com’ kiss.”

We step outside and the weather is pleasant. The sky is dark except for the stars that are visible in the clear air.

I take your hand as we stroll down the street. We look at houses that have lights around the windows, and others that have inflatable characters on their lawns. A few have lights in trees. I grip your hand tighter and you lean you head on my shoulder.

“We should do this more often.” You say as we reach the end of our street.

“Shall we go down the next street and see what they decorations they have?”

“Sure” you say as you squeeze my hand.

Both of us gasp as we see projectors, lights, and inflatables that we hadn’t seen before.

“Let’s get some photos.: You say as you pull your cellphone from your pocket. I take out mine too. We both take photos of the displays from different angles.

We do this for houses on both sides of the street.

When we get to the end of the street, we stop and you take a panoramic shot of the houses visible from there.

“Let me see, what you shot.” I say as I hand you my phone. We both scroll through the photos. “You take such beautiful photos.”

“Thanks…. Oh. I must have scrolled too far. I didn’t know you kept that on your phone.” You say, as you hand it back. The photo is a close up of your pussy.

One I took when we were having fun months ago.

“Your pussy always looks so pretty to me. I enjoy looking at it when you aren’t around.”

“Really. Have other people seen it?”

I feel like I am in trouble now. “No, I don’t think so. I don’t show people the photos on my phone.”

You quickly look around, and gently push me back into a darkened area by a bush and a fence. “Pull out your dick. I want to take a photo of it. I want one on my phone. Fair is fair.” You say with a wicked tone to your voice.

I look around nervously and undo my fly. I pull it out. The air is cold on it.

“Awww, it looks small and cold. I don’t want a photo of that.” You say as squat down in front of me and start stroking it. If feels soft and floppy in your hand. “No this won’t do at all.” You say and then you put it in your mouth.

You feel it soft and warm in your mouth as you suck it. You grab the base and squeeze. You pull it from your mouth and stroke it as it hardens for you.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask.

“Then you better get hard for me so I can take the photo.” You playfully say. “Mmmm, I love your flavor.” You say as you lick the hardening shaft, then suck the tip.

“That’s better.” You take your phone and take a couple of photos. You then grip it hard. “I want you to take a photo of me sucking you. I want you to know your cock is mine to use.”

I take my phone, and snap a couple of photos. One of you with it all the way in your mouth and the other with you looking up as you suck me.

We hear a car drive by. “I think we should finish this back home.” I say.

“Give me just another minute.” You say as you stroke me faster and grip my balls. “I said I enjoy your flavor. I want you to cum in my mouth.” You suck me harder.

You enjoy the feeling of the spongy tip in your mouth and ridge pushing down your tongue as you take it deeper.

I put my phone in my pocket and put my hands on your head. You grab my rear as you move your head up and down on my hard cock. I moan in pleasure.

My cock feels slick with saliva and pre-cum. You can taste my acrid but sweet flavor.

You back up and open your mouth. “Stroke it and cum in my mouth.” You say.

I do, in only a few strokes I shoot strands of cum onto your open mouth and chin. I keep stroking until it stops and dribbles on my hand. You suck the tip, then stand up and kiss me. I can taste myself on your lips, as I put my dick away and do up my fly.

“When we get home, you can return the favor. But no photos this time. Unless I take them.” We walk back to the house.

After a while, as you clasp my hand as you say, “Yes, I like these evening strolls. I think we should do this more often.”

I give you a side hug, “Yes, my dear, I think we should.”

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