Holiday Sexpresso (Ariel Piper Fawn)

[Gianni Shamari]

It was a crisp Christmas Eve night, and the city sparkled like a jewel under a blanket of stars. Maré glided down Fifth Avenue in his eye-catching neon red Lamborghini Huracan, the engine roaring with a playful ferocity as Mary J. Blige's velvety voice filled the car with her A Mary Christmas album, the jubilant sounds coalesced with the joyous atmosphere that enveloped him. The iconic Empire State Building stood tall, draped in festive red and green lights that twinkled like holiday magic upon the slick, glistening pavement.

He reached for his smartphone, his fingers flying over the screen as his heart raced excitedly. After dialing, he said, “What’s up? Happy Holidays!” His voice was bright, infused with the thrill of the night.

“Happy Holidays, baby!” Ariel’s voice chimed back, full of warmth. “Are you still coming down to see me?”

“Yes! I’ll be at the Red Café in about thirty minutes. That’s in Astor Place, right?” He asked, glancing at the city lights that whizzed past.

“Yep, right on the corner! I’m just closing up, but I’ll leave the door unlocked so you can slip right in,” Ariel assured, her cheer sparkling through the phone.

“Perfect! I’ll see you soon—peace!” he replied, a grin on his face.

Twenty-five minutes later, Maré stepped into the Red Café, and a wave of warmth rushed over him, wrapping him in comfort. The rich scent of freshly ground espresso filled the air, mingled with a hint of peppermint from the holiday drinks, pulling him deeper into the café’s inviting embrace. His eyes immediately found Ariel Piper Fawn standing by the door, her long red hair gleaming under the soft lights and a steaming mug cradled in her hands. The colorized I Love Lucy Christmas Special unfolded on the big flat-screen TV, its infectious laughter spilling into the air.

“Hi, Maré! I’m so glad you made it,” she exclaimed, her face lit with a bright smile that made his heart race.

“Happy Holidays!” Maré said, leaning in to plant a light kiss on her cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from her. “I adore this place! It’s so festive. The decorations are perfect.”

He admired the twinkling fairy lights strung along the walls and the cozy garlands that adorned each table.

“Thanks! I love this time of year,” Ariel replied, her eyes sparkling joyfully. “I’m watching the I Love Lucy Christmas Special. Can you believe I missed it when it aired on Friday? Luckily, my friend recorded it for me."

“If they’d aired I Love Lucy in color back in the Eighties, I would have been a fan,” Maré chuckled, sinking into a plush chair. “It’s like a treat for long-time fans to watch it like this for the first time. I bet a new generation will fall in love with Lucy and Ricky.”

As Lucy's beloved antics unfolded on the screen, the café filled with warmth and laughter. Maré felt the holiday spirit wrapping around him like a cherished blanket, the connection between him and Ariel igniting a comforting glow that mingled with the festive atmosphere, making the night feel exceptional.

“You’re right,” Ariel said, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she locked the door with a soft click. “What’s the name of that captivating cologne you’re wearing? It’s intoxicating.”

“Gold Jay-Z,” Maré replied, a smile breaking across his face.

Ariel laughed, the sound light and musical, and said, “I like it. It’s bold and warm.”

“Thanks!” Maré beamed, feeling a rush of warmth at her compliment.

He peeled off his coat, the fabric rustling softly, and sank into the armchair, its plush cushions cradling him comfortably. His gaze drifted to the windows, where a vibrant tableau of Christmas designs came alive: snowflakes twinkled like diamonds, and shimmering decorations danced in the glow of the twinkling lights. Rudolph’s red nose glowed warmly, while Frosty the Snowman looked almost lifelike, his carrot nose proudly displayed amidst the frosty scene.

A few moments later, Ariel returned to the table with a rich, aromatic espresso. The steam curled upwards, carrying the heavenly scent of roasted coffee.

“Enjoy,” she said, her tone laced with a genuine warmth as she set the cup in front of him.

“Thank you, love. It smells divine,” Maré replied, closing his eyes for a brief moment to savor the fragrance. “How was your day?”

“It was quiet,” Ariel replied, the corners of her mouth curling as she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I spent most of it watching TV, going through emails, and chatting with Misty Stone. I’ll be partying with her for New Year’s in LA.”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement at the upcoming celebration, and her enthusiasm was contagious, wrapping around Maré like a warm blanket.

“I know Misty Stone; she’s a cool girl!” Maré continued. “She chilled with me out here a few times. Oh, I love her ass! She’s also tasty.”

“You’re too much.” Ariel laughed. “I love her too. I cannot wait to see her. I know you like wearing Air Jordans, so I got you the ‘Bred’ Air Jordan 1 for Christmas.”

“Wow, thanks! I appreciate it.” Maré said after hugging her. “I’m glad you didn’t say the ‘Gamma Blue’ because I’m wearing it now.”

“I know you have them already,” Ariel continued. “I saw the news coverage of the Stockton mall brawl over those ‘Gamma Blue’ Air Jordan 11 sneakers. People are crazy for them!”

“People need to get their priorities straight. I never camped out or waited in lines for a pair of Air Jordans. I always got them in advance. These Jordans are all old designs, making these frenzy people look stupid!” Maré fished in his pocket and gave Ariel $600. “Well, I know it’s not much, but Merry Christmas.”

“You know I take money in place of a Christmas gift.” Ariel jested.

They talked about nothing in particular for almost an hour. While other topics came up, the subject eventually drifted to dating. Maré always enjoyed listening to women talk about their dates.

“What do you think of a first date?” Maré asked.

“I think the first date should be fun and flirty!” Ariel said. “You should plan a great date. I’m one of those girls who want to have fun.”

“What is your rule about paying on a first date?” Maré smiled. “Do you think women should pay?”

“Hell no! Women should never pay unless they are in a monogamous, committed relationship. Let the man lead financially.”

Maré chuckled. “I’m not mad at that. Okay, what about oral sex and handjobs?”

“I think a man eating my pussy is fine on the first date!” Ariel said as she licked her lips. “I’m not giving him head. It is a one-sided deal, baby. No handjobs either. The man’s dick is off limits.”

“What type of men do you like?” Maré wondered.

“I like a man who knows how to make me laugh,” Ariel smiled. “If he makes me laugh, I’ll love him! Laughter is so important in life that if you can’t just let go and laugh, what good is it? Don’t be corny; be funny, and I will be yours.”

“I can make you laugh with my mouth, tongue, and fingers!” Maré responded with a wink.

“Do you think you can handle a fiery redhead like me?” Ariel asked, biting her lip.

“Surely,” Maré answered. “I love redheads as flaming hot as you!”

Ariel confirmed his thoughts. Maré knew Ariel wanted him as badly as he wanted her. They were sexually avid for each other and had the café to themselves. Ariel leaned over, and they locked their lips in a deep kiss. As their tongues tussled, Maré relished the espresso taste on her tongue.

When they broke their oral bond, Ariel stood up. She lifted her sweater and bra over her head. Her bare boobs looked succulent and round. Then she pulled down her pants, exposing her bald and clean pussy. Maré’s pulse raced, and he felt himself becoming aroused. He wanted her now. Ariel walked to the corner of the café smilingly, then ushered Maré to join her.

The streetlights and Christmas decorations gave them enough brightness to perceive the erotic demo. Maré removed his clothes and walked toward the corner. Ariel stood there, rubbing her pussy. Maré fixed his eyes and ogled her, strolling to her. Then he captured her full lips and kissed her hard, squeezing her supple tits.

“Mmmmm,” Ariel moaned in his ear.

Maré pinched her erect pink nipples. Then he took his time licking her juicy tits and relishing the feel of her throbbing nipples on his tongue. Maré’s hands moved down to her ass, and he gently squeezed her soft voluptuous ass cheeks. Ariel sighed passionately. Maré loved how her tits pressed against his chest. Surprisingly, Ariel took Maré’s hand so he could massage her pussy. It was wet as she spread her legs wider to let Maré touch her teasingly.

“I want a taste of your honey, baby girl,” Maré spoke gently.

Ariel laughed as she let Maré lift her by her buttocks and then settle her down on the cool red table. Then he knelt, stooping between her open legs. Her wet pussy glistened in the dim Christmas lights. Maré brushed his nose against her clit and inhaled her feminine essence. The pheromones were intoxicating to his olfactory nerves. Maré began to devour her pussy, lapping it up and down. Ariel reclined as she convulsed and screamed.

“Yes, eat that pussy, Maré!” Ariel trilled.

Maré sucked on Ariel’s clitoris and penetrated her pussy with his tongue. Then Maré moved his hands up to play with her tits. Sensing her impulsive response, Maré knew she was enjoying the sensation. He became adventurous and stuck his pinkie in her anus, which drove Ariel over the edge. She shrieked, lifted her ass off the table, and pulled Maré’s face close. His nose rubbed against her pussy, and Maré knew she was getting close to cumming.

“I want you to cum on my face, baby!” Maré told her as he fortified his attention on her throbbing clit, teasing it with his tongue and fingering her pussy. “I want to swallow your juices!”

Ariel trembled violently and declared, “I’m cumming!”

She climaxed all over Maré’s face, which felt like an eternity, as she covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from screaming. As she reached her resolution, Ariel wanted to taste her juices in his mouth. She licked Maré’s wet lips and tongue and cleaned them like a greedy cat. As if they were projecting thoughts, Ariel lowered and took Maré in her warm mouth. He moaned softly as she started licking up and down his dick like a candy cane. Then she inserted her tongue into the tiny opening and swirled around the head of his dick. When she deep-throated Maré while cupping his balls, he curbed an urge to erupt on her face.

Maré lay on the table and inserted his stiff prick into Ariel’s lubed pussy. It churned around his dick, receiving it without any objection as she hollered. Maré built the tempo and had Ariel’s tits bouncing around. Ariel quivered with each thrust and shrieked his name.

“Oh, Maré, give me that fucking monster cock!” Ariel shouted. “Fuck my pussy hard! Fuck me!”

Maré began smashing her pussy faster and harder. Ariel flexed her fingers on his back as her porcelain white skin contrasted strongly with Maré’s brown skin. Ariel’s eyes rolled in the back of her head.

Getting up to the edge, Maré groaned, “I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, cum, Daddy!” Ariel cried out.

Maré pulled out and pumped hot cum on her sexy body. Ariel gazed at him with a satisfied look as she rubbed the cum on her tits. What an incredibly erotic sight it was! Maré snuggled beside her, and they French kissed. They used hand-sanitizing wipes to freshen up as they sat at the table and dressed.

“That was amazing!” Maré remarked.

“Yes, it was!” Ariel replied excitedly. “It has been a fantasy of mine to have sex in this café.”

“And your fantasy came true at last.” Maré quipped. “It was a wild thing, fucking here while people walked past without realizing what was happening behind the decorations. Ha! Come on, let me drive you home.”

“What are your resolutions for 2014?” Ariel asked.

“I resolve to continue speaking English, kiss French, drive German, dress Italian, spend Arab, and party Caribbean,” Maré answered confidently.

Then they hugged each other and left the Red Café laughing.

Merry Christmas!

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