This is not just a holiday story, but rather a tale of two newly weds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series, but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy!
"Well, what do you think?" he asked while spinning around and modeling the hunter green sweater I'd given him. We'd just finished half a bottle of wine between us and we were both feeling pretty giddy.
"Very nice. Seems to fit well," I said giggling. He spun around with hands on his hips, modeling like a professional. "But I think if you wear it in public, you'd want to wear pants." His naked ass and half hard cock were clearly on display just below the sweater. Ever since the beginning of this new holiday ritual, Geoffrey stayed at least half hard all the time and as the days went by, I was more and more enamored by this tradition.
"Okay, let's clean up some and then you can open your real present," I said with a wink. Geoffrey helped pick up wrapping, and ran upstairs to change into boxer briefs and silk pajama tops and bottoms. I was wearing the beautiful skimpy robe he'd gotten me last night, with little matching pink panties and fuzzy pink socks. The socks didn't really go with the outfit but my feet were cold.
Geoffrey came bounding down the stairs like an excited little kid and stood in front of me dancing anxiously back and forth on his feet. It was cute to see him so enthusiastic and impatient. I had him sit on the couch while I went to get the present.
I walked over to him and sat in his lap, handing him a little box. He took the box in his hand, shook it and heard something rattling around inside. Geoffrey looked around, figuring there must be more to the present than this. He searched my eyes asking without words, is this it?
"Just open it, silly," I laughed. Ripping off the bright paper quickly, he pulled out a little box and quickly opened it. He just sat there, slightly stunned, looking at the contents.
"What's this?" he said, obviously confused.
"You can't tell what it is?" I replied, being coy.
"Yeah, Rach...it's a dreidel. I don't get it," Geoffrey said, sounding a little disappointed. He held the box up to me, as though I didn't know exactly what the contents were, and waited for an explanation. Inside the box was a simple green wooden dreidel, the kind any Jewish households with children has a zillion of lying around at Hanukkah.
"I don't know, honey. I just thought it might be fun," I said. Teasing him was so entertaining. He pulled it out of the box, held it up to inspect it closely, looking for something about it that could possibly be considered sexy. No, it was just a standard dreidel, with four sides, each with a Hebrew letter, Nun, Gimel, Hey and Shin.
He looked into my eyes and I couldn't continue with a straight face. I took the dreidel from his hand and pointed into the box. "In case you've forgotten how to play, I put the instructions in there too."
Geoffrey rolled his eyes, muttering to himself, "How am I going to forget how to play? I played dreidel every single year with my sisters." He pulled from the box the folded paper I'd printed from the computer and I snickered out loud when I saw his eyes widen. The paper inside said:
Strip Dreidel - Instructions Nun - Nothing happens, pass to next player Gimel - Player gets one sexual favor of his choice Hey - Player chooses one article of clothing to take off opponent Shin - Player must take off one article of clothing
Geoffrey beamed and kissed me hard. "I love it," he said. Running to the kitchen, he grabbed the rest of the bottle of wine and our glasses and brought them to the dining room table. He turned out all the lights other than the kitchen light and the glow of the menorah candles and sat down opposite me at the table.
Holding the dreidel in his hand, he asked, "Who goes first?" I smiled and took a long sip of wine, watching as he excitedly spun. We both held our breath in anticipation as it finally came to rest on Hey. Good start for him. He chose for me to take off the socks, while promising to warm me up if I got cold.
We took turns, slowly losing articles of clothing. I was anything but cold as I sat nearly naked and asked Geoffrey for the sexual favor of a long passionate kiss. He made a big production of pulling me out of the chair and into his arms, pressing his lips to mine. My knees became weak when he snaked his warm tongue into my mouth, sensuously caressing the insides of my lips. He pulled away from the kiss and I was left somewhat breathless and very turned on as he grinned and turned back to his seat. I sat down slightly stunned, vaguely remembering that this was part of the game.
We both sipped wine, feeling more and more giddy with the heady combination of alcohol and sexual energy. We played leisurely, laughing between longing glances, and I felt my insides flutter with anticipation of how the game would proceed. Geoffrey took great delight in removing my last article of clothing, my little pink panties, as he made me stand in front of him and took them off deliciously slowly. He ran his hands gently over my hips and bottom and it was then I realized how wet my pussy had become.
Sitting bare and feeling a warm glow emanating from my middle, I spun the top. Squealing with delight at my good fortune - the dreidel landed on gimel, a sexual favor for me - I requested that Geoffrey lick my sensitive nipples. He grinned at the request, and gently directed me over to straddle his thighs. With his hands on the small of my back he pulled me closer, the tip of his tongue brushing lightly at first over alternating nipples. So expert was he at taunting my nipples that I felt my wetness begin to leak a little against his boxer briefs. As his lips closed over my left nipple, I began grinding my hips against his lap, cursing my fortune and wishing I were grinding directly on his naked cock.
