Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house -- aside from my wife, my son's girlfriend and I, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the stockings were hung by the chimney with care. Christmas music played filling the dimly lit sitting room.
My son's eighteen year old girlfriend Abby was on her second drink, and sat on the couch waiting for him to return from his work's party. She was still in her gym clothes as she was unable to shower as my wife Sharon was in the bath.
The dyed blond hair nymph more or less lived with us and I liked having the young filly around the house. I fantasised about her while fucking my wife, but I would never try anything with Abby even though she flirted with me. I was sure she purposely rubbed past me and gave me glimpses of the little body when she got out of the shower. She'd also walked around scantily dressed. I had to admit though I wank over her dirty stained panties and socks that were in the laundry room.
I took a glass of wine to my wife upstairs, ogling her buoyant breast in the bubble bath. On the way back downstairs, bottle in hand I walked past Abby's tiny size six white pumps, I gave a smile, as I had wanked over them when no one was home, along with her strappy shoes.
Returning to the sitting room Christmas lights twinkled and the fire glowed. I was instantly aroused by the smell of Abby's lingering perfume mixed with her sweet sweat. Surprisingly, her burgundy yoga pants clad legs were stretched across the couch and she leaned on the arm of the chair. The young girl took off her white socks, and flexed her glittering red pedicured toes and picked up her empty glass from the table next to the decorated fireplace.
My cock stirred as I made a mental note to wank over those sweaty socks later given the chance.
"Dave texted," she sighed, "he's going to be another hour, I should think two knowing him and three by the time he gets a taxi home," she explained with a pouty huff, adjusting her ponytail hair.
I went to pour her another large glass of wine, my lazy bulge accidentally rubbed against her feet as I filled her glass. The five foot four fire cracker gave me a deep dimpled smile, her eyes glittering in the glowing Christmas tree lights.
I'd love to fill those dimples with my man muck, I thought, with the wine going to my head. I glanced over her burgundy skin, tight athletic leggings and tight top showing her toned stomach, I love to fill her belly button with my spunk too, I mused, putting the bottle down on the table at the end of the couch.
Abby stretched, reaching forward and with her red manicured nails rubbed across my cock! I gasped with disbelief and was sure it wasn't an accident!
"I love this Christmas song," she slurred, before taking a large gulp of wine. "Top my glass up, and rub my feet please," she asked dripping a little wine on her tight white cropped t-shirt, "They're sore after the gym and Dave isn't here to do it. "
Even with my busty raven hair tanned wife up stairs I didn't hesitate and I did as I was told. She lifted her legs up so I could sit down and she rested her feet on my jeans my cock aching to escape. I rubbed her feet, purposely pushing them into my crotch.
"You wanna fuck those feet, don't you? You dirty old pervert?" she grinned, feeling my cock hardening on her soles. "Pull that cock out! Let's have a look." she beamed, using her feet to knead my cock and balls like bread dough. "No one will know," she reassured. "Ever since I saw you fucking Sharon from behind I've always thought about you, I can't wait for you to be my father-in-law..."
