Dear Evan,
Well, normally at this time of year I'd send you a Christmas card, but this
year I decided to write you a letter instead and tell you about something
that happened to me last week. I know you like to hear about when I have sex
with other men, so I thought I'd tell you about the man from the tree farm.
We hadn't bought a Christmas tree for the apartment yet, and all the girls
were too busy with shopping and getting ready to travel for the holiday and
all those seasonal preparations, so I ended up being the one to go to pick
out the tree. Because I was busy, too, I didn't get to the tree farm until
right before they were closing. I was the only customer there that late,
and it was getting dark, but the man who was cutting trees down offered to
take me out in his truck through the farm to pick out a tree even though we
wouldn't finish until after dark.
Even if I didn't really need to select a tree that night, I would have gone
anywhere with him in a truck. He was tall and extremely muscular, with brown
hair and dark blue eyes that glistened against the glare of the snow. He
was shining with sweat from the hard work of cutting and carrying trees all
day, and when I brushed near him getting into the truck he smelled sexily
like musk and pine needles and the scent of outdoor air.
We drove around in the truck for half an hour looking for trees. It got
dark, really dark like it always does on winter nights, so he got a
spotlight out from the back of the truck and started shining it on trees he
thought I would like. He was a perfect gentleman, and we joked and laughed
the whole time. Finally, we saw a tree I thought was probably the perfect
one. We got out of the truck with a flashlight and went to check out the
tree. I was walking ahead, and I noticed he wasn't right behind me. When I
turned around, he was staring at me with those piercing blue eyes, and I
knew immediately what he wanted. I wanted it too—had since I first brushed
against him getting into the truck.
"Wait a minute," he said. Then he went to the truck and got the spotlight.
He mounted it on the truck and shone it on the spot of ground in front of
the tree. As I stood there, he walked to me, taking his shirt off as he
came until he was about five feet in front of me and completely shirtless.
I was getting aroused just watching his taut muscular chest ripple as he
walked. Before he had even reached me, I had lifted my sweater over my head
and felt my breasts respond to the cold of the winter night and the light
snow that was blowing in the air. Before I could catch my breath, his arms
were around me and his mouth was pushing on mine, bruising my full lips with
their pressure. "We'll need to move quickly to keep each other warm," he
whispered in my ear as he pulled me into him and ran his free hand through
my long, tangled hair.
He lifted me up off the ground and removed my shoes and jeans, throwing them
into the boughs of the tree. All the while he was kissing my mouth and neck
with his powerful lips. Then he dropped his pants to his ankles and I
squirmed around, wrapping my legs around him as he held me up. I pulled
back for a moment and looked into his face. The light snow was whipping
around, and he was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. As I
was staring into his eyes, he slid himself into me, and I threw my head back
in sudden ecstasy. As he held me up in his powerful arms, rocking in and
out of me in the middle of the circle of light in the nighttime snow, I had
the most powerful orgasms of my life. I opened my mouth and let the
snowflakes fall onto my tongue. I felt his hands grabbing my ass and his
cock creating a spot of burning heat in the middle of the white, cold snow.
When we were finished, he held me above the snow while I wiggled back into
my jeans and shoes, all the time breathing deeply to enjoy the scent of the
winter night and of him. He put me down, grabbed my chin and gave me one
more deep kiss. Then, with his shirt still off, he took the chainsaw and cut
down the tree. Watching this muscular, shirtless man who had just taken me
to new erotic heights cut down my tree while the snowflakes melted on his
back made me want to make love to him all over again, but I could tell it
wouldn't happen.
He loaded the tree into the back of the truck and then picked me up, carried
me to the truck and put me in the passenger seat. He put his shirt back on
before he got into the truck and then took me back to the entrance and tied
the tree to my car. Before I got in the car to leave, he came very near to
me, ran his hands all the way down the sides of my body and around the curve
of my ass, and said to me, "Make sure you come back next year, and make sure
you come late again."
It's been a merry Christmas season for me, and every time I look at that
tree, I get just a little wet thinking about my snowflake fantasy lover.
Love,
Mary Kate
