Mr. Xmas and I agreed to meet at a bar famous for its holiday lights to share a festive drink together. It was a cold, clear winter day in NYC, a few days after SantaCon. Mrs. Claus dressed hot this year. I purchased a sequined Halston jumpsuit with a deep plunging v-neck that I'd been meaning to wear. I paired it with sequined heels, a silver Santa hat, and hoop earrings. As I left for our meet-up, my husband said my ass looked incredible.

I felt hot as I walked up to the bar to meet Mr. Xmas, who was not dressed like Santa, but he wore a festive tie depicting a Santa driving home a freshly-cut tree in a vintage truck. Its bold color looked great with his two-button navy blazer and flat front khaki slacks. Tall and thin, Mr. Xmas was classically handsome, and his sense of humor had shown through conversations. Our online banter flowed, was funny, and he avoided turn-offs -- machismo and baroque power plays. He didn't want to degrade me, and he understood that me wanting to suck other men's dicks didn't mean anything was wrong with my relationship. He didn’t pry into my personal life.

“Happy holidays," I said, recognizing him from his pictures online.

“Merry Christmas," he said, handing me a small gift. He pulled out my seat, and we talked for a bit. The bar’s lights made my outfit shimmer, and Mr. Xmas couldn't avert his eyes from my cleavage. I inched closer to him the more comfortable we became, first touching his leg. He must have been a little surprised, because he let out a little chuckle. I took that as a sign and gently tracing the outline of his cock with my finger. I moved my hand away. He asked what I thought. I said that I was taking my time. I wouldn’t jump to any conclusions.

Throughout our drink, my hands continued returning to his lap. I progressively added more fingers and movements, eventually massaging his cock through his pants. When my hand was on Mr. Xmas’s cock, he put his hand on top and told me to keep my hand there. He asked me if I wanted another drink, and I said no. I wanted to see his cock in person.

We left the bar, walking towards his office in FiDi. We flirted as we walked, playfully bumping into each other. A few nudges and bumps later, he grabbed me, nestled me into his arm, and put his hands on my ass, which he proclaimed felt great. His hand began squeezing my cheeks. We made it two blocks when he held me against a wall. His hands felt strong, as he grabbed my face and started making out with me. His tongue and hands aggressively looked for something. While his hands tightly squeezed my ass, I moaned, returning his kisses. He said he liked my moans. After a few minutes of this public display, he began touching my pussy, which not only elicited more moans, but he remarked that my pussy was wet through my jumpsuit. He grabbed my hands and put them on his cock. Mr. Xmas instructed me to put my hands in his pants. I did, and began jerking him off slowly with two hands while we continued making out on a public street.

His dick was different from my husband’s. Not as long, but thick. The head was gigantic, like a racquetball. In the dark, I could see his cock head's pale skin protruding from the waist of his pants. I had yet to see his whole cock, but the veins promised an exciting reveal. I broke it off, saying let's go up to his office, making him chase me a little on the street. We stopped several times to makeout and to rub his cock. Before we made it upstairs, he whispered in my ear that he was leaking. I shoved my hands back into his pants and rubbed the precum on the head of his dick ever so gently. I did not want him to cum yet.

As we passed security, in the elevator bank, we began kissing again, and this time I more aggressively fondled his hard cock both above and inside his pants. I was getting excited as he continued caressing my ass. Once on his floor, we made it to his office. No one seemed to be at work, but with the office's solid oak door and frosted glass, nothing would be seen. Mr Xmas sat on his chair and rolled it back. Before I got under the desk, I realized he had a surprise for me. He pressed a button and Christmas lights, wrapped around his desk, turned on. He plunged his cold hands into my v-neck and began playing with my tits. He pinched my already-hard nipples, squeezing my nipple rings and sending sensations down my body, sensations that made me even wetter. I loved when strangers played with my nipples. I slipped the straps off my jumpsuit, kneeling before him topless under his desk. I unzipped him with my mouth and used only my mouth to take out his dick. Mr. Xmas was so hard.

It didn't take long. I slowly went up and down, giving him a deepthroat blow job, as we had talked about. He loved not only my soft mouth but being in the back of my throat. I enjoyed kissing and licking his gigantic head. I bobbed my head slowly as he ran his fingers through my short, blonde hair. And without warning, he held my head down and came. All my teasing had quite the effect on him. He shot a large load in my mouth, and it felt as if he were cumming forever. My mouth overflowed with his cum, so I drooled it back on his cock and balls. It was still warm, and I began to lap it up like a kitten. With my soft tongue, I gently licked the cum, so he could watch me enjoying every drop.

Mr. Xmas told me that I was “so fucking naughty.” He ordered me to turn around, bend over the lit-up desk, and to receive a Christmas spanking. He loved my ass, and while it took him a while to touch my tits, he couldn't resist pawing at my ass as soon as he saw it. With my tits out, he slid my jumpsuit off all the way to the floor. I bent over on his desk bare naked to receive my next gifts – an ass striped like a candy cane and a couple pictures to give my husband as a Christmas gift later tonight. I still have a little surprise to open from my date as well. Life is full of surprises, like whose cock will I kiss to ring in the New Year? Might it be yours? Happy Holidays!

About me: 34, 5'4", blonde, fit hotwife, who gives the best bjs.