Whelp, Christmas has passed and New Years is done. The next holiday is Valentine’s Day, and you and I have both agreed for the longest time that that doesn’t count as a real holiday; it’s got too much marketing. Granted maybe it was because we were both single right now that we had that mentality, but it’d been such a running joke for us anymore that I doubted it would ever change. Regardless, the Christmas lights had to come down on our rental and no more decorations would be coming out until Easter.

“But who decorates for Easter?” you had asked me. And I promptly concluded that it was only old folks and Catholics, so maybe we ought to skip that one too. “Fourth of July then?” You know I’m not too patriotic, and let’s face it, after that last election you’re definitely not either. So unless we were going to take note of President’s Day, or one of the several Veteran’s days (how many of those are there anyway?), it wouldn’t really be until Halloween that anything real exciting came around that we could decorate for. So it was to be expected that we were going to pussyfoot around with this whole light removal process, just so we could enjoy the break in monotony for a little while longer. Just how much screwing around though was yet to be seen. So far we were off to a great start. You had asked me to setup the ladder under the gutters and then went to bringing out some boxes for us to pack things into. And upon returning you were greeted by my far too proud grin as I presented to you… the ladder! Only… it was upside down, like a great big V, rather than anything useful.

Cowering away from your playful slapping and begging for mock mercy, I allowed you to correct my silly mistake and start up the ladder to get to work. We got ourselves a process going soon enough. You would pull down the line, pocket the clips then slide down the ladder so I could move it over and you could restart the whole process by climbing back up again. Of course repetitive up and down motions are never that enthralling (Except for one case, obviously). So it wasn’t too surprising that we ended up, by the end, distracted and in a silly situation.

As you came down the ladder for the final set, announcing proudly you’re completion, I was below you holding the base of your mount and thinking about dinner. So when you all too excitedly started downward I had just enough time to look up and get a face full of yoga pants and booty. You pretty much dropped right onto my face and I could almost have sworn you cackled manically at the realization (Or was it another sort of sound that I had just misheard?) and then ground your asshole right into my nose and mouth. “Fuck off!” I spat as I pulled free and took a deep breath. I pretended to be all sorts of disgusted, wiping my face with my sleeve and groaning, but it wasn’t really that big a deal. We were just friends, sure, but your butt wasn’t unwelcome on my face, although I wasn’t about to mention that directly; you would never shut up about it if I did.

Instead of any of that, I was just going to get my playful revenge. I stuck my tongue out at you as you walked off with your bundle of Christmas’ lights (quite an apt gesture given where your butt just was, huh?) and then I snuck off after you. I waited for you to drop the lights into place then bend over the box to fold it all up. “Here, let me help,” I said with a wicked tone in my voice as I walked on up behind your bent over frame and leaned on you. Playfully I gave your ass a little dry humping as I fumbled with the box. “Oh how do these things even work,” I grumbled with over the top confusion in my voice as I used the play confusion to prolong the connection between my crotch and your plush ass. At least we would be even after this, right?

Alrighty then! Another almost holiday themed prompt from me tonight, folks. So the premise is, to summarize, we’re long time friends and roommates living in a rental home. Maybe we have other roomies, maybe not, that’s something we can figure out together. But the gist of this is that we’ve got quite the playful relationship, and as we go about our final holiday chores we’re going to find all sorts of ways to flirt about and get the other person just turned on enough to be frustrated and flustered when we cut them off. Eventually, someone will cave and want to go all the way. Will we have made it inside by then? Or are we going to be furiously going at it trying to hide behind a bush or tree? Will you ride my face on the sidewalk where the barrier just barely hides the view from the passing cars? Maybe I can use the box to hide you kneeling in front of me choking on my cock? All sorts of possibilities for risky public/outdoor sex, but we can fit in a number of kinks in here. Maybe we’re not single but this all happens anyway. Potential roommates might be around to catch us (Or join us?), or maybe we’re not roomies but a landlord/tenant with an age gap? Let me know what gets you going. I’m a switch myself, so come all subs and come all doms and everything inbetween!