Erotic Story: Steamy New Year

The music is loud, champaign is flowing freely and everyone seems to have forgotten their troubles for tonight. Somewhere in the corner hangs a large white canvas on which you can write down what you want to leave behind in the old year. Further away, hangs a canvas for writing down what you want to take into the new year. Although I can think of at least ten names I’d like to write on the board of things I most want to leave behind, my eye is drawn to my own name shining on the board for the new year. It’s a handwriting I don’t recognize and I can’t deny that my heart beats faster with curiosity. Someone wants to take me into the new year. As I’m about to let my brain run wild with speculation, I feel someone stand behind me. “I hope you don’t mind”, it sounds sultry but controlled. I turn around, far too curious, and meet Leroy’s moss-green eyes. I should have known, as we’ve suddenly been flirting like crazy in the last weeks of the year. I have no idea whether it’s the spirit of the holidays, the cold outside, or all the wine we’ve all had, but Leroy has become an idea I’ve come to cherish. I give him my sexiest gaze and gently suck my bottom lip between my teeth. “Not at all”, I reply. “Are you taking me to a specific place? Or just for the whole year”, I joke. He furrows his brows and takes a step towards me. He is so close now, that I can feel his breath on my skin. “Let’s start tonight and see where the year takes us.” His deep gaze sends a surge of heat through me and when I feel his fingertips gently caressing my bare arm, I notice I’m struggling to swallow. Agonizingly slowly, his fingertips find their way to my hand, which he caresses gently before taking hold of it.

His other hand rests somewhere on my lower back, forcing me closer to him. Could this be the night all our tensions come together? Without saying anything, he brushes a strand of hair from my face. “I’ve always found you incredibly sexy”, he admits confidently. “It surprises me that you never seemed to notice.” I look at him doubtfully. Always? Why can I be so clumsy sometimes with these kinds of things? Why did I never notice? And more importantly: why did it take me so long to notice him? I smile at him, a little nervously. “I fantasize about your skin every day.” “My skin?” “Yes”, he replies. “About how it would feel on my fingertips and my tongue.” I feel the heat rising. My mouth is parched and my heart is racing wildly. “Amazing, I think”, he continues. His gaze is intense, yet feels very safe somehow. He licks his lips and takes a deep breath. Without thinking, I throw my arms around his neck and press my lips to his. And even before I can ask myself what I’m doing, I feel our tongues dancing together. More than lust is being released here. It’s like an animalistic instinct, a kind of letting go of what’s happening. In no time, my back’s pressed against the wall in a dark corner of our staff party. Somehow I know that everyone can see us, but the part of my brain that would care seems to be completely shut off. I just want one thing: to be touched by him. Our kissing gets wilder, our hands roam over each other’s bodies and I automatically lift a leg and wrap it around his waist. He grabs my leg with a mischievous chuckle. It’s dark, everyone’s preoccupied with themselves and I surrender completely. We push ourselves even further into the dark corner and I carefully pull up my tight dress. His fingertips press urgently against my tights and I regret that it’s winter. “Are you sure?” he asks when I put his hand under my dress. I nod in agreement. “Very sure.” “Are you very attached to these tights?” “Not so much”, I joke.

In one smooth movement, he rips the crotch of my tights. It’s so easy and so thrilling that I instantly feel my panties getting wet. His strong arms push me up against the wall a little. The music still thunders around us as we are completely absorbed in each other. I feel his fingertips gently circling my heat. Every piece of skin he touches, is left tingling with desire. I softly moan with excitement in his ear. “Hmm”, he says playfully, “that sounds like music to my ears.” I can’t hold back anymore and rub my hand over the hard outline in his pants. He’s hard, he wants me. I carefully undo his pants and realize that an animalistic feeling has completely taken over my body. His pants keep hanging around his hips somewhere, but his boner glistens in the lights to the rhythm of the music. “This is just a taster”, he says when I squeeze my leg tighter around him. “I want more space with you for the real deal.” “Is that why you’re taking me to 2026?” I ask, laughing. “Because you deserve to enjoy it to the fullest”, he says sternly. Between my legs, I feel his wet cock sliding through my folds. My insides long for touch. My body longs to be stretched and filled up. Then our eyes meet. We look at each other deeply, as if in preparation. The structure of the wall scrapes my shoulders, but I do my best to hang on in his grip. And then I feel it. Excruciatingly slowly, he thrusts himself into me. Groaning, he lets me know how good it feels, as I hold my breath and feel my body making room for him.

Once he starts moving slowly, I feel my body getting weaker. I’m so excited and it feels so good, that I seem to be losing all control. “You feel good”, he growls as he does his best to keep a rhythm. Images of us in all kinds of other thrilling positions flash through my mind. This steamy night is definitely something I want to take with me into the new year. He pounds into me so deliciously that I can feel his balls thumping between my ass cheeks. I wander down to my clit with my free hand. For a moment, I feel him sliding in and out of me and decide to spoil myself. I feel that I won’t need long. His ass clenches and contracts, his grip feels tight around my waist and the controlled way he’s working, makes him hit all my best spots. Panting, groaning and cursing, we cling to each other. After barely touching my clit, I already feel my muscles contract while my body’s preparing for a sweet release. “I’m going to come”, I pant uncontrollably. Just as I want to close my eyes, he pulls back. “I’m almost there too”, he pants against my forehead. “But as I said before: you deserve to enjoy this to the fullest.” I look at him in surprise. “Let’s go”, he chuckles as he pulls his pants back into place and buttons them. “I know what to do with you.”