When I was fifty-three （2020）
When I was fifty-three
“You weren’t kidding when you said you had a surprise for me.”
It had to be the most magical experience ever.
We were flying through the heavens and as far as the eye could see were the rippling, incandescent columns of the Aurora Borealis. Green flashed across the sky, shimmering in and out, as if the sky were on fire, and suddenly there was red too.
“Not bad for a bunch of excited outer electrons.”
I gaped at him. “You can’t reduce this to a scientific explanation. This is awesome.” Not to mention spectacular, exhilarating…
Nicholas’s arm tightened around me. “I wanted you to see this. It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” He sighed. “Except it’s nearly time to get you home.” He grabbed the reins.
My heart sank. Another Christmas Eve was coming to an end.
I fell silent, gazing at the landscape below us, my heart aching.
It’s not enough.
I couldn’t keep doing this, wishing my life away, waiting for those few hours we shared.
He touched my knee. “Could you do me a favor? If I hold the sleigh steady, could you climb into the back where the sack is, and just check I really have delivered everything? I can’t shake the sneaking suspicion I’ve forgotten something.”
“You want me to climb over… in mid-flight?”
“I’d do it, but I’m driving.” He smiled. “You’re safe. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that would harm you.”
I knew that. “Sure.” I clambered over the back of the seat into the large open space behind, where a big red sack lay in a heap on the floor. I peered inside it. “How do you expect me to see anything? It’s really dark back here.”
“The flashlight on your phone will work, if that helps.”
I removed it from my pocket and clicked on the icon. I searched every corner. “There’s nothing in here.”
To my surprise, Nicholas joined me. “Are you sure?”
I blinked. “Hey, I thought you were driving?”
He laughed. “My girls could fly without me. I’m not worried.” He peered into the sack. “Looks like you’re right.” Then he smiled. “How would you like to fly the sleigh?”
“Didn’t you just say they could fly without you?”
“Yes, they can, but I was thinking of giving you the reins for a while. You know, so you can see how it feels to be the one in control.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, the girls won’t steer you wrong. I just thought you might like to do this.”
I grinned. “I can’t deny it, I’ve thought about this countless times in the last few years. I just never got up enough nerve to ask.”
“Then now is the perfect time.”
I went to clamber over onto the bench again, but he stopped me. “Here.” He grabbed the reins and handed them to me.
I frowned. “You want me to fly the sleigh… from back here?”
He nodded. “Easy-peasy.” He cocked his head to one side. “In fact, it’s so easy, I might need to throw in a little something to make it more challenging.”
“And how are you gonna do that? Blindfold me?”
Nicholas moved to stand behind me, his arms around my waist. His lips brushed my ear. “You’re going to love this,” he murmured. He slid his hands lower and unfastened my jeans.
I froze. “What… what are you doing?”
He shoved them to my knees. “Nice. Looks like I’m not the only one who goes commando.” He squeezed my ass.
Oh God. He’s not going to…
I heard a clatter behind me and I knew without looking it was his belt buckle hitting the floor. I heard the zipper lower. And then I caught my breath as a slick finger insinuated itself between my ass cheeks.
“You have got to be kidding. Seriously? Sleigh sex?” My heartbeat raced, my breathing quickened.
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
No, I couldn’t tell him that, and he knew it. “Did… did you plan this?”
“Guilty.” He circled my pucker with the tip of his finger.
“How do you expect me to think straight when you do that?”
“Don’t think, just enjoy.”
“I know we agreed you’d top one day, but—”
“Yes, we did.” Another slow, sexy circle. “And I choose tonight.”
“Do you really want your first time to be—”
“To quote you, I’ve thought about this countless times in the last few years. I just never got up enough nerve.” And then he slid his slick finger into my hole.
Oh my God.
“I think you’ve certainly got over your shyness,” I said breathlessly. I had to admit, I loved this bold new Nicholas. “You brought lube too? How thoughtful.”
“You have the reins, remember? So no sudden movements. We don’t want to startle the girls, do we?” He moved his finger in and out of my body, and my heart hammered.
“You’re really gonna fuck me while we fly?”
He chuckled. “Oh yes.” He added another finger, and the burn was delicious. “Oh God, you’re so warm inside.”
I moaned. “Tight too.” It had been a while.
“But getting looser by the minute.” His fingers gained momentum, until I was writhing, pushing back, fucking myself on them.
I’m flying in a sleigh pulled by eight reindeer, high above the Earth, getting finger-fucked by Santa.
Best. Christmas Eve. Ever.
“Now bend over.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Bend over the bench. Tilt your ass.”
“You’re gonna leave my jeans where they are? Around my knees?”
“Good thinking.” He pushed them down to my ankles. Then his fingers spread my cheeks, and the warm, blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole. “Oh my God,” he moaned as he entered me.
“I think those are my words,” I groaned. He went slow, inching his way into me, his arms wrapped around my waist as he filled me to the hilt. Dear Lord, he felt big. And thick. The stretch lit up every nerve ending I possessed.
“You still feel tight.”
“And that surprises you? Have you looked at your dick lately?”
He rocked in and out of me, and I dropped one of the reins. I squealed, and he laughed. “We’re safe. I promise you.” Another rock of his hips. “I don’t think this is going to last long.” A tantalizingly slow withdrawal, followed by unhurried penetration, made my body sing.
“You feel amazing,” I gasped as he pulled all the way out, only to spear my hole with his cock, pushing me against the back of the seat, my own shaft harder than steel.
“Let go of the reins.”
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
“Let go of the reins. I have something else I want you to do with your hands.”
I would have twisted around to look at him, but I felt sure we’d plummet to the ground if I did. “Such as?”
“Reach back and spread your cheeks.”
I was still holding the reins.
He leaned in, his breath warm on my ear. “Anthony… Let go. Trust me.” There was a pause. “Do you trust me?”
I shuddered out a breath. “With my life.”
“Then let go.”
I dropped the reins, reached around, and spread my cheeks, stretching my hole wide for him. He slid back into me, and I moaned at the friction.
“I’m so close. This is going to be fast, okay?”
It was all I could do to say yes.
His hips rocked as he thrust into me again and again, slamming into me, pushing me against the back of the sleigh.
I cried out, realizing no one could hear me, that I could let go in more than one sense.
He filled me, clinging to me, anchoring himself on my shoulders as he speared his cock into my body.
“Yes,” I yelled. Around us, that beautiful green hue faded in and out in waves across the sky, and I knew I didn’t have long. And when I felt that tell-tale throb inside me, that was enough to push me over the edge. I panted through my orgasm, aware of his cock wedged inside me, still pulsing.
“Always wanted… to join… the Mile High Club,” I quipped, my body shaking. He clung to me, his breathing harsh. I gripped the back of the seat. “I think… before next Christmas Eve… you’re gonna need to clean the sleigh.”
He kissed my neck, sending a shiver through me. “Do I have to? No one ever sees the sleigh but me. And every time I see the stain, I’m going to remember this night.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m all for keeping mementos, but really? And can I also add… Ew?”
He laughed again, and on the bench below me appeared a packet of wet wipes. “Just kidding.” Then he tugged me upright, still inside me, his arms around my chest.
I put my head back, resting it on his shoulder. “I don’t have to ask if we’re doing this again, do I?”
His rough chuckle reverberated through me. “That would be a stupid question, yes.” He eased out of me with a groan.
I grabbed a couple of wipes, handed one to him, then did a quick clean before I pulled my jeans up. I turned to face him, and he claimed my lips in a fierce kiss.
“That was amazing. Except amazing doesn’t do it justice. That was the single most exciting event of my existence.” He held my face in his hands. “What made it so was that it was with you.”
I returned his kiss, but inside, my heart felt as if it was about to break.
I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep torturing myself like this.
And in that moment, I knew that the next time we met, I would need to be honest with him. Not now, not so soon after we’d made love. That would be cruel. But he’d always said if the moment came when either of us felt we wanted to stop, we should say something.
I didn’t want it to stop, but I couldn’t go on the way things were.