Mistlehoe

Chapter 5 - Candy Cane Lane

Holly 'I'm meeting up with someone,' I blurt.

The next thing I know, the starlight mints fly across the room, skittering across the floor.

Gloria is gaping at me with the scooper held up in mid-air.

I grin sheepishly, going to the pantry to retrieve a dustpan and broom.

'What in the holy hell happened here?' Chris laughs, looking at the scattered lollies.

'Sharp cramps,' Gloria says swiftly, making Chris grimace slightly.

I don't think it's because of the actual thought of periods, but because Gloria was so open with it in front of customers.

Shaking his head, he goes through the doors and into the back to check on the staff in the kitchen.

It's my day to work out front, which I don't mind because at least I can tell Gloria all that I've been up to.

'Spill the tea now.' As I sweep, I falter in how much I should say.

'Don't you hold anything back now.

I want to know everything.'

Sweeping the mess into one corner, I bend to pop it in the dustpan.

'Okay, well, I just…I took some pictures the other night and signed up.

I came up with a name and everything.' 'I know this, woman.

Get to the part where you accepted a hook-up.' Gloria rolls her eyes as she keeps filling the lollies.

'Right.

So, I started thinking about things I would do and listed a few of them.

Then, I just started scrolling through some dates and matches.

As much as sitting and watching a Christmas movie sounds like heaven, I need an orgasm, so I went for some more depraved fantasies.' Which involves sex.

I didn't have to say anything because she knew what I meant.

'You kinky Mrs.

Claus.' She winks at me.

'I'm a horny mess because I work next to Chris all day.

I need this.' I shrug, owning my decisions today much better than I did a week ago

'Proud of you.

So, tell me about the hookup.

I swear I won't judge.' There is every chance she'll judge me if I tell her the truth, so I decide to scale my answer back.

'It's just dressing up in a cute Mrs.

Claus outfit and giving a blow job.

I can so do that.

I can totally do that.' She coughs and splutters at my candidacy.

I scrolled briefly through the photos of the guy I’m meeting up with, and he looks drool-worthy.

Definitely a lot older than me.

Tick.

Beard.

Tick.

Buff. Tick.

His screen name and bio were hot as hell, too: NoelWithTheBigPole.

I don't lie when I say that I’m going to give him a blowjob.

The extra naughty part I leave out is that I’m going to make out with his balls like they are mistletoe, and then he'll decorate me like a Christmas tree with his come.

We'll decide in the moment if he'll blow on my face or all over my body.

He is also going to fuck me with a candy cane and lick my pussy juices off it while I suck him.

Noel also floated the idea of snowballing around, which is when he comes in my mouth, and we French kiss.

He says the option to do that is entirely up to me, so I guess I will see how I feel on the night.

Everything on the list made me tingle, so I jumped to accept it.

Once both of our medicals cleared, we set it up.

'Well, when is it happening?' She asks eagerly.

'Tomorrow night.' Nerves explode like fireworks throughout my body.

'After working in the kitchen all day with Chris?' 'Uh huh.' I nod.

'So, you'll smell all sugary and sweet but also have all the dirty thoughts about your ex-boyfriend's dad floating through your head?' I blink.

I hadn't thought of it like that.

Now, that's all I can think about.

'Can you shh?' I hiss.

'Why do you care?'

'Because I really like working here, and if Chris or Cole found out about my crush, I'd be toast.' I take a piece of liquorice and chew on it.

'Daddy Blitzen wants you.' As much as I wish it were true, it's not.

She's let the mountain oxygen get to her head.

Giving her my most icy stare, I toss the half-eaten liquorice at her.

'Can you stop?' I grumble.

There was no point praying for a Christmas miracle.

It would never work.

For one, he was my boss.

Two, he was my ex-boyfriend's dad.

Three, he didn't see me like that.

Four, no one would accept us even if we did overcome all those hurdles.

Today has been torture.

Seriously.

It feels like the equivalent of Christmas never existing.

Between all my frenetic energy about tonight and the thick, stifling tension — on my side at least — between Chris and me, I'm surprised I haven't thrown up yet.

Both Noel and I decided that a sex club put too much pressure on us for the first meeting, so we chose a budget motel.

Thankfully, it isn't the one I live in.

When I arrive at the motel, I ask to use the bathroom to get ready.

I lied to Gloria about the cute outfit I said I was wearing.

In fact, the one Noel and I planned is tinsel tassels and a red tinsel G-string, which no doubt will chafe.

As I slide it up my thighs and into the slit between my legs, I feel incredibly naughty, like I'm wrapping myself up for him like a present.

He didn't tell me how to wear my hair, so I go for soft plaits, sort of like a milkmaid.

It's sexy and cute, and I don't have to worry about it getting in the way when I go down on him.

I swipe some cherry red gloss across my lips that tastes like Maraschino cherries, hoping he likes the smell, and spritz some of my signature peppermint spray on.

I like to smell like Christmas all year round, so I stock up on the spray when it comes in season.

I've thrown on a short red dress and slipped the tinsel mask in the breast pocket.

Stuffing the rest of my work clothes and makeup in my bag, I return to reception.

I don't miss the knowing grin of the seedy guy on the front desk.

'Excuse me, but do you mind holding this for me?' I don't elaborate because I know he knows I don't want any identifiable things brought with me into the room.

'Also…' Well, this is awkward.

'I think a card has been left for me under the name Candy.' Not uncomfortable, utterly fucking humiliating.

The plan is I will let myself in, and Noel will already be waiting…with his big pole.

Not so discreetly, he yanks my bag and slides a key with a plastic tag toward me.

Taking the opportunity, I grab it and stuff it into my breast pocket again before returning a polite smile and running toward room twenty-five.

I can't even describe my feelings as I walk shakily to the door.

Anticipation? I'm jittery and feel like I need or want to jump out of my skin.

What if I become addicted to the sex life? What if I like it too much to give up? Am I a slut? Oh, Father Christmas, what if this guy is a murderer? Just breathe, I remind myself.

The door before me is a cloudy grey, and the handle is round, brass, and worn.

I'm not expecting much of the inside if this is the outside.

I can only pray that it is semi-clean.

I do appreciate Noel booking room twenty-five for the date of Christmas.

That's a cute little touch.

It makes me believe whoever is behind the door is genuinely invested in indulging in this fantasy.

Pulling my terrific tinsel mask out of my pocket, I slip it over my face and adjust it over my eyes.

'Here we go,' I mutter to no one but myself, pulling the key from my pocket.

I inhale the frigid air and start inserting the key into its lock.

After a few jangles, I hear the definitive click and twist of the handle, rattling it while it opens.

I'm unsure what I expected as I walk further into the room, but seeing a string of fairy lights above the bed with Christmas baubles isn’t it.

Let alone the small white Christmas tree in the corner wrapped in different coloured tinsel.

There's an angel on top and one lone candy cane.

It's a nondescript candy cane you'd buy from the shops — certainly not one you'd pick up at Sugarplum Treats and Sweets.

My eyes move back to the bed, where an emerald green duvet with snowflakes covers it.

It's clear this isn't the standard linen provided at the motel.

'I hate these kinds of places,' a voice confesses beside me, making me jump on the spot.

It's a deep rumble that electrifies the goosebumps on my skin.

Good Lord, this mystery man's voice is sexy.

'I didn't mean to startle you.' His chuckle is light but nervous…and somewhat familiar.

'I just didn't know where to sit or stand.

I haven't really done this sort of thing before.' I know we've just met, but something about his vulnerable honesty makes me immediately melt in his presence.

'Neither.' I try to lighten the mood, but my voice is as quiet as a mouse.

'I'm sorry my dress is still on.

I'll take it off?' I say it more as an uncertain question than a statement.

I panic and make the mistake of looking sideways.

I truly mean it when I tell you how unprepared I am for the burly man beside me.

I wish I had tissues to wipe the drool from the corners of my mouth, which I know is pooling there.

He is taller than me by a long shot — at least a head.

I can't see his eyes entirely, as they're covered in a black mask, but I can tell they're kind.

He is buff but not overly, and he has delicious body hair that shows me he's all man.

I can't see his hair underneath the Santa hat, but he has a fuck-me beard, which makes me want to fuck him.

It's thick and black, peppered with stunning silver greys, making him look scruffy but distinguished.

It's not overly long, but I know he'll destroy my pussy if he's in between my thighs.

As my eyes continue to roam, I sneak a quick peek at his happy trail that leads to places I'm about to be very familiar with.

I feel my eyes bug out of my head at the sight of his bulge.

Either he's stuffed something down into his stocking, or he's definitely packing.

I smile cheekily at his red satin boxers.

This whole scenario is out of the ordinary, but he's made every effort to make me feel as comfortable as possible.

It makes me wonder who the man is behind the mask.

Is he single? Married? A widow? Does he have kids? His hands are big.

What does he do for work? His appearance doesn't give much away except that I know that he's decades older than me, and he must go to the gym because no one looks that good naked without working out.

I slightly cringe at the thought of him seeing and touching my soft body.

'You do what you feel is comfortable, Candy.

There's no rush or pressure.' Again, I find myself soothed by his liquid sugary voice.

'The room is gorgeous.

Thank you.' I move away, unable to handle the heat I feel with him standing so close to me.

As I reach the end of the bed, I perch myself on the edge and remove my strappy heels.

I've had no need to wear them since I arrived in Cradle Mountain, so when I took them out this morning, there was a layer of dust on them.

As I kick them off, an air of confidence sweeps over me, all because of how Noel looks lasciviously at me.

I pull my dress off in one fell swoop and throw it at him.

He clumsily catches it before rubbing it across his clothed dick and tossing it on the floor.

Jesus Christ, he's going to kill me if he keeps doing things like that.

I don't even have to check.

I know my panties are wet.

I can feel my own cum slide down the inside of my thigh.

He starts to stalk toward me, making me quiver like an icicle.

The anticipation is making me tremble, and I can't be sure that when he touches me, I won't shatter in a spontaneous orgasm.

'You're so fucking sexy,' he growls before pushing me back on the bed and parting my legs so that he can kneel between them.

I squeal at the sudden change in position.

'Look at these tits, all pretty and sparkly for me.' His gruff tone makes my breasts ache.

I don't have a model body, but I can tell he appreciates my ample chest.

His rough hands trace the contours of my body, and my breathing picks up rapidly at his touch.

'Stay right here.'

The immediate loss of his hands makes me shiver dismally.

I want them on me again.

I'm asphyxiated by this experience already, so while he shuffles over to what I assume is the tree in the corner, I try to control my breathing and rapid heart rate.

'Are you still okay with the candy cane being shoved in your pussy, Candy?' The way he purrs my name makes my pussy feel tigress.

'Yes,' I readily agree.

He kneels back between my legs and starts peppering kisses from my navel down to my pussy.

We didn't plan on him licking me out, but if he wants to go that far, I'm not saying no.

It has been a long time since anyone has fucked me with their tongue, and God, I need it more than ever.

When his nose reaches my slit, he takes a huge whiff.

Just him nuzzling me there has my legs squeezing his ears.

Good God, that beard is magnificent.

I don't want to suffocate him, but I kind of do.

I seriously don't want him to move from where he is.

He chuckles deeply.

'Soon, baby, soon.' I don't want soon.

I want now.

Fisting the sheets, I let him explore more.

His tongue darts out as he licks over the tinsel, and I hiss.

The string is practically non-existent, so when his tongue hits my pussy, I squirm.

'Jesus, you taste amazing,' he groans.

Pulling back, I whimper.

'I'm just unwrapping the candy cane, Candy.' The plastic crackles, as do all my nerve endings.

Somewhere between unwrapping the lolly, he's managed to slide the tinsel floss down my body and let it dangle at the end of one of my feet.

I'm completely exposed, and it feels…right.

'Loving the Christmas tree, baby.' His eyes don't leave my pussy as he stares at my creative wax for him.

I squeezed it in during my lunch break today.

I don't have a bush, except for a little decoration neatly shaped in a Christmas tree outline.

Because I'm so fair, the hair on my pussy is light too, but you can still see the definite shape.

Apart from that little surprise, everywhere else is smooth.

Leaning up on my elbows, I watch as he sucks the bottom of the cane into his mouth, making it nice and wet for when he inserts it in me.

'You ready, Candy? I nod wordlessly as he gently eases the bottom into me.

The sensation is like no other.

It's not thick like a finger would be, but it still tingles because of the peppermint.

I'm aroused beyond words as he inches it further inside me.

It's hot and sticky but also cooling.

'Mmm,' I coo, wriggling.

'Stay still while I fuck this tight, wet cunt.' It's a Christmas fucking miracle that my first date is this man.

One could get used to this — especially his filthy mouth.

In and out.

In and out.

I can hear the lewd noises my pussy is making, but he doesn't seem to care as I contract and squeeze the lolly.

If I concentrate, I think I could come like this, but I don't want to concentrate.

I just want to feel and let the explosion come naturally.

'Relax.

Let me make you feel good, precious.' As I'm about to answer, I feel the swipe of his tongue over my pulsing clit.

I jerk on instinct, wrapping and trapping his head with my legs.

He muffles out a laugh, pushing one of my thighs apart with force so he can breathe again.

God, there's manhandled.

something so dominatingly sexy about being

His other hand miraculously manoeuvres the candy cane in and out of my hole.

He vacillates between battering my clit with his tongue and beard.

The overstimulation of the tickle of his scruff is too much, and I detonate like a shooting star.

'Yes.

Fuck.

Noel.

Yes,' I cry, body trembling from the onslaught of his assault as my back bows.

My eyes squeeze shut as my body lights up like a Christmas tree.

I can see every twinkling light behind my eyes as my cum continues to trickle from my horny, slick pussy.

Continuing to convulse, I'm only soothed when he starts stroking my outer thigh.

'Christ, Candy, you taste like everything I've ever dreamed of.' He latches onto my clit, giving it one last gentle bite.

As soon as his teeth release it, his tongue goes back to soothing the sting in slow, leisurely circles, like a cat lapping up milk.

I think I've reached nirvana.

Yep.

I'm confident I have.

I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I need an orgasm like this every day.

As my body floats down to earth like a snowflake, I'm overcome with a sense of serenity.

Forgetting I'm not in a Christmas rom-com, I sit up and almost knock him out.

'What's the matter, Candy cane?' He laughs as he falls on his ass.

'Oh God, I'm so sorry! That was…incredible.' My mind is far away because I don't know how to transition into giving him a blowjob, and I'm making it even more awkward.

'What's wrong?' Concern lances through his voice.

'I feel like an idiot,' I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest.

I don't miss how his eyes track their movement.

'I just don't know how to transition into the…next part.

God, I'm ruining it.' I lay back, mortified.

Seconds later, I feel his hands touch both my arms and sit me up again.

'Candy.

Please listen to me.

If we stop now, I'll still be a very happy man.

I got to taste the most heavenly fucking pussy.

If you want to go home, you can.

No pressure.' Again, there is something so familiar about this man, but I can't put my finger on it.

All I know is I want his candy cane down my throat.

Shaking my head and smiling, I tell him exactly what I want.

'Let me suck your candy cane, Mr.

Noel, with the big pole.' He exhales in relief as he grins up at me.

'Swap?' I not so gracefully roll off the bed and stand at the edge.

'I prefer to stand, baby.

Better leverage to pull you back and forth on my cock.' Yes.

That’s what I want.

I want that so fucking much.

I almost scream and beg for him to stand as fast as he can.

He rises from his position and starts to pull his boxers down with one hand.

In the other is the candy cane that was shoved up my pussy moments ago.

'Let me,' I say a little too eagerly, palming my hand over his hard-asnails cock.

It looks like a giant icicle from where I'm kneeling, and it's making me salivate.

When my hand continues to rub, he grunts and groans as if he's in agony.

'Stop teasing me, Candy,' he grits.

On cue, I deftly pull his boxers down, and his cock springs right in front of my face.

Well, I certainly can say his Mistlehoe name lives up to the hype.

His dick is huge.

It's glorious.

It's long and girthy, and I know it will feel good deep inside my throat.

He has some hair, but it's neatly manscaped.

The head is dribbling, and my tongue greedily licks it up.

He groans as I touch his tip.

Instinctively, my hand goes to stroke his length.

It barely fits around it, and I'm amazed because I'm suddenly wondering if he would fit inside my tiny hole.

Not that that is a possibility, but still, the thought makes me horny.

I take my time getting intimately familiar with it.

His balls hang low and are heavy with come.

He has a seam on the underside that, again, my tongue trails.

He's uncut, and it just adds to his appeal.

I squeeze him tightly, trying to get my fingers to meet, but it's useless because there are still centimetres between them.

His cock is smooth, which is a stark contrast to his balls, which have wiry hair.

I love both.

I play with him a little more, planting delicate kisses all over his balls and length.

'Put me in your mouth, baby.

Use lots of saliva.

Suck my balls into your mouth.' I obey, wrapping my lips around his head before taking him to the back of my throat.

Staring up at him, he looks down at me reverently as if he is in awe.

'Yeah, just like that, Candy.' With one hand, he pushes the back of my head further down his pole while he sucks my pussy candy cane into his mouth.

As he slurps the juices off, I hear him grunt.

'You taste amazing.

Your lips are fucking sinful for such an angel.' Something inside me wants to please this man, so I pull out everything I know about giving head.

The candy cane is thrown away somewhere, and his free hand flies to the back of my head, urging me to go deeper.

I can feel his cock brush the back of my throat.

'Fuck.

Yes.

Baby.

That feels so fucking good.' When he tightens his grip, I moan around him.

Pulling back, I move my head down to suck one of his balls into my mouth.

I start making out with it like I'm under the mistletoe as my hand works in tandem, stroking his length.

He is so hard, and it spurs me on more.

'So good.

Such a good cock sucker, baby girl,' He repeats over and over.

I'm delirious on his cock.

I am so delirious that I never want to taste anything else.

'Candy, I'm going to come,' he says urgently, the strain evident in his voice.

I feel his legs start to buckle.

'Do you want me to decorate your body or come in your mouth and you hold it?' The choice is impossible to make.

I'm about to spontaneously combust.

'Both.' 'Then suck me into your mouth, baby, and when I tell you, pull back.' I comply with sucking him like I'd suck liquid through a straw.

He growls, tips his head back, and takes hold of his cock so he can control the movement.

A salty stream hits my tongue, and I'm addicted.

Gobbling it up, I swirl his cum around my mouth, savouring his taste.

He tears away from me once my cheeks are full and starts decorating my chest like a Christmas tree.

Cum hits my tits, my neck, and even my face.

I imagine I look like Santa's little whore — a position I'd happily accept if it were with Noel.

When he finishes his jerky movements, he pulls me up by the armpits and crushes me to him.

When his mouth descends on mine, it's cheesy as fuck, but I can hear angels sing.

The first brush of his lips sends another wave of lust through my body.

When his tongue caresses mine, giving me the first taste of him, there's a delicious mixture of his cum, aromatic Christmas spices, and my peppermint from the candy cane.

It's truly an addictive flavour.

The kiss turns heated and sloppy fast as he directs it entirely.

Once we're both near choking out of breath, we pull back and swallow whatever is in our mouths.

My mouth gapes open as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, standing there in all his naked glory.

His chest glistens with sweat.

Perspiration and any type of body odour would usually revolt me, but on him, it's entirely sexy.

I sweep my tongue over my bottom lip, suddenly wanting to lick him all over.

Meanwhile, I'm plastered in cum, some of it is dribbling down my body, while other parts are starting to dry.

I can see it's also matted in Noel's chest, hair, and beard.

For some reason, this makes my pussy drip more.

Seeing his beard splattered with cum makes him look virile and masculine.

Like an animal who caught and devoured his prey.

After my heaving stops, he grins at me and starts to laugh.

It's the most wonderful sound.

A deep belly laugh rumbles out and makes me light up from the inside. 'Wow.'

I echo his sentiment and nod, agreeing.

'Candy.

That was…' He stands tall, stroking his beard as he intently looks at me.

His cock is bobbing between us and is miraculously stiff again.

'Yeah. Wow.'

Waiting a moment longer, I linger to see if he will say anything else, but he doesn't.

I need to get out of here before I jump on his cock.

'So…ummm…I'll just get dressed then.' I whirl around to try and find my dress.

Fuck the undies or the makeshift tinsel G-string.

Now the haze of horniness is wearing off; I don't know what the proper protocol is.

I'm frazzled and horny.

He makes everything hazy and dream-like.

'Here.' He hands me my dress with a gentle smile.

I throw it over my head, feeling the soft material cascade down my body.

Some of it sticks to me where his cum landed, and it just makes our interaction even dirtier.

Instead of strapping my shoes on, I pick them up and walk barefoot to the door.

Sex and sweat linger in the surrounding air.

He's still stark naked, and my eyes can't help but drop down to where his throbbing cock is stiffening again.

My mouth waters at its size.

It isn't just the length.

It's the width.

It's thick and looks like it could stretch and tear my tiny hole.

There's a deep ache inside me that wants him to leave me gaping.

When all my common decency returns, I flit my eyes back to his face and see a knowing smirk on his lips.

I don't need a mirror to tell me I'm a red tomato from being caught staring at his manhood.

How is it that I feel more of a connection with this stranger than any other partner or guy I've ever been with? I've never come that hard before in my life or considered myself addicted to cum, yet I feel like I'm almost about to lose my mind if I can't have his again.

I feel bereft at the possibility that I might not see him again, but I cannot make this more awkward by acting like a stage-five clinger.

'So…I'll maybe see you online?' I giggle because what the hell do you say to someone who just fulfilled one of your fantasies, but you're not sure if you'll see them again?

He scratches the back of his neck and laughs as well, ameliorating some of the tension.

'I hope so.'

'I'll look out for your fantasies.' A thrill zips through me at the possibility of meeting up again.

A cheeky grin spreads across his face before he leans in to give me a gentle kiss on my jaw.

'I think I could become addicted to you,' he whispers into my lips before pulling back.

Likewise.

With a last little wave, I twirl and walk out the door.

My biggest regret as I reach the front desk is that I didn't ask for his number.

Maybe I still could if we hook up again.

On the other hand, the whole point of me ending up on Mistlehoe was to fulfil all my depraved cravings.

I want to try before I buy.

If it's meant to be with Mr NoelWithTheBigPole, only time will tell.