Tim finally connects with his office crush, who really knows how to ring his bell!

“Did you hear jingling?” I asked, filled with overwhelming curiosity.

I was standing in the doorway to Christie’s office, and although I could see into the room, there wasn’t a bell in sight.

My office crush works down the hall from me, and we’d decided to go to the office party together. At least, we’d made a plan to go at the same time. Neither one of us is particularly social, so we tend to gravitate toward each other for support at work events. Often, we ate lunch together in the cafeteria. I thought she was beautiful, but I hadn’t made a move yet.

I was hoping that night would be my chance.

“Jingling?” Christie asked innocently. Her blue eyes were so wide, staring up at me. Her lips were curled slightly, as if she were savoring a private joke. Only the day before, I’d seen those beautiful lips wrapped around a candy cane. I’d had to excuse myself for a little “alone time” before joining her for a marketing meeting.

“I could have sworn… ” I said, shaking my head. Hadn’t I heard bells, the sound of tinkling bells coming from right behind her door? It was hard to focus because I was so captivated by her holiday attire. She’d changed from the conservative dress she’d worn to work into something much more seasonal, a bright red velvet number with a “V” so deep in the front that I could almost have fallen into it.

“What sort of bells?” Christie asked, tossing her black hair out of her eyes. “Cowbells? Doorbells? Sleigh bells?”

“It was probably nothing,” I said, trying not to lick my lips. Her look would have made any snowman melt. All I’d done was wear a red tie and red socks.

From down the hall, I could hear canned music playing. People were already helping themselves to the free food and alcohol that made corporate events easier to bear.

“Should we get this over with, Tim?” she asked, pulling my attention back to her once more. She moved to shut the door to her office as we exited, and I swore I heard the bells again. I nodded, taking a deep breath for courage. I caught a whiff of spice. Cloves or cinnamon. It was the season after all, but was I getting a hard-on for gingerbread now? Christie was definitely making me lose my cool.

We walked down the hall toward the main lobby where the festivities were being held. “So… bells,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said. “I knew I heard… ” There. I heard it again. That soft tinkling musical sound. Tiny. Like miniature jingle bells. I tilted my head.

“You did,” she said. Her eyes twinkled. “I have a secret.”

“Care to share?”

The lobby was adorned with all the standard happy holiday fare. There were pretty lights glowing and tinsel sparkling. Candy canes dangled from the curtain pulls and wrapped presents were stacked on the buffet table.

Christie pulled me next to her on the sofa furthest away from anyone else. We sat side by side, and she let her dress ride up, just enough so I could see the tops of her stockings… and the tiny silver bells that adorned them. She gave me a wicked smile and bounced one leg over the other. The bells tinkled musically.

While I watched, she hiked her hem up until she’d flashed her panties. Then she pulled her dress down quickly and beamed at me.

“My cock was a yule log, harder than I could EVER remember IT being.”

“So you weren’t hearing things,” she said. Her cheeks were the pink of sugarplums, and the look she was giving me put to rest any worries I’d had about whether she was interested in me or not. She had revealed her stocking tops… and more, and she most obviously was interested in having me stuff them. Or stuff something.

I looked at my watch. My stiffening cock was making it difficult to think. I scanned the room. The holiday music had enticed some of our coworkers to dance together. It was an embarrassing sight. But all I wanted to do was dance body-to-body with Christie. Restraining myself from touching her in public, I said, “Maybe we could go make music together somewhere else.”

Ditching the office party didn’t take any thought. People were already well into the eggnog. Nobody would notice our absence. We hurried to the parking lot, through the crisp cool air. But the heat of lust had lit an internal fire in the two of us.

Even though I drove the vehicle, Christie drove me crazy the whole ride home. She put her feet up on my dash and let the dress fall to her waist. I could see the pale skin over the tops of her thigh-highs, and the bands of bells on the elastic that held the stockings in place.

Aside from being ruby red, they were fishnets. I wanted to dig my fingers into the holes and tug, but I didn’t want to tear the stockings. She said, “Go on, Tim. You can touch them. I know you want to.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant her legs or the hose or her bells. When we stopped at a red light, I reached out a hand and let her place my palm where she most desired. She started with the stockings, running my hand up until I reached the bells. Then she said, “If you touch my pussy, I’ll make the bells shake.”

“You promise?” I asked.

She grinned, and I stroked her pussy through her panties. Thank God it was a three-way light. We had a few seconds to play.

Christie bounced when I touched her, and upon hearing their familiar rhythm, I had a stunning revelation. I couldn’t contain myself.

“So that was the sound! The sound I’d heard before. It wasn’t just you wearing bells. You were playing with yourself!”

She turned a pretty pink, but I had to start driving again. The light had turned green. Christie took over for me — that is, she started to strum her fingers over her clit, and I felt my dick get harder still. She was masturbating in my car! I would never have even allowed myself to fantasize that she would do something so daring.

 “I’m right,” I said. “Aren’t I? You were jingling your bells yourself? Back at work.”

“I’ve never heard it called that before.” She giggled.

“In the office!” I couldn’t hide the shock from my voice. “You vixen!”

“I was getting ready,” she explained, “and I was feeling giddy. I knew I was going to see you… and then I thought that maybe tonight would be the night that I told you… or asked you… ”

“Asked me what?” I prompted as she trailed off. She was still playing with herself.

“If you might want to go out some time. Or stay in some time. Or just fuck fast and hard to get the sexual tension out of the way, and then fuck again so that we could take things slow… and then fuck again for fucking’s sake. Basically, I wanted to know if you wanted to make my Christmas merry in the dirtiest way possible.”

I pulled the car over. We were halfway to my house, but I wasn’t going to be able to wait. I took her hand in mine and licked her juices off her fingers. I couldn’t believe I was the lucky bastard getting to bring her pinkie to my lips to suck. Then I used my own fingers to make circles over her clit. I watched her face change as I touched her. She was a vision. A pure and true image of ecstasy.

“Oh, Tim,” she whispered. Or was it a whimper? “Oh, fuck… ”

I had seen the stern look on her face when she’d led meetings. I’ve watched her laugh at jokes and furrow her brow when dealing with difficult customer relations. But this was different. She was naked to me — although still mostly dressed. She was showing me what she liked, what it took to make her come. I probed her pussy with my forefinger. She held on to me firmly and lifted her ass off the seat. I spiraled my fingertips precisely where she most desired. I paused every few rotations to lick my fingers clean.

Our flurry of arousal had developed into a full-on blizzard. I couldn’t stop my hands from roaming all over her. Touching her tits, her pussy, her ass. The only constraint was the fact that we were in a car. I was willing to get her off, but then we’d have to go somewhere more private to finish.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I said. “It’s all I think about.”

“Me, too,” she confessed. “Every meeting. Every conference. Whenever I go into my office and shut the door, I am in there thinking of you.”

“And then you walked down the hall yesterday, sucking that candy cane. I thought I was going to erupt,” I confessed. “I’ve never been jealous of candy before.”

Her eyes glowed, and suddenly all the talking stopped.

I was heating her up so brightly, so hotly, that the windows were starting to steam. My cock was a yule log in my slacks, harder than I could ever remember it being. I was close to coming in my pants when she whispered my name and let me know that she was on the cusp of climaxing.

She shivered and shook and then she leaned back in the seat and sighed. And the whole time, her quivering thighs made those beautiful bells jangle merrily.

“That was… ” she panted.

“Great,” I said. “But only the beginning.”

We finished the drive to my house with a rush of confessions. I told her that I’d jerked off in the men’s room while imagining her plush lips wrapped around my dick. She said she’d fantasized about me drilling her over her desk, bending her across all her paperwork and slamming her until she came. I promised I would the next chance we got.

She asked, “How far away do you live?” But luckily, we’d arrived.

We hurried past the glittery holiday lights lining the walkway and into my building. Paper snowflakes dangled from silver strands over our heads. There was a sprig of ceremonial mistletoe by the elevator, and we didn’t hesitate for a second. We kissed madly while we waited for the car to arrive, and I learned exactly how to make her sparkle.

I wrapped one hand in her thick dark hair and tugged back, exposing the line of her throat. I kissed and licked her there, and she seemed almost to swoon in my arms.

“I moved her up and down my shaft — listening to her jingling bells.”

The ding of the elevator parted us. I was relieved that we had the car to ourselves because the elevator ride was erotica in motion. She had her hand on my dick through my pants. I choked back a moan while she stroked me up and down, ramping up my excitement with each flick of her fingers against my hot rod.

“I can’t wait,” I said, unfastening my slacks and pulling her panties to the side. The mirrors reflected our union as I slid my cock into her for the first time.

Oh, all things good and sweet and miraculous. Her pussy clamped down on me like a satin glove, and I held her in my arms and moved her up and down my shaft — listening to her jingling bells the whole time.

I only had nine floors to make it last. Then there was a louder bell — announcing we’d reached my level. I set her down quickly and tucked my slippery dick into my pants, not even bothering to fix my zip.

She was as disheveled as I was, her dress wrinkled, lace of her bra peeking out of the “V” of her neckline. I was unbuttoned and unbuckled. My apartment was only steps away, and we weren’t spotted by anyone. The truth was that I wouldn’t have cared if we had been. I would have simply said, “Put us on Santa’s naughty list.”

I had my key out, and we practically fell into my place. This is what happens when you postpone bliss for two long. You end up nearly out of your mind with lust, unable to think straight. There were no niceties indoors. No offers of fancy brandies or Christmas cookies. We were still in the foyer when she started to undress. Off went her velvet dress. Then her bra and matching panties that were plenty attractive but totally unnecessary.

“But leave the stockings,” I begged. “I need you in those stockings.”

I took off my clothes at the same time, momentarily forgetting that shoes come first and tangling myself up before I caught the error of my ways. I was ravenous, desperate, but I finally managed to strip and then carry Christie into the living room. I didn’t show her the view or invite her to have a seat on the comfortable sofa. I set her on the floor on my plush rug. She spread her legs and beckoned. In a flash, I was in her once more, working my North Pole into her split in slow, steady strokes. I powerfully pinned her to the parchment-colored rug. She squirmed and twisted, wrapping her lovely thighs around me and dragging her nails along my back.

This was better than the elevator. We didn’t have to worry, didn’t have the ticking of floors rushing past us. But we did have bells. As we moved, those tiny bells on her stockings rang. I wanted to make them sing more. I flipped us so that I was on my back and she was astride me. This way, she had more control over the way her bells jingled. Also, she could decide how fast she needed me inside her. She pushed up with her thigh muscles and then settled back down again, moving like molasses, almost in slow motion. I ran my fingertips over her breasts, and she groaned and arched her back. Her tits were so sensitive. I leaned forward as she leaned toward me, and I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked forcefully, mimicking the way she’d tended to that holiday candy cane. She trembled all over and sighed in a way that stirred my embers.

Outside, I could hear the melody of traffic. Inside, all I wanted was the noises that she made naturally, soft mewling cries as I switched my attention to the other nipple. How I’d admired her breasts — surreptitiously staring in the office when I thought I could get away with a quick peek. Now that I had them right in front of me, I was almost out of my head with excitement. I went back and forth, kissing one and then the other, until Christie seemed completely decimated by the motion and her nipples were like hard little gumdrops.

She pulled forward and got on her hands and knees facing the window. I took up position behind her. We were staring through my large windows out at the night sky — and I saw that snowflakes had started to fall. What a perfect night to be inside — and inside Christie. I gently parted her swollen lips with my fingers and then let her feel the thick head of my cock inside her from this new position. A part of me wished I could take things slow — but we had waited so long. Going slow wasn’t an option. Then I remembered what she’d said while we were in the car. We should fuck hard and fast to get the sexual tension out of the way. Then we could take things at a leisurely pace.

Thinking this, I drove my full length into her. She made that soft mewling sound once more, a sound that gradually grew louder as I slammed into her sweet honeypot. Those lovely bells of hers were getting quite a workout, jingling and tinkling for the whole ride.

I ran one hand along her stockings, careful not to tear them, but stroking her skin through them. Then I brought that hand to her split and let her rest her pussy on four of my fingers. As I thrust inside her, she pushed her hips forward, going after the pressure that would take her to another bell-jangling climax.

The snow had begun flying faster. I watched the white flakes drifting, and then I locked my eyes on the lady in front of me. Christie whipped her head back and forth, and when she came, she actually grew totally still for a second before climaxing. I was treated to a series of tight embraces as her pussy muscles clutched and released my dick. I kept drilling her until her orgasm faded. Then I allowed myself to follow her lead and filled her with my seed. My release was the most intense sensation I’d ever experienced. We came apart and stared at each other with the wonder of the season on our faces. A holidaze, I thought, my eyes glazed over with pleasure.

“Whenever anyone asked me what I wanted this season,” she panted, “I didn’t say it, but all I thought of was this.”

“You won’t have to wait until next Christmas to try it again,” I assured her. “I’m the gift that keeps on giving.”

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