The holiday season bestowed a last-minute gift in the guise of a carnal connection to this photographer and his model du jour.

She entered the room like a breath of fresh, spring air. With the weather we’d been having lately — snow and sleet off and on all week — spring air of any sort was definitely welcome. The fact that she was beautiful didn’t hurt a bit.

She shut the door behind her and looked at the framed photos on the wall.

I stood and walked to the counter quickly. “May I help you, miss?” I asked, thinking of all the different ways I’d love to help her, each one dirtier than the next.

She was the kind of pretty that tugs on you. Her long black hair was captured on the side with a rhinestone-adorned barrette. Her heavy jacket was a festive plaid, and she had a crimson muffler around her neck.

“I know I’m late,” she said, “but I wanted to have a photo taken for a holiday card.”

She glanced at the calendar on the counter. We were so close to Christmas that you could practically hear the footsteps of reindeer on the roof and the belly laughs of a jolly fat man.

“The month got away from me,” she continued by way of explanation, and I could tell she was embarrassed, yet determined.

I found myself warming up to her more by the second. I had the insane desire to run my fingertips over her cheekbones, to rest two fingers on her bottom lip.

“What do you think?” she asked.

Her voice was positively plaintive, and her silver-gray eyes gleamed. I’d been moments from closing the shop for the day, but I took pity on her.

“An e-card might work,” I suggested. “There’s really no time for printing and mailing. But we could do a photo shoot tonight.”

“Yes, of course,” she agreed, and there was relief in her husky voice. “That would be fine.”

I flipped the sign on the door to “closed” before ushering her back to my studio. The large room was set up for the holidays. I had fake snow, wrapped presents, glittery silver paper snowflakes dangling from the ceiling. There was a mantel with stockings and an exquisitely trimmed live tree. She smiled as she took in my various scenarios. Then she removed her coat, and I saw that she had on a red velvet dress trimmed in white fur. She looked like an elf! One of Santa’s helpers. But a sexier helper I’d never seen before.

“You’re really helping me out,” she said, gazing at the different scenes. “I promised I’d have one of these taken. My family doesn’t believe I can hack things on my own in the big city. I thought a professional holiday card would show them that I know what I’m doing. Or at least that I know what season we’re in.”

She’d chosen the scene with the piles of gifts. Perfect. I grabbed my camera and started to run through my regular spiel. Sure, I found the girl enticing, but I’m a professional with years of experience under my camera strap.

“Relax,” I said as I adjusted my lens. “Let me do the work. Think of happy places. Don’t try too hard.”

Suddenly, she was giggling. I had no idea what I’d said that was funny. I set down the camera. She apologized and explained, “I always think I look so stiff in pictures. So I stopped and had a shot for confidence at the bar across the street. And then you said happy places and hard, and I, well…”

She looked pointedly at my crotch. I was trying my best to remain the proper adult. My client had to be twenty years my junior. But she was so cute with her pink cheeks and Santa’s helper outfit, I had a difficult time maintaining my professional demeanor.

“Let’s try this again,” I said, and I positioned her exactly how I wanted her for the photo, then took my place once more.

Immediately, she resumed giggling sweetly.

“What is it now?” I asked. My voice was slightly stern, but I wasn’t actually upset at all. She was too damn cute.

“I’m such a fraud,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

She walked to the next scenario and began to play with the fake snow that decorated the stoop. “Like I said, I’m trying to prove to my family that I have everything together, but I just realized it was funny I thought a card could help me do that. And look how I dressed!”

I looked since she was inviting me to. “You’re beautiful,” I told her.

It was an honest response. Her cheeks went even pinker. “Thank you…” She hesitated.

“Charlie,” I said.

“Thank you, Charlie,” she repeated. “I’m Tori.”

There seemed to be a heavy weight of sexual tension in the air. I could have held it in my hands like a snowball. I strived desperately to get myself under control — and by “myself” I meant my cock. Looking at Tori with her fur-trimmed velvet made me want to run my hands all over her body. With a deep moral resolve, I lifted the camera again. “Are we ready now?”

She nodded. “I promise. I’ll be good.”

“This isn’t for me,” I reminded her. “This is for you.”

That sounded fine. What I wanted to say was, “Be bad. Be bad for me, Tori.”

“In that case…” She reached around and unzipped her dress in the back. I sucked in my breath and put down the camera.

“What are you doing, Tori?”

“Your sign says that you take boudoir shots. And I saw some of the pictures in your lobby. The girls in the negligees.”“Yes, but … you said … ” I was babbling. “Holiday card.” I tried to make sense of what was happening.

“We can do that after,” she said, and she looked supremely focused, all her giggles forgotten. “If I really want to prove something to anyone, I should prove something to myself.”

She was standing in front of me in a bright red bra-and-panty set that appeared to be made of satin. I didn’t know what to do. Lift the camera? Or lift the girl. I took a deep breath and lifted the camera.

Tori was already moving to a different scenario; she’d spied the four-poster bed in the corner, the one where I tend to take the boudoir shots. I hurried after her and began to turn on the different lights to adjust the mood. To my utter surprise, when I looked back at Tori, she’d taken off all her clothes. She was lying on the bed playing with herself. This evening couldn’t have been filled with more surprises. My dick, already half-hard, went to fully erect in a second. Tori looked completely consumed with her own pleasure. She’d taken out her barrette, and her hair was loose on the dove-gray pillows. I didn’t know what to do. Tori met my eyes and motioned for me to come closer.

“You want me to take pictures like this?”

She shook her head. “I want you to come on the bed with me, Charlie.”

All the things I’d fantasized about doing to her since she’d walked into my studio came rushing back to me. But a voice in my head said, Charlie, you’re forty-five. What are you doing?

“Don’t you want to?” She had her fingers trailing down her body, and I watched, mesmerized.

“Yes, I want to,” I told her. “Oh, God, do I want to.”

“Then come here.”

I didn’t lose another second to my warring conscience. I set down my gear and got as naked as she was. Then I met her on the mattress and did exactly what I’d longed to do since she’d first walked into the studio: I kissed her. Had I thought she looked like a breath of fresh air? She even tasted like spring. Her lips were full and soft. How could she taste like honey? I don’t know, but she did, with that hint of whiskey she’d imbibed for courage. I kissed her lips and then moved my way down her perfect body. Tori pushed herself up against the pillows and spread her thighs for me. She clearly wanted me between them.

I wanted that, too. I took only a moment to admire the fact that she kept her nether region shaved completely bare. Then I started to lick and suck at her pussy lips, even tugging them between my teeth. She sighed and stroked my hair, urging me forward with her hips and her sighs.

“You taste divine,” I said, looking up at her.

She beamed at me. “Just wait until you see how I fuck.”

Tori was saying all the right things.

“I don’t want to wait,” I told her.

She lay back on the mattress, and I positioned myself above her. Very slowly, I teased her pussy with the head of my cock. She groaned and closed her silvery eyes. I pushed my cockhead against her clit, and she cried out. I loved the way she looked now even more than when she’d first walked into the studio. Her hair was spread out around her, and her mouth was open. Part of me wanted to fuck her, but the other part wanted to slide up her body and let her suck my hard dick. I couldn’t decide which to do. Tori worked everything out for me.

“Put your cock in me,” she purred. “I want to feel you inside me, and then I want to lick my juice from your skin.”

This was one experienced twenty-something. That was for sure. She talked like she knew what she was doing, and then she fucked like she knew what she was doing, gripping my hips and pulling me into her. As soon as her cunt had enveloped my dick, she began to squeeze me. Her tight inner muscles worked my rod with finesse. I had a sudden worry that she might bring me to orgasm too quickly. I didn’t want to let her down. I plunged in and out of her pussy several times, and then I did what she’d asked. I moved up her body so that she could suck her own nectar from my cock. Tori’s full lips parted, and she drew in the head. For a moment, she simply bestowed oral joy on one inch of my rod. But that was enough. The way she sucked me like a lollipop did crazy things to all my nerve endings. I clutched the railing of the bed, holding myself still while she worshiped my dickhead. Then she ever so slowly began to move down past the crown. I no longer cared at all about appropriate or inappropriate, business or bliss. All I wanted was for Tori to suck me.

She seemed to be nursing the exact same desire, because she really worked for it, moving lower. Although I had years of experience on her, I let Tori drive this ride.

She bobbed up and down a few times, and then she pulled back and said, “I need you in me again. But this time, like this.”

She squirmed around so that she was on her hands and knees, facing the wall. I got behind her and held her hips, her sweet rounded hips. My cock was already throbbing, pulling me forward, knowing exactly where we were going. Tori’s pussy was coated with her juices. I parted her nether lips and slid inside her. She cried out at the intrusion, and then her voice got louder as I started to fuck her rhythmically.

She was a screamer. The girl had so many surprises inside her I couldn’t keep up! She reached beneath herself to cradle my balls while I fucked her, and every few beats she’d give them a tug, eliciting a sharp moan from me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with a woman who was so voracious in her desires. Tori seemed lit up from our coupling. She’d transformed from the hot mess who’d walked into the studio. Now, she was all woman, pulling away from me on the bed and spinning around to suck me once more. I let her do everything she could dream up. She licked my dick clean, and then she wanted a new position, with me on my back and her astride my body, cowgirl style. I was game.

Tori slowly lowered her pussy on my pole, bracing herself with her palms on my chest.

When she bottomed out, she looked at me with wide eyes and said, “You feel so good inside me, Charlie. I thought I needed that shot of whiskey. But what I really needed was a fabulous fuck.”

I could definitely provide for her cravings. I bucked up, and she laughed and then rode me back down. I shot her nearly into the air a few more times with this move. Then she did something new. She spiraled on my cock so that we were in a reverse cowgirl position. Her maneuver gave me a brilliant view of her sublime ass. I couldn’t help myself. I palmed her rear cheeks, squeezing tight. She gasped, so I parted those cheeks and rubbed my thumb against her exposed asshole. That made her actually start panting. I knew what she wanted — at least, I could guess — and I wet my thumb in the copious juices of her pussy and then began to sweetly, slowly rim her anus with the tip of my thumb.

“Oh, yeah,” she sighed, and she was squeezing my dick like nobody’s business, her inner muscles so tight around my cock.

Even with a twenty-year span between us, we were like kindred spirits, working in tandem to get each other off. When she started to climax, I wedged my thumb firmly inside her bottom, and I felt the rapid-fire contractions of her cunt as she came. I wondered what would happen next. Would she collapse by my side? Would she want to continue the shoot? No, thank goodness.

She pulled away from me, and as quick as a wink, she was licking my cock again, pausing only long enough to demand, “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

I flashed on the image of her entering my studio, so innocent looking, eyes wide with need. What a transformation she’d made. Her inhibitions were long gone, and her cheeks were indenting as she blew me with the fiercest motions. She didn’t have to take me very far on my own path to pleasure. In moments, I was making her wish come true, filling her mouth with my semen as I shot off.

She swallowed every damn drop, not missing a drip. Then she sat back on her haunches and looked at me expectantly. I remembered being twenty-something. She wasn’t ready to call it a night. She was revved up, ramped up and ready for round two. But what would that be? I found out in no time. Tori went to one of the scenarios and returned with a wide, velvety ribbon. I stared at her, dumbstruck, as she came toward me. Did she want me to tie her up? No, ma’am. The girl put the ribbon to my eyes and blindfolded me.

“Now, we’ll have some serious fun,” she announced. Her voice was giddy. I was game. I settled back on the mattress, putting myself into what she’d already demonstrated were her capable hands. I felt the mattress shift as she moved to the foot of the bed. Slowly, gingerly, she began to kiss and lick her way toward my groin. Her mouth was so soft my nerve endings went haywire. By the time she reached my cock, I was rock-hard again. I felt as if I’d gotten a shot of whatever energy she had coursing through her. The young can work magic that way.

Being blindfolded enhanced the experience in a myriad of ways. I couldn’t see what she was going to do next. All my pleasure receptors were focused on the way her mouth felt, the way her hair tickled, the way her skin felt on mine when she put her palms against me. After bobbing up and down, she then ducked her head to lick and kiss my balls. I caught my breath at the sensation. That warm, wet mouth drove me wild. She really knew how to please a guy. She even darted her tongue in that space behind my balls, and I thought I was going to lose it right then. But she gripped my dick in her hand with some force, and I found the will to stave off my orgasm. One thing for sure, I wanted this to last.

Tori got me to a state of complete agitation. Then she flipped around so that her mouth was still on my cock, but her pussy was in front of my lips. I smelled the sweet scent of her before I flicked out my tongue to taste her. Tori went wild. She pressed her pussy to my lips, hard, indicating exactly how she wanted me to work her. I responded automatically. I sucked at her clit fiercely, and she rewarded me by echoing the movement with her mouth on my cockhead. We sucked each other as if choreographed. Forget synchronized swimming. This was synchronized sucking. I could have sixty-nined with her all night long, lost in the haze of almost reaching the gold ring. But Tori broke the cycle. When she came, she rattled the bed. In fact, she slid right off my mouth, the orgasm shook her so fiercely.

I couldn’t help myself. I removed the blindfold. I wanted to see what she looked like. She rolled onto her back and stared at me with those wonderful eyes.

“Oh, man,” she said. “You really know how to use your tongue, don’t you?”

I didn’t want to stop. I gripped her and brought her back so that she was straddling my face. I wanted to make her come again and again. Tori didn’t have any problem with that. She braced herself and let me tongue her until I brought her to another climax. She groaned and writhed until my mouth and face were covered with her luscious nectar. Then she slid off me and got off the bed.

I watched her move to a different scenario, the one in front of the twinkling Christmas tree.

“Fuck me here,” she insisted.

I was at her side in a blink, taking her against the faux mantel, making the stockings rock. I couldn’t have asked for a better holiday gift. The renewal of my libido. The reawakening of my sexual prowess. I held her hips as I fucked her. Then I let one of my hands cradle her pussy so that her clit rested lightly on my fingertips. She moaned at this move, and I could feel how hot and horny she was. Even after multiple orgasms, Tori was ready for more.

The two of us came together for this ultimate ride. We were dusted with glittery fake snow, and we both wore smiles that spoke of our shared pleasure. When we parted, I stood there, staring at her in awe. Tori leaned on her tiptoes and kissed me. She looked up, and my eyes followed. We were standing under the mistletoe.

“Fuck the photo,” Tori said as we parted. “Do you live close by?”

I nodded. “Five minutes.”

“Let’s go to your place and do that again,” she said, zipping back into her dress.

I took Tori home with me that night, and she moved in soon after. Her youthful desires and insatiable appetite were the best presents I’ve ever unwrapped.