EROTIC FICTION

Laura’s Christmas

A dark Christmas tale — be careful what you wish for!

Warning: This story has violent scenes!

With a dramatic sigh, Laura planted her bottom on the bar stool and leaned her chin on her hands.

“Heavy day, girlie?” Jan, the bar owner, asked, while he put a wineglass in front of her, filling it with red wine.

“Thanks, Jan. I really need this,” said Laura, taking a sip, and only then she answered his question: “The day was okay, but man oh man, the Christmas dinner. Such a fuss every year.”

“Ah yes, the Christmas dinner with your colleagues!”

“Exactly! So boooooring!”

Laura pulled a face to emphasize her feelings about the dinner before she took another big gulp of her wine.

“What’s wrong with your colleagues?”

Laura turned around to find an attractive man behind her as the owner of the voice.

“Everything,” she answered, “and nothing. I just don’t like these compulsory hoo-ha’s with them.”

“Hoo-ha’s, right!” he laughed ambiguously. “Jan, may I have another beer, please?”

“What are you doing here so late, Mitch?” Jan asked while he poured a beer.

“You know me!” Mitch laughed, “I’m here for the hoo-ha’s!”

Laura blushed when she caught Mitch looking her up and down, from top to toe, especially when his eyes rested on her bottom longer. A lovely tingle took hold of her body and wet her crotch. She closed her legs, and to distract herself, she took another sip of her wine.

“So lady, you don’t like those compulsory hoo-ha’s then?” Mitch said when Jan turned away to tend to two new arrivals. His voice was just loud enough for Laura to hear. He was obviously flirting with her.

“Not with my colleagues, no,” she answered. Now she was the one who took him in from top to toe. An amused smile played around his mouth when her eyes returned to rest on his face. Keeping her gaze captive with his, he leaned closer, until his mouth was close to her ear.

“I have a weakness for women in leather skirts,” he whispered, “your ass,” and with these two words he put his hand on her derriere, “looks fabulous in it.”

“You should be curious to know what I’m wearing under the skirt.”

The words were out even before Laura could think about it. She wished she had never said them.

Again, he only spoke when his mouth was close to her ear.

“I dare you to show me?”

Laura took another sip of her wine. She didn’t look at him; didn’t answer him either. Words escaped her. Every fiber of her body screamed yes, but a tiny decency-angel sat on her shoulder and admonished her: No Laura, no!

“Pour the lady another glass, Jan,” Mitch requested the barman and Laura realized she had finished the first glass of wine in a record tempo.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked, in an attempt to break the silence between them.

“Well,” Jan said from behind the bar, “you know what they say about drunk women.”

“Oh…” Mitch responded, “… do tell.”

Jan only laughed, winked at Laura, and turned back to the other side of the bar to help another guest.

After two more glasses of wine, Laura and Mitch were in a deep conversation about everyday things. Jan stood on the other side of the bar talking with one of the regular guests and seemed to give the couple some room. Laura liked Mitch. Where, in the beginning of the evening, she had realized she was wet, the wine had helped to make her horny enough to throw all caution in the wind.

She turned to Mitch, placed one foot on the bottom of his stool and the other on the footrest of the bar. Mitch watched her but didn’t see yet that she was slowly spreading her legs. Laura took his hand and pushed it under her skirt. He found her wetness and gently spread her lips, looking for more.

“My car is outside,” he said.

Laura promptly hopped off the bar stool. She grabbed her coat, put it on, and walked to the door of the bar. Behind her she heard Mitch say: “Keep the change, Jan.”

He followed her outside, grabbed her hand and walked her to his car, which was one of the few still in the parking lot. Laura got in the car and wondered what she was doing. Her horny feelings had the upper-hand, as she had drowned her common sense in the fourth glass of wine.

Mitch got in on the other side and started the car.

“Where are we going?” Laura asked.

“I know a place.”

Ten minutes later, he parked the car at the edge of a dark forest.

“So lady… it seems you’re so horny,” he laughed and pulled Laura closer. His hand immediately went to her skirt and pushed it up. His fingers roughly penetrated her.

“Careful,” Laura said, but Mitch didn’t seem to hear her. She tried to push his hand away, but didn’t manage. He kept her pinned to the chair with his underarm, while the fingers of his other hand bruised her tender flesh.

How it happened, Laura couldn’t recall later. Mitch had flattened the chair, pushed her down, and pinned her body with his. Her leather skirt was around her hips, her blouse torn and her breasts exposed, and his hand covering her mouth.

Laura fought.

She hit his chest.

Begged him to stop.

She kicked with her legs; turned her body, trying to throw him off her. Nothing worked. The more she fought, the stronger Mitch seemed to become.

His words scared her.

“Come on, slut, don’t pretend you don’t want this! All night you sat there provoking me. Showed me your cunt. You horny little bitch! I will take what’s mine!”

“Stop. Get off me!” Laura screamed.

Mitch rapidly pushed his arm under her legs, lifted them up, and grabbed her wrists. Folded double and stretched open, she lay under him. Somewhere during all the actions, he had taken his dick out of his pants. When he entered her, she again fought like a tiger.

Without success.

“No!” she screamed, “no! No, no, no, no, no!”

Her screaming changed into whimpering and eventually died down until only the silence remained.

Two days later, Laura sat on the windowsill, staring outside. The rainy weather on the other side of the window reflected her dark mood.

How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t he stop me? No, it’s my fault. I wanted it. I wish I’d never done it.

Strong arms grabbed her from behind and pulled her against his hard chest.

“What’s wrong, my sweet love? You haven’t been yourself these last two days,” her husband said.

Already formed tears drew traces of grief over Laura’s cheeks.

“I wanted it. I really wanted it. But…”

Her voice died away. Laura buried her face against his chest. Raw sobs tore through her body. Mitch held his wife tight. He had already said everything he could. Laura remained inconsolable.

“But… there is too big a difference between fantasy and reality,” Mitch finished her sentence.

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