Mistletoe or New Years stories

[pa_boy]

So I thought this would make a fun topic. Does anyone have some good mistletoe or New Years kissing(or more) stories? Maybe someone other than your wife/gf.

I wish I could say I did but alas not so much.

[George VI]

This falls into my theory of times when women willingly do things that they KNOW are wrong, or out of bounds, but do it because of what I call the "I can get away with it because other women are doing it" syndrome.

I can recall three New Years parties, all of them very many years ago.

The first time I experienced this was in my very late teens. I was fairly sober and at a public community party. I had no date there. I wasn't expecting it. But at midnight people started kissing each other. One woman who French kissed me was the girlfriend of a close friend of mine, a very pretty, slender brunette a year or two older than me. Her boyfriend later said that he was taken aback watching his girlfriend suddenly making out with other men, but he just sort of went along with this "tradition."

The second girl that night was the older sister of a friend. She was a couple of years older than me, in her early twenties, also very pretty and a more curvy girl, with long dark hair. I had on one earlier drunken occasion hit on her and was rebuffed. So it was gratifying having her suddenly pressing her lips against me and swirling her tongue around mine and putting some passion into it.

There were some older men there that weren't even part of our group, who also managed to make out with these two girls. A few minutes later I was talking to the two girls alone, who were commenting on how "those older men all like to use their tongues."

[snowlvn]

I used to have a mistletoe beltbuckle that went over pretty well. I got it as a gag gift one year and there after decided to wear it to some select holiday parties. Often I would just get a laugh from other women (not my wife) but occasionally I would get a quick grope from the more intoxicated party ladies.

One time however I attended a holiday party that was also a birthday bash for a lez couple I knew well. Theme was underwear party and one of the ladies had just had a fresh waxing and asked if I would like to see... Hell yes!
She lifted her longer nightshirt out of site of the rest of the party and her puffy pussy lips were too much for me to handle. I immediately dropped to my knees and went to town licking her plump pussy.

Well she moaned and pulled my hair toward her HARD. This went on for only a few moments and we stopped and resumed the party. Well the traditional mistletoe was hanging in a doorway and quite a few kisses were had there but everyone else just laughed at my beltbuckle. Well, everyone but my friend who followed me into the bathroom when I went to go drain off a few of the beers from the night.

I turned to pee and felt her sneak up behind me and wisper in my ear "I didn't get my kiss under the mistletoe..." With that she reached around me and grabbed my cock. This was prior to being done and I was starting to get hard. She turned me around and swallowed my cock to the base. I am pretty thick so not many women in my life could do that but she did in one motion and started going to town.

I wanted to feel myself in her pussy so bad it hurt so I picked her up and positioned myself behind her and thrust into her now dripping pussy from behind. I was so excited I didn't notice her beer on the pedestal sink and in my rush I pushed her forward hard and the beer tipped over making a huge noise. This woke us both up that we were about to get caught and she made her escape before her girlfriend saw.\

Well it was kind of too late... Just the two of us alone in the bathroom made everyone curious and changed the mood quite a bit. I knew it was time for me to leave the party and said a quick goodbye.

We all remained friends and the one girl admitted to me later she was Bi but the dynamic had changed. We hooked up a few more times over the year I lived there but things were certainly never the same.

[George VI]

Apologies for re-posting, but it fits the thread and I wanted to get this in before the holidays.

I was at a New Years Eve party at someone's apartment when I was about twenty; single and unattached that night. We were all pretty drunk by midnight, as we often were back then. There was a girl there, a very pretty little brunette with a nice body, that had recently married a friend of mine. Right before she got serious with her now-husband, we had done a little drunken flirting one night, so I knew there was some attraction on her part.

At midnight people started kissing as was the custom, and then we went back to partying. I was pretty drunk but recall being in the kitchen shortly after midnight with some other friends, when this brunette found me and wanted to give me me a New Years kiss. This immediately became a make-out session, her lips and tongue entwined with mine. as we held each other. I knew her husband was right through the door in the living room, and other friends were watching us there in the kitchen, so I let go of her. But as I dropped my right hand, my hand grazed her left breast, which was clearly braless. I SWEAR that this was an accident. But she then dropped her right hand, and it slid over my cock slowly, clearly not by accident, resting her palm on it for just a moment. I felt guilty about the public display with my friend's wife, but also enjoyed it immensely.

[Hwu]

Ah yes, me and my wife's one and only little tentative baby step into the world of "swinging."

It was New Years Eve three years ago, December 31st 2013. We were having a little party at our place - very little, just three couples including us, none married at this time, all of us very good friends of years - watching some New Years Eve stuff on TV and just hanging out and chatting and of course drinking. (The drinking is noteworthy as I doubt what happened next would have happened had we all been sober.) New Years countdown starts, 10, 9, 8, etc. One couple (who plays no role in the rest of this story) is standing watching the TV, but I had been chatting with the girlfriend of the other couple on the couch and my then-girlfriend-now-wife was standing at the other end of the room near the little snack/drink table with the boyfriend.

We hit 2014! The four of us kind of glance at each other and the boyfriend kind of gives me a little gesture of "by all means," so me and his girlfriend look at each other, smile, and give each other a very quick 1/3 of a second closed-mouth peck on the lips. She then takes a drink and I look back over at my girlfriend and the boyfriend of the girl I've just kissed. I raise an eyebrow as I watch them enjoy a much deeper and open-mouthed-looking kiss that goes on for maybe six or seven seconds. Her eyes are closed and she looks to be in pleasure. They then pull away and my girlfriend blushes and glances at me while biting her lower lip and smiling. I smile back and raise my drink and her, she raises hers back, then we all go "Happy new years!" and all that and party a little more before bed.

That night we passed out drunk but the next night when we were naked in bed together I kind of teasingly asked my girlfriend about it. She confirmed that it was indeed open-mouth. I asked if their tongues touched and she told me they did just for a second right at the end. Then when we were having sex I asked her to kiss me just like they had kissed last night so I could experience her from his point of view, and she did. It's funny, we had just made out with tons of tongue for a long time, but feeling that split second of shy tongue contact at the end of a short kiss from my friend's point of view - knowing that our good friend who we hung out with all the time now knew and would forever know what her tongue tasted like - was just completely different and indescribably hot. I came instantly.

[George VI]

This third incident I'm even less proud of. It was shortly after I was married, at a friend's house for a New Years party. My wife was a nurse and working, so she was not there. I'd had a very long flirtatious relationship with my friend's wife, going back many years, before they were dating. She was a very pretty brunette with a sexy figure and large breasts. I may have secretly kissed her before at some point, perhaps on her wedding night, perhaps some other drunken party. For whatever reason I sort of remember being aggressive and caught her alone in her kitchen after midnight and made out with her. I eventually may have been working my hand up her side to get to her left breast, but I'm quite sure I never got a whole handful. She was all in for a minute, but she was the one who broke it off and rejoined the party.

[Fredox2]

I told this story several years ago here, but it most certainly applies.

Back in 1969 -at 18- I returned home from a year as an exchange student to find, among other changes, that my brother's best friend, who was two years older than I, had gotten a girl pregnant and married her, and was now a father. Because they were the only people in our group who lived like "real adults" in their own apartment, they were also the site of the best parties. New years eve was a great one.

Let me stop, to say that Cathy was a year older than I and just drop dead gorgeous. She was from the next suburb over and Craig had met her at his summer job. When I came back to the U.S. and met her, she was very sweet and friendly, at it was obvious that she was doing her best imitation of a homemaker that should could muster. While I enjoyed the company of both Cathy and Craig, she seemed very much into her new family. Still, it was hard not to look at her and lust.

Back to the party. Their baby was in a back room, and I had gone back that way to use the bathroom, and on the way back stopped to look at him sleeping. Cathy was in the room and quite intoxicated. Standing next to her, and with judgement seriously impaired by alcohol, I slid next to her until our hips were touching. She smiled at me and said, "I never got the chance to give your your happy new year kiss". As I turned for what I thought was going to be a pleasant but quick, perfunctory kiss, she wrapped a hand behind my head and pulled by face down and around to hers for a long, full on the lips kiss. When she lightened her pull on my neck and we broke off the kiss, I was hard as a rock. She, meanwhile, just smiled sweetly and went back to her guests.

I followed shortly thereafter back to the main room, and figured that I'd better slow the drinking down before I got in trouble with her. Still, the party continued, and after a fashion, and more beer, I headed back to the bathroom. When I came out and walked past the baby's room, she was atanding by the crib. Lacking any good judgement, I joined her, and this time she said nothing, but pulled my head down, opened her mouth and we kissed for what seemed like a very long time. By about 5 am as the last guests were finally leaving, I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. I asked Cathy where Craig was, and she told me he was passed out drunk. A second of two of silence, and I was doing what I thought was going to be kissing her goodbye, albeit with a lot more tongue than the typical peck that a departing guest gets.

As we separated and I mumbled some sort of goodbye, she told me I couldn't go yet. I wasn't presumptuous enough to assume anything other than that I was going to get a little more making out with her, when she said, "you've been getting hard all night and it's my fault. Let me make you cum." She absolutely took my breath away with those words. While I was afraid that Craig might wake up, she assured me he wouldn't. I asked where we could go to get undressed (the living room sounded like a bad idea) and she very forthrightly told me, "I'll have to just jack you off. Craig might want to fuck me later and he might notice if I've just done it with you."

I'm not sure if I was disappointed at the time -I just don't remember- but what I remember clearly is that when she unzipped my pants and took my cock out, I came when she had maybe stroked it twice.

I also remember quite clearly that she told me as I was leaving, "Call me Monday in the afternoon and we can get together", leaving me anticipating that I would finally get to fuck her.

(Not new years eve, but two days later, I discovered that sweet, innocent looking young Cathy was a major nymphomaniac. After calling her we wound up naked in her bed, and as I was struggling to get in her, she said, "Let me get the vaseline. I need it with almost everyone I go to bed with." I thought she was sort fo joking, so I said, "ALL those men, huh?" And she replied, "Well, it not THAT many, but if guys are nice to me, I let them have sex with me. I like it." As I later found out, she really meant that: she would fuck almost anyone. And she was so damn tight I can STILL remember what that pussy felt like!!)
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And fast forwarding to about a year ago, I have moved back to my old home town and became curious about women I used to know, among them Cathy. I was able to determine that she does still live in this city and is single. (She divorced Craig decades ago and hasn't remarried). I sent her a brief note on Facebook, basically just saying hello. I got a reply that included the suggestion that we should grab a cup of coffee and catch up.

It's worth noting here that I'm 65 and she's a year older than I am. I've gotten used to the fact that all the old friends that I recall from back in my 20's are less than alluring these days, so I didn't exactly have high expectations. When we met, it was obvious that she takes very good care of herself, and dresses beautifully, but the passage of time was obvious. We met at a cafe with outdoor tables and chatted over coffee for a half hour or so. We talked about where life had taken us but really didn't discuss our encounter in the past, since there really wasn't much to talk about. After all for each of us the other was someone that you haven't talked to in over 40 years, who you never really knew well in the first place, and with whom the sum total of your relationship was that you fucked a few times.

I couldn't resist thinking about the sex we had, however, and then it dawned on me that she could hardly not have thought of it as well, since there hadn't been much else. Even though I knew it might put her off to bring the subject up, I figured that the worst that could happen is that she would simply cut the conversation short and leave. I said, "Cathy I have to tell you: you were an young man's wet dream. I still think of you jacking me off at that New Year party."

There was a half beat of silence and she said, "I probably liked sex a little too much when I was young." I laughed and said that I did too, but I never grew out of it. I told her that I wish that I had had then the perspective that I have now.
She asked what I meant and I said, "I think I was a little put off by things then. If that were now, I suspect I would have just enjoyed it and not much cared who else you were doing." (Mind you there was nothing about this encounter that made talking to her like that appropriate or that indicated it would be welcome. I just didn't think I had much to lose.)

She was quiet for a minute, and I figured that I had offended her. I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be presumptuous." She smiled and said, "No, it's OK. I was just thinking about how long ago that was and how much time and experience change us." I was fairly sure she was telling me, in essence, 'That was me then, not me now' and found myself thinking how incredibly exciting she had been way back then. I really didn't know where to take the conversation and I genuinely couldn't think of much to say. I looked at her and said, "Cathy, it's been fun seeing you again. I guess we should get going."

I walked her back to her car and held the door for her as she got in. As I was standing in the open door I thought of the story of the guy who asked every girl he met if he could have sex with her, and claims that he got slapped a lot, but he also got laid a lot: what could it hurt to ask? As I was trying to screw up the courage to suggest we meet again, she said, "I'd let you have sex with me if you want."

She remains an interesting contradiction. I don't think anyone looking at this very good looking older woman would guess that she will fuck at the merest suggestion. She doesn't have a flirtatious personality, nor does she act suggestively. But in the past several months I have never once had her say "no" when I've called and asked if I could come over. Just for fun, and to see what her reaction would be, I have called her and simply asked, "Can I come over and fuck you?", and I get a completely serious, straightforward answer, as though it were just a normal question. I have called her and asked if she wanted to go grab lunch, and been asked if I wanted sex before or after lunch (I actually asked, "Am I that predictable?", to which she replied, "No, but I know you like to fuck me, and I just need to know if I need to be ready when you get here."

[karlhein]

Not mistletoe or New Year related, but relevant.
Several years back I was at a meeting in Honolulu. The wife and I went to a luau, a half hours bus ride out of the main downtown area. It was pretty well organized, and they had a lot of ice breaking activities to get folks into the right mood. One was where all the guys lined up on one side, and all the girls on the other, and you went down the line saying aloha and sharing a kiss. Many were cheek kisses, most were little pecks on the lips, but 3 of the ladies kissed a little longer, and slipped me a little tongue. I'm enough of a gentleman not to be crude, but when a lady offers me her tongue, I know how to respond. Again, it was in a line, which kept moving, but it was a very pleasant surprise to get some tongue in a situation where I didn't expect it.

Later in the evening I was on my way to the bathroom, when one of the 'tongue ladies' was coming back from the bathroom. I recognized her (one remembers things like getting tongue), said aloha, and spread my arms wide. She hugged me, nice feeling body, and gave me a good kiss again. Since there wasn't a line moving, the kiss lasted a bit longer, and the tongue action was more protracted. As we parted, I made sure that my hands slid along the side of her chest, feeling the swell of her nice braless titties. She got a big smile, steped past me, but ran her hand across my crotch, saying aloha to you to big boy.
Nothing further transpired, but the wife did get fucked 3 times that night.

[piecenick]

A widow friend of my wife's, Beth, was dating this guy that we could not stand, he was rude, always late, dressed like an unmade bed, great at dodging a check, fat, bald and arrogant. But Beth was lonely and grasping at straws, she didn't really need to, she was nice and fairly attractive. One night the 4 of us we eating out and my wife ended up at the table alone with Mr. Charming for a few minutes. He insisted there was chemistry between them and wanted my wife to sneak away for an afternoon with him, she got pissed but held off telling her friend immediately, she was afraid it would depress her.

A few weeks later we went to a Christmas party with them, there were a lot of mistletoe around and a lot of good natured kisses on the cheek. Mr. Charming caught my wife under a sprig and kissed her with tongue until she had to shove him away. This was in front of her friend, that was the last straw, she slapped his face like I thought she was going to decapitate him. We were in our car so the 3 of us left him there, we took Beth home and we went home. She was over him, no regrets. But after we dropped Beth off my wife said, 'for a few seconds he was a pretty good kisser.'

[Fredox2]

Further to my experience with Cathy, I dropped by her house yesterday morning and told her I had posted the story of our original meeting and reconnection. She was a little surprised -she seemed uncomfortable that I had posed it in such a public way. I brought it up on my iPad and had her read it.

As we were having a cup of coffee when she finished reading, I asked her what she thought. Her response was that it made her seem like a sl*t. I kind of laughed and said, "Well, Cathy, you were kind of a sl*t. I still remember you telling me back then, as we were driving to a friends apartment to have sex, about some friend of Craigs you thought was strange because he was just as happy rubbing up against you and cumming in his pants as he was cumming inside of you. That's when I realized you were having sex with a lot of guys."

She said that she remember the guy, although not telling me about him, and then said, "I just like to have sex, and I was too young to be very discrete I guess." I said, "Well, you weren't very discrete at you guys' New Years Eve party. When we were making out in the baby's room, I don't think we were ten feet from other people, and I don't remember a door on that room." She said that at the time she thought about that and it made it really exciting.

We finished our coffee and I told her I had to leave soon. I asked what she would be doing for New Years Eve, and she told me that she had no plans. I suggested she come to my house, where there will be a small party. She said, "Your girlfriend will be there, right?" and I said she would, so a little discretion would be in order (Mikki almost certainly knows I have fuck buddies -we talked about it when we met and her response was that she didn't want to know. we NEVER talk about it, and it never interferes.) I told her she could bring a friend.

And then I asked a small favor of her: "I want to replay the first time we got together. If the opportunity presents itself, I want to get you alone while I've got a house full of people, but this time I want to fuck you. Can we do that?" She said she was more than up for that, so we'll see how the party shapes up next week!