Harriet Peniston 15 - Black Christmas

Harriet does some Christmas shopping and gets more than she bargained for.

Over the last couple of months Harriet had established a little routine. Sex with Andrew was now more regular and without the dreaded condom, and she was able sometimes to perform oral sex on him in the car without complaint, as long as it was parked discreetly. He was still nervous about outdoor sex, but he was certainly a lot less uptight than he had been.

Once the house was empty in the morning she would get her vibrator and watch videos on the big TV screen. Sometimes they were the videos of herself with Witness, other times it was Witness with other women. She watched as more women were added to the Witness Program folder, her own image dropping further back. She no longer felt jealous about it, but pride when she saw her own photo, her face hidden by the “I’ve been Witnessed” sign as with the others, but she knew it was her. She was part of this special, but ever growing group.

On the swinging website she chatted and flirted with other men, but she hadn’t met anyone else since before her birthday. She was making an effort for Andrew.

It was the Friday before Christmas, and she knew it would be the last time alone with her toy, as school was about to break up. She decided to go out and buy a small Christmas present for Angela, as a thank you for the help she’d received. The vibrator she had chosen for Harriet was perfect. It was certainly powerful, despite it’s size, and a pleasure to use. Also it looked fairly anonymous and could easily be mistaken for some beauty product should it be seen by her bedside.

So this morning she had seen Andrew off to work and the children off to school and then went upstairs and opened her bedside drawer to pick up the vibrator. It wasn’t there.

Panicked, she quickly searched through the drawer and then down the side and under the bed. Nothing. She went to the ensuite to see if it had been left there, but still she couldn’t find it. She raced downstairs to search through her bag. Nothing.

A cold chill went through her. She went to Hannah’s room and there it was on her bedside cabinet plugged into her own phone charger. Anger, embarrassment and concern flooded through her. Hannah had been showing a lot of attitude recently, and this took it over the line, but Harriet wasn’t sure how to deal with it. She decided not to reveal that she knew and left it where it was. She’d see what would happen, but something needed to be said. She never thought she had to worry about Hannah in this way, she always seemed averse to public displays of affection, but now she wondered exactly what she’d been up to. She closed the door and went back downstairs, frustrated that her routine had been disrupted. Picking up her coat she decided to go out to buy Angela’s present. The rest of Christmas was all sorted, and this was her final, personal task.

The day was cold, grey and damp. Harriet was wearing boots and a thick corduroy skirt that went down to just below the knee. She wore a seasonal knitted sweater, nothing tacky, but it had a subtle snowflake pattern.

The town was busy. She didn’t want to embarrass Angela with anything expensive, but just wanted to give a token of her appreciation. She ended up browsing a chemist shop for some suitable fragrance.

As she was looking at the shelves a delivery driver came in carrying a large box, he came back with another. He was black and looked to be in his early twenties. Harriet admired his strength as he came back carrying another two boxes and watched him bend as he placed them with the others behind the counter her eyes on his tight behind and slim figure. He noticed her looking as he straightened up and smiled at her. Harriet held his gaze steadily.

Nothing was said, but a lot went on between their eyes. He looked, she smiled. He inclined his head to suggest outside, she nodded. He left, she followed.

Harriet followed him out of the front of the shop and turned into a small alleyway. It was mostly taken up by his van which had been reversed in. She walked behind the van to where he was closing the rear doors. Around them were large metal cages on wheels and commercial bins. As he slammed the second door shut he reached out to Harriet and pushed her against the rear of his van. His hand was already up her sweater and cold against her breast, looking for a way to free it from her bra. His mouth pushed into her own and she pushed her tongue against his. Something about the discovery that morning had stirred something in her. It had been a long time and she was hungry.

Getting herself some space she pulled her sweater up over her breasts and managed to unclasp her bra releasing them to the cold air. Grabbing a tit he pushed her back against the van and she felt a hand lifting her skirt and pushing into her panties. It was seconds before she felt a finger in her cunt.

She could feel the cold air, she felt the van hard behind her, she could hear people in the street just yards away on the other side of the van, but in the moment she didn’t care.

Pushing him away again slightly she turned and leant on the van. He got the message and she felt her skirt being pushed up around her waist and her panties pulled down where they rested on top of her boots.

Leaning against the van, her breasts pushing against the cold metal she felt his cock push into her from behind. A big, beautiful, black cock. It had been too long.

He fucked her fast, but it was deep in her. She gasped, but tried to keep quiet amongst the Christmas shoppers. Her hands grasped and tried to hold onto the smooth metal, his hands firmly gripping her hips as he thrusted. She felt him cum and her orgasm silently flooded through her. She smiled as she felt him fall from her. Turning around she watched as he put his impressive cock back in his pants. She wanted to suck it to see if it had the same exotic taste as Witness, but she knew that the moment was over. He walked to the front of the van and she adjusted her clothes just in time as he drove away. She didn’t know his name. They hadn’t even spoken, but she felt strangely satisfied.

Smiling she returned to the shop to continue browsing the fragrances for Angela.

Having chosen something she thought suitable she returned home, wrapped it, had some lunch and then drove to Angela’s to deliver it.

The estate was as grim as she remembered it, especially under the cold, grey sky, but she no longer felt nervous. Angela buzzed her up and she entered the flat, the smell of cigarettes no longer offended her nose. She felt strong and actually kissed Angela as she handed her the fragrance.

Sensing there was a story, Angela made the inevitable cup of tea and Harriet sat and told her about the van driver. “You exhibitionist slut”, said Angela smiling, “I knew there was more to you that first time we met with Kevin. We both knew you were there for a reason, you know”.

Harriet nodded and then started to cry as the tension left her. Angela hugged her and they sat for a while together. Nothing sexual, just two women understanding each other. Eventually Harriet rose to go home.

Harriet drove home beneath a grey sky, feeling better for her shared moment with Angela. She understood. Harriet reflected on the events of the past year, trying to avoid the more painful memories. Something deep within her had been unleashed and she knew now that she needed to live with it and not keep it bottled up. Time and the years ahead would temper it, she thought. She wondered if Anne would understand. She was older than Harriet and unlike Angela came from a similar background. Maybe she could give some useful advice, maybe about Hannah too. Harriet parked her thoughts as she parked the car on her driveway.

The children were already home from school when she got back and she found her vibrator back in her own drawer as if it had never been anywhere else. She smiled, relieved. Something would have to be said, but not now. It was Christmas.