A Visit from Her Guardian Angel
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The door slammed firmly shut and Clara let out a long sigh. She was all alone now, the house empty and quiet and devoid of people until the following day. She couldn’t lie to herself, she was feeling lonely already and her children hadn’t even set off in the car yet. Clara had dreaded this part of Christmas Day for a while now. Her two children were always going off to spend the evening with their father, her ex-husband William. She had had them all day and it was only fair. Her brother, his wife, and their two children had gone home to bed – their two were toddlers and couldn’t be expected to keep them up into the evening and so they had gone home taking Clara’s elderly parents home at the same time. A long day all around and everyone needed their bed it seemed, despite the evening not having started.Christmas Dinner did that to a lot of people. Clara wandered back into her kitchen and stared around wondering what to do with her evening. There wasn’t any tidying to do, her brother Simon had insisted on washing up and cleaning everything down before he went so that was one job done. ‘‘Just relax,’ he kept on saying. ‘Spend some time for yourself.’Her sister-in-law, Catherine, had agreed and had bestowed her with the usual bath bomb shit, face masks, and everything for a home pampering session you could think of and Clara had to admit – the idea was a good one. She was used to spending time alone since her divorce, and since her ex had become weekend Dad, but there was always stuff to do that she hadn’t noticed the boredom until now. She contemplated getting in touch with friends, but they were all with their own families – she knew no one single and alone.’Only one thing for it then Clara,’ she said out loud to herself. She grabbed a bottle of wine out the fridge and poured herself a large glass, scratching at her fancy dark blue Christmas Day dress in the process. She wore her dress modestly, it covered well past her knee and she’d worn a fancy tank-top underneath to make sure her cleavage wasn’t on display. Nobody to show her cleavage off too. If she was on a date it would be another story but that was a long time ago. She didn’t own the underwear for https://escortium.org that, nor the time and confidence for it. Her sex life with William had been perfunctory, he hadn’t liked anything fancy or well, seemingly anything.It’s why his affair had hurt. Really hurt.She ignored all feelings on that score and wandered through to her living room, with a plan to gorge herself on the chocolate that lay there and drink half a bottle of wine before hitting the bath bomb. She may even wear the nice pyjamas that one of her friends, Jackie, had given her. They were sexier than normal and were a result of a conversation where Clara remembered clearly saying that all she wanted for Christmas was a ‘good fuck,’ The type of fucking that ‘she had never had with William.’She blushed just remembering the conversation.Knock-Knock’ It wasn’t long before her solitude was disturbed by a smart tapping at her door. Clara opened it to reveal a good-looking man, dressed in a smart charcoal grey suit and a white shirt. He wore no tie and his hair was short and immaculate. He was tall, handsome, and had a spicy cologne smell that gave a pleasant aroma to Clara’s nostrils. His face had a slight stubble to it and, if she had to admit, was one hundred percent her type, even if he looked a few years younger than she did. ‘Hi there,’ the handsome stranger said with a piercing smile that showed off a row of pearly white teeth. His eyes were wide and genuine, deep brilliant blue eyes that she almost lost herself in. ‘Clara?’ He asked.‘Er yes,’ she said with a slight cough. ‘Who are you?’‘I’m your guardian angel, call me Gabe. May I come in?’Clara was taken aback by the answer but felt compelled to step aside and let him in. ‘My guardian angel? I find that hard to believe. Who really are you and why are you here?’‘I told you, I’m your guardian angel. I’ve come to fulfil your Christmas wish Clara.’‘My Christmas wish?’Gabe grinned. ‘You have spent too long on everyone else’s needs but your own Clara, I have come to help with that.’ His eyes ran her up and down and she felt a flutter inside. She caught the hidden meaning but still pressed the issue.‘Help with what?’ she asked.‘I just want to give you a fucking good Christmas,’ said Gabe with the emphasis on the word fucking. ‘I will do everything that your heart secretly desires.’Clara almost coughed and went over to where her wine was. She quickly downed an entire glass, her hands trembled. ‘And I’m supposed to fuck a random stranger that turns up out the blue claiming to be my angel?’ ‘Well I’m not that much of a stranger,’ Gabe said.God Jackie would be all over me to do this, Clara thought as she chewed her lip. Gabe sat, uninvited, on her sofa. ‘Let me show you that I’m your angel,’ he said softly. He clicked his fingers and the wine bottle was replaced by champagne and two glasses. Clara’s eyes almost popped out of her head and gazed straight at him. He clicked his finger again.‘How did-?’ Clara was about to speak but she followed Gabe’s eyes as he looked towards her chest. She looked down. She still wore the same dress as before but the tank top had gone underneath, her cleavage almost popped out. She reached her hand and felt the tell-tale sign of a bra that had magically appeared. She felt uneasy now and clenched her cheeks. That gave her pause for thought even more as her panties felt different. ‘Excuse me a second,’ she said to Gabe and popped out of the room. Clara lifted her skirt dress up and her suspicions were proven right. Gone were the big black panties that she had worn all day, comfy and practical. Now she had on a pair of silky navy blue panties that were smaller and flirtier and was essentially a large bow over her backside. She quickly pulled the top of her dress down and yes, her bra matched.‘What the fuck?’ she said as she walked back into her living room. Gabe sat on her couch still, a friendly and comforting smile on his face. His eyes scanned her body again and it sent a flutter around her. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but the wine from earlier was suggesting that she went along with it. ‘I told you, I am your guardian angel,’ he said. ‘I want to keep you company tonight Clara and to please you.’‘How did you change my clothes like that?’‘Magic of course. I know you’ve always wanted to have drinks in a gorgeous dress, whilst wearing lingerie underneath like that, before having a good fuck. You have always wanted to, but William wasn’t into it was he?’Clara blushed. Everything he said was true.‘So what happens next then is….?’ She left the question hanging in the air.‘We are going to sip the champagne for a while, whilst we start to kiss on the couch. Then you’re going to show me to your room and get on your knees and suck my cock.’‘How did you know that that was part of my fantasy?’‘I know all your innermost desires, my dear. I know you long to be covered in cum. Oh, my dear, your wish will be my command and how I will gladly assist you. I just want it to be said and known Clara, you are one sexy lady.’Clara had no response but to look embarrassed. That was her fantasy but William wasn’t the type that would do that, ever. Gabe poured her a drink and she took it gratefully. It felt warm as she drank it, a glow appearing throughout her body and she felt the rest of her inhibitions finally wash away. She was ready to fuck Gabe now, and fuck him good. They kissed firstly in her living warm. His tongue met hers and she could feel herself getting turned on. His breath was hot and she could taste the champagne on his breath. Her hands wandered and she found herself smiling to herself, one hand on his cock as they kissed. He was getting hard and she liked what she felt. Her new panties had started to dampen as he kissed her neck and cheek, nipping at her earlobe.‘Let’s go upstairs them Gabe,’ she whispered and he nodded.She led the way quietly. He had done his magic in her room already. Her huge winter duvet had disappeared off the bed, replaced by numerous sheets and blankets and arranged in such a way that just begged its occupants to climb on and fuck. Instead, Gabe sat on the edge of the bed and Clara got to her knees. Her hands were trembling with excitement as she undid the clasp on the stranger’s belt, undoing the trouser button and slowly unzipping the suit pants. Underneath he had a tight pair of black boxers on, which she could see his girthy hard cock trying to poke out. Clara excitedly pulled them both down in one go, Gabe’s cock sticking straight out and she immediately look it all in her mouth. Gabe moaned and Clara grinned to herself as she started to lick the shaft.
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