a hot body

Julia writhes slowly, suspended from the ceiling hook with the glittery star, as the just-added miniature lights twinkle and chase each other around and about her nubile, bodysuited contours.

David smiles and makes sure he has his wife's attention before he bends to adjust the timing of the flash sequencing of the bright little lights.

The chasing pattern of the lights slows to a firefly-like flicker, causing each minibulb to be lit nearly five times longer than before.

Julia notices the change. The tiny lights stay lit long enough now to get hot, but extinguish before they do any real damage. Even so, the young woman starts a more pronounced wriggling, to no avail. As she arches to pull her tender skin from one light, another light invariably ignites the delicate dermis somewhere else. Especially troublesome for the beautiful young woman are the lights in the crisscross around her outthrust cones of titflesh and the g-string of lights between her legs. The sensitive skin of those bared areas is causing unusual feelings of arousal for her, despite, or perhaps because of, the momentary scalding she is receiving. A few of the bulbs between her legs are in contact with the insides of her pulpy pussylips as well as one practically turned right up her asspucker. The burning contact is jolting her with desire, juicing her pussyfolds, greasing her sphincter. She hopes she won't get electrocuted if pussyjuice drips onto the lights.

"She is a hot one, David!" Joan smiles over to him approvingly as she sluices a finger between her captive's slick pussyslabs. David has just added a little more light to the room by getting a roaring fire going in the stone fireplace. Christmas candles also flicker festively on the mantle.

Her husband dusts off his hands as he moves from the hearth, going to his wife's side. "I am glad you approve, dear!" David says, wrapping an arm around her waist as they admire the 'tree'.

"Our friends will be arriving soon for the decorating party!" David says, pulling himself away, heading for the basement. "Why don't you add the garland, while I bring up the box of ornaments?"

"Certainly, dear!" Joan smiles as she bends down to the box the lights were in.

The genteel woman begins to toss Mardi Gras type beads over Julia's head, draping them around the young woman's suckably sweet breasts. The graying woman notes that both her captive's nipples are pierced with little rings hanging from them.

"Well, that will make decorating easy!" she smiles as she hefts the pale bare boobs in her hand, one at a time. She feels Julia push her breasts further into her soft warm hands. She flicks the overstimulated nipples before her hand leaves the titmounds, smiling slyly at the still gagged beauty as she does so.

She bends to have a closer look at Julia's clitoral area. "Oh, no piercings there!" she smiles, rubbing her captive's exposed nubbin before she resumes placing the garlands of glass beads around the tiny waist and wide hips of her catch. The beads sparkle like little jewels under the minilights' flashing.

Moments later, Joan re-enters from the kitchen with a tray of hot toddies as David sets the box of ornaments on the floor next to Julia.

"Dum-dum-dumm-dummmm" goes the fancy doorbell.

"Oh good! They're here! Just in time!" gushes Joan as she heads for the door.