Delivering his gifts: A Christmas romance with a mysterious mountain man (Erotic Anthology)

Ten years ago I was still in college. I was studying in my hometown. I wanted to be a teacher, I always wanted it and I was about to achieve my goal. I was excited, I was eager to start working, to teach, it was what I wanted. That November I would take a little vacation, go to the other side of the world. Specifically to Australia, a country that attracted me because of its beauty, because of its culture. It was time to get to know that country just before my life began a new phase. I thought I was living a unique moment, and I was going to enjoy it to the fullest. My life at the university was coming to an end, but I was happy. I had made many friends there, which I would probably keep for a lifetime. I would be traveling to Australia completely alone and my friend was a little nervous about this.

-Are you sure you want to do this alone?- She had repeated that question many times during the last week.

-Yes, Cameron. I want to go alone. It's just a little vacation. I can take care of myself. It's not like I'm going to be kidnapped in Australia.- I've already responded to my friend Cameron's interrogations with some trepidation.

Cameron had been a big part of my life during my time in college. We hadn't been separated for that long, and I hoped we would continue to be friends after college. She continued to voice her concerns about my trip on several other occasions, which I found extremely upsetting, but I had to admit that her concern about the whole thing made me feel loved. I had already bought my ticket. There was no turning back. I would be leaving in a week, and that added to my enthusiasm and good mood. I would only be there a short time; I wasn't going to leave my parents alone for a long time. They were old, and I was watching over them at all times, which is why Cameron kept up her extensive tirade.

-How long will you be gone? Your parents need you.-

-Not for long, Cameron.- At that moment I was just answering briefly and precisely without giving too many explanations.

The night before my flight, I couldn't sleep. I thought about all the things I would do when I got to Australia, all the places I was dying to go, to know. I had informed myself in detail about the most relevant tourist sites, about the typical food of that country, and everything when I had to know if someone was going to spend a fun vacation in Australia. I was heading to Sydney. A beautiful place where I could enjoy my leisure days to the fullest. I had everything ready for the trip, my luggage, my passport, everything, and since I could not sleep, I got up to finish the details. As soon as I could, I left to go to the airport. It was very cold, and I left the house very well wrapped up. Already on the plane, my nerves hit me very hard. I did not know exactly what to expect, but my excitement was overtaking my nerves, and I smiled at the prospect of a fun vacation in a faraway land.

-Would you like anything else?- A stewardess asked me nicely.

-No, thank you.- I answered sincerely and went to sleep. The dream had come with all intensity because I had not slept very well because of the expectation. It was a long journey.

When I landed, my heart was pounding as if it wanted to get out of my chest. Everything I saw was impressive. I went straight to the hotel from the airport in a cab. The taxi driver was also a foreigner, but luckily he spoke English and took me directly to the hotel where I would be staying during my visit to Sydney. That city, the most beautiful and oldest of Australian cities, was extraordinary. I turned my head from side to side, peeking out of the window. Not like a canine would do, but almost. I was dying to explore those streets, to go to the most visited parks in the city, however, before that it was necessary to stop at the hotel, to refresh myself, to rest. There would be time to do the typical tourist things. Whether it was going on the impressive ferry, or going to the incredible port bridge. I wanted to do it all before my return home. Once at the hotel, I saw everything around me, paid the taxi driver, and got out of the car towards the entrance of that beautiful hotel.

-Welcome!- I was welcomed by the hotel receptionist with a big smile on her face.

-Thank you.- It was the only thing I could respond to, even with an undeniable dreamy expression.

I went up to my room and collapsed on the bed fully dressed. It was hard for me to fall asleep, but I finally did. When I woke up, I would begin my adventure in that exotic country.

When I woke up, it was hard to remember where I was, then my heart skipped a beat and I remembered I was in a hotel in a faraway city. I woke up ready to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. With the camera in hand, I left the hotel, realized that there was a park nearby, and headed for that place. As I walked, I looked at the cobblestone streets and historic rock buildings. I was taking pictures of everything when I saw it. I had stopped at a museum; the paintings made by the aborigines who ruled the city were unique. I was impressed. Perhaps the park I had seen on the way to the hotel was not as close as I had thought. Everything there was beautiful and worth the visit. I was meeting people who were as impressed as I was by the beauty of the place. Around noon, I decided to go to an open-air restaurant, I wanted to keep watching. The atmosphere was magnificent, I wanted to be outside. I ordered the treatment of the people was friendly, I loved being there. While I was waiting, I read a book that I had brought with me just for that purpose: to wait while my food was being served. Suddenly, a man who had been sitting a few tables away and who was also eating alone came up to me. When I realized that someone was walking towards me, I looked up from my book and saw him: he was a very muscular, attractive man; he caught my attention from the first moment. He seemed to be a very masculine man, who did a very heavy job. That was the impression he gave me.

-Good afternoon. I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I couldn't help but notice that you're eating alone too. You are carrying a camera, so it seems to me that you are visiting our country, and I wanted to come and welcome such a beautiful lady.- His way of expressing himself, his gestures, his manners, everything about him aroused a singular interest in me. I looked down at the lump between his legs, and for a fraction of a second I saw, and then I looked up again. I felt his blush, but he seemed not to notice and only smiled waiting for my response.

-Oh, thank you. How kind. It's a very beautiful city.- I replied, and without being able to stop myself, I added: -If you wish, you can come with me and tell me which places I can visit.-

After a couple of minutes, the waitress brought me my food, and he introduced himself. His name was Oliver; his conversation was easy, intelligent. I smiled politely as I listened to him. He had been very kind in approaching me to keep me company, although I thought at the time that was all it was: kindness, like everyone else in that place since my arrival. However, after a while, I realized that I had attracted this man. He told me that he was a mountain miner. That's why he was so muscular; I couldn't help thinking right away.

-It is a priority that you visit the national parks, if you like the outdoors, of course. I can be your guide.- Oliver offered, and I smiled gratefully.

Of course, I wanted to visit the national parks, especially if it would be in the company of such a manly man. I was willing. After I told him exactly where I was staying, we said goodbye and I returned to the hotel experiencing a very strange feeling. I was attracted to him, it was a fact. I couldn't deny it. I had agreed that he would show me the most interesting places in the city, but only for that reason, or was there something else? I lay in bed with my hands behind my head looking at the ceiling, pensive. I picked up the phone, determined to cancel, after all that man, Oliver, was a stranger, but I didn't. Something told me I should go out with him; it wasn't a date anyway, was it? I would find out.

I had agreed with Oliver to visit some park two days after our first meeting. On the appointed day, I got up very early in the morning. I got up much earlier, as I liked to be on time, and I managed as best I could. We would only go to the parks; I didn't need to dress up too much, although I struggled with the idea, as I wanted to impress him. I caught myself thinking about it, and I shook my head. It wasn't a good idea to go that way. I finished getting ready and went down to the hotel lobby where I would wait for Oliver. He showed up, and we left for where Oliver would take me. I had no idea where he was taking me, but when we were there I didn't want to leave. Everything was of unparalleled beauty, and it turned out that Oliver was an excellent tour guide. As we drove, he told me the story of everything around me. That's how it was both there and back. On the way back we walked through the beautiful cobblestone streets, and everything seemed to indicate that it was a romantic date, without a doubt. We walked very close to each other, now and then he brushed my arm with his as he told me the story of the places we met along the way.

-I hope you had a good time.- Oliver said when we stopped for no apparent reason. I was a little nervous about having him so close. My eyes were going to his muscles again. I took a hand to my face, but only for a moment.

-Yes, it was fun. Thank you for showing me your city.- I said with a big smile on my blushing face.

He came closer to me, but I thought he couldn't make up his mind. He was close enough to smell your scent; however, I knew his intentions were different. I saved the rest of the distance, and he kissed me lightly on the lips, there in the middle of a cobblestone street in Sydney. The scene could not have been more romantic, and of course, perfect. It was impossible for my emotions not to be aroused. Suddenly we hugged and kissed more passionately. My breasts were pressed against his muscular chest, and I liked it. I hadn't been able to push him away. How could I? The situation had gotten out of hand. My wishes had been granted. After we had been kissing for what seemed like a considerable time, we parted and walked very close to each other until we reached my hotel, where Oliver said goodbye in the lobby. I didn't want him to leave; I wanted him to accompany me upstairs. His kisses had awakened my desires, I was excited, and he excited me. I looked into his eyes, hoping that he would see in them my desires, my longings. He lowered his head, and with a somewhat sad smile said:

-I must go.-

I didn't understand the reason, but I knew that he too wanted to stay as much as I wanted him to stay. Once again I approached him and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. Perhaps he was just being a gentleman. I held his hand and responded:

-No, you don't have to go.-

Hearing me say those words, something in his countenance changed. It was an expression of determination, he had already finished deciding, and that decision was the one I would have expected him to make. We went up to my room together. On the way, Oliver took my hand and squeezed it a little. It was clear that he wanted me too, perhaps more than I wanted him.

-That's the one. -I said.

Oliver didn't let me finish talking; he led me to my bedroom door and kissed me ardently against the door. Holding my face with both hands in a gesture of overwhelming passion, his kisses were soft but very sensual. His way of kissing was driving me crazy. His lips felt so good, my pussy started to get wet beyond repair. He brought his hands to my hair and drew me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, placing one hand behind his head, and we were lost in a kiss that required something else to happen without delay. He touched my breasts gently. I wanted to enter the room and finish what we had started there; however, Oliver continued to kiss me endlessly, touching my breasts. He held a hand to my crotch and caressed my pussy.

-Open your legs a little more.- Oliver whispered in my ear, and those words had an immediate effect on me.

I obeyed him without thinking too much. He put his hand in better, and I groaned slowly, just a very erotic groan that ended up convincing Oliver to come into the room. I turned to open the door, and he kissed my back, touching my breasts from behind. I opened, and he led me to the wall nearest the door, at no time had he stopped kissing me, holding me, caressing me, telling me how beautiful I was. His hands were everywhere, he left nothing out, he left nothing uncaressed. He stripped me of my clothes, I was left in my underwear, and Oliver pulled my breasts out of my bra so he could put them in his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over one of my nipples, while he rubbed another with one finger. I thought he would go crazy with pleasure. I was now free to make all the noise I wanted and I let out a very audible moan, he stuck his pelvis more to my pussy rubbing, while still licking my nipples alternately. He changed his mind by holding a hand to my crotch. I was on the verge of losing my mind, my mind felt foggy as if I were in a dream. Oliver expertly masturbated me, sucking on my nipples. I was so wet; my fluids completely wet my panties and were already seeping through the fabric. Oliver's fingers got wet, and he put those fingers in his mouth, savoring my fluids. His face, when he did that, was that of a man who desires with all his strength.

He bent down, pulled back my panties, and sank his face between my legs, licking my clitoris slowly, savoring everything that was leaking out and onto his tongue. I put one leg on his back to make it easier for him, while Oliver stuck his tongue deep into my pussy. I screamed, drawing his head further into my pussy. He focused on my clitoris, and stuck two fingers in; it was what I had been waiting for. I was screaming, moaning, squirming, glued to the wall. Oliver was eating my pussy like a, particularly delicious ice cream. He was moving his tongue very fast, sucking on my lips, and not forgetting to move his fingers inside me, giving me so much pleasure that I thought I would not be able to stand for much longer. He would stir his hair with his hands. He was taking me to the top, to the highest, to the pinnacle of the most intense pleasure. It was so intense; I started to mumble things without realizing it.

-Please, Oliver, don't stop.- I mumbled, clinging to Oliver's hair.

Hearing this, Oliver doubled the speed of his tongue movements around my clitoris. My screams echoed across the room, and I had an orgasm that flooded Oliver's face. He licked himself and gave one last lick before getting up. Once up, Oliver turned me over with one hand, so that I was left with my cheek against the wall. He threw away his pants that he had been wearing up until that moment, and I turned my head to see what was waiting for me. His dick was so hard that I thought it must be something painful, but I wasn't sure. I reached out to touch it and wet my fingers, as the tip was covered with a clear liquid. He salivated his glans a bit and pointed at my pussy. I lifted my hips to give him access, he grabbed my hips for support and sank into my pussy moving slowly enjoying the moment as he gave me a little kiss on the back and said:

-You are so beautiful.-

At that moment, I turned my head again for him to kiss me as he lunged at me, this time a little faster, and moaned against his mouth. His cock was piercing me, and he was making very pleasant movements that left me breathless from so much moaning and screaming at once. Without delay, Oliver increased the speed of his onslaughts, pulling his hands off my hips to grab my hair and pull it out a bit. His hips moved at a formidable speed, causing his pelvis to crash into me. I had to admit that I found this noise very erotic, a noise that increased until it became a scandal in addition to my deafening screams.

-Ohh, Oliver.

His name just slipped out of my mouth, and he penetrated me with violence. My face was more and more attached to the wall until I had another orgasm that almost brought me to my knees. I felt that my legs could no longer support my weight, but Oliver kept me from falling and carried me in his arms to the bed, where he kissed me again, caressing my face. Even as he kissed me, he penetrated me in that position and unleashed his full potential, letting his pelvis hit me hard, ramming me hard, leaving me defenseless, but without a doubt, rising to the heights of boundless pleasure. He took his kisses to my breasts, licking my nipples as he rudely penetrated me. He turned me over and I crawled on my bed. He took me without any problem, lifting me as if my weight were nothing. His muscular arms could do it without a hitch. Oliver was unstoppable, he didn't let me do anything, and I let myself do it. He would hold me by the hips and draw them closer to him, to his big cock. I leaned forward hard, it hurt a little, but I didn't want him to stop for anything. My buttocks hurt, from the constant movement, the constant pounding, but I didn't care. So it would be difficult for me to sit down the next day. Oliver continued to ram me, and added spankings, which took me by surprise, however, I said nothing and let myself go when I felt a third orgasm come rushing in until it blew up in me, and I screamed like a madman collapsing on the bed, for my knees finally gave way, but Oliver picked me up again and rammed me with everything until a very audible grunt came out, and he fell on the bed as well.

I remained in that position while the semen rolled down my buttocks and fell on the bed. It had been an unforgettable session; Oliver was a lover like few others. Although I was young, I doubted that there were men as virile and as good lovers as Oliver. That was what I was thinking at that moment. I settled down and rested my head on his chest while he was still breathing heavily. I felt satisfied; I felt something very close to happiness. This man inspired confidence in me. I didn't know where it was all going, but I could wait. For the moment I was enjoying what was happening, and weighing up what had already happened. Oliver put a tender kiss on my head.

-I feel so comfortable and at ease here by your side. We don't need to talk to feel totally comfortable. It's amazing.

Those were his words before we both fell asleep, hugging. It was so spectacular; I fell asleep with a smile on my lips, a smile that would last me all the next day. Oliver spent the night with me, and we had breakfast together in the restaurant near the hotel where I was staying. I liked those open-air restaurants, where the food was very good and the atmosphere pleasant. It was one of my favorite things in that city. Oliver and I had a lively conversation as if we had known each other all our lives. I was laughing non-stop, and he treated me very well. Something beyond the physical was growing between us, which began to terrify me as the days went by. I had only gone to see that city, I was on vacation, and soon I would have to return, what would happen with Oliver? It was a question that was repeating itself in my mind with insistence.

He and I saw each other every day, every day during my vacation. He took me everywhere, and he always paid. We were practically a couple, he held my hand and we walked slowly talking about everything, about our respective lives. I told him about how much I wanted to start my career. He told me about the mine and how hard it was to work there. He also told me that his parents were gone. He opened up to me in a great, sincere, unadorned way. I did the same with him, and there was no way that it wasn't turning into love. I knew that, but I hadn't wanted to accept it. My mind refused to accept what my heart already knew from the beginning. I was not sure what he thought, however, I had a rough idea. I was based on how he treated me on those long walks where we were getting to know each other better, with those romantic candlelit dinners. Oliver was a very attentive, romantic man, and I loved that.

-Oliver, in a very short time I must return to my country. Have you not thought about that?- I told him one afternoon during our walks after drinking some coffee.

-I have thought about it for every second that has passed since I met you.- Replied Oliver without going into too much detail, but in his voice, I noticed the sadness. It was time to say goodbye. I said nothing, and we continued walking, it was a sad moment for both of us. I didn't want to leave Oliver, but I had to go home, my parents needed me and it was a priority for me to finish my studies.

Christmas Day was approaching at breakneck speed. I had barely noticed that December had arrived when Christmas was just around the corner. All my time had been devoted to Oliver, and I had no regrets. That had become the best vacation of my life. The time I had spent with Oliver had been worth every second, not to mention how good a lover Oliver was. I had been shocked and dazzled afterward. On several occasions, I would catch Oliver looking at me with a lot of sadness in his eyes. I understood exactly how he felt since I felt the same way. We were in the same position. Soon I had to leave, and I was not amused. I imagined myself crying at the airport as Oliver hugged me and cried on my shoulder. It was not a good image.

Suddenly, I realized that I would be spending Christmas day away from home. I woke up that day with a start, and when I looked to the side, I saw that Oliver was there. We spent the night together once again. I had dreamt that I was already home and Oliver was no longer by my side. In a few days, I would return home and the tears ran down my cheeks and into my mouth. I woke up leaving Oliver in bed. I would get ready before he realized that I had been crying. When he woke up, he left, promising that we would meet that night.

-I'll pick you up tonight. We'll have dinner at my house. Just you and me.- Oliver said as he said goodbye and gave me an unusually long hug.

-I can't wait.- I said, my voice breaking into tears.

I never thought it would be so difficult, I never imagined I would feel what I feel for him now. How did I let that happen? It was something I could have avoided, or maybe not. That night, I dressed up for the occasion, and Oliver picked me up as he had promised. When I arrived at his house, I found a table ready for dinner for two. I opened my eyes wide in shock, dinner was ready, and we ate talking normally, trying to ignore the situation.

-I'm sorry; I have to go to the bathroom to powder my nose. Could you tell me where it is located? -I asked, and he led me to the bathroom.

When I left the bathroom I felt calm, dinner had dispelled some of the sadness, and I could never have preceded what I saw when I showed up again to continue with dinner. Oliver was on his knees, with a ring in one hand, and on the other hand, something I could not see well because of the emotion I felt. His words came to me as if from a badly tuned radio. I put my hands to my mouth, and I could not articulate a word.

-Will you do me the honor of being my wife?- Oliver asked.

I couldn't speak, I was shocked, my mind was slow as if I couldn't interpret what was happening. When I returned to reality, I was able to respond to the man kneeling in front of me.

-Yes, of course, I did.-

Oliver stood up and lifted me in his arms kissing me as I struggled to hold back my tears. I never thought anything like this could happen. And there we were, engaged, and happy.

I stayed in Australia until the New Year. What Oliver had in his other hand was a block of gold, which he had found in the mine. After Oliver's proposal, I called my parents, who thought it was crazy at first, but then gladly accepted. We arrived in the United States in January and got married right away. Oliver was able to get a pass to be in the country and started working for the same company, but from an office in the United States. The wedding was magnificent, dreamy, and I was happy to be married in my country, so my parents could be present. I could not have asked for anything better, and with the money from the gold block, we bought a beautiful house in Chicago where we lived happily. Our love grew day by day. A love that started one afternoon somewhere in Sydney, Australia...

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