New Year's Party 1.

Winter-cold, lonely houses,

Seas-cities, -everything as if made of ice,

But soon spring, the snow will melt and then

Behind the white wall we will remain with you.

I stood by the window and looked at the street. These words from that popular song just stuck in my head. And no wonder. It's winter outside. The sun is shining brightly, but it doesn't warm. The glass is decorated with frost patterns. Snow was falling in big, fluffy flakes. If only there was a handsome man nearby with the scent of expensive, pleasant perfume. A bouquet of roses, brought straight from the cold. A glass of tart, semi-sweet wine. Mmmmm, beauty-beautiful. Maybe my husband will prepare something similar for New

Year's. That would be nice. I'd thank him with good sex. Ah, dreams-dreams. And then this idyll was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. I turned around. Alla Vladimirovna came in. The rector of our university.

— Svetochka, I have something for you. New Year's is coming soon. We need to organize some event for our students.

— And what kind? Open a bar for selling off alcohol? Or a brothel?

— Sveta, why are you like that? I'm talking about a New Year's disco, with Father Frost, the Snow Maiden, gifts, the Christmas tree must definitely "light up".

— Alla, what are you talking about? Our students only have thoughts about getting drunk and getting laid. What kind of grandfathers and Christmas trees?

— That's exactly because we don't give them enough leisure time. It's all studying and studying. Just look at what a good idea I've come up with. You'll be the Snow Maiden, I'll be the host, Valentina, the librarian, can be some kind of little witch, and we'll pull in a few others.

— Stop-stop, Alla, are you serious right now? Me, the Snow Maiden? I'm over forty. What the fuck kind of Snow Maiden am I?

— Sveta, you'll give our female students a run for their money. You're beautiful, curvy, and you've got a nice ass in moderation. I'm the old one. And none of the students will want to do it. And in our team, you're the most suitable candidate. Agree. You can do it. Help me out. I'll write you a bonus and submit a petition to the education department for your commendation.

Hmm, a bonus wouldn't hurt for the holiday. And screw it, I'll agree.

— Well, who have you picked for Father Frost?

— Do you know Dimochka Morozov? From the second year. An athlete, a handsome guy.

— Well, of course, I know that gigolo. All the girls run after him. A pompous peacock. Okay, agreed. Date and time.

— On the 31st, at 3:00 PM.

— So, what, we'll be here on New Year's Eve? What about home? Setting the table with the family?

— Well, Valya is divorced, her kids have moved away. I got permission from my husband for the holidays. Told him we have a corporate party, and he's happy. And you, I heard you're sending your husband and kids to your mother-in-law. So just say you're staying.

— Okay, we'll figure it out. Who's preparing the script?

That's just what I needed on top of my dreams of New Year's romance. Well, we have to save the honor of the university. I took the script that was left and quickly skimmed through the text. Of course, we need a Father Frost, it'll be easier to get into the role. Alla called and said that Dima agreed and is waiting for me in the assembly hall. I entered the hall and saw Dima sitting on a chair on the stage, legs crossed. I approached the stage.

— Hello, Dima. Do you know why we're here?

— Hello, Svetlana Sergeevna, -he came to the edge of the stage, I was looking up from below, my gaze was at the level of his knees, -Of course. You're the Snow Maiden, I'm Father Frost.-Dima squatted down a little, — Well, shall we rehearse according to the script for now? Come up on stage.

— Why? I'll read from here, and you from there. We'll just read through it here for about 20 minutes and go home.

We ran through the script lines. It seemed to go pretty well. Dima really got into the role. He walked around the stage, gestured, addressed the hall as if it were full. I even smiled watching him. There's something about him. Something incomprehensible, attractive.

— Well, that's it, Dima, rehearsal is over.

— Svetlana Sergeevna, when will the costumes be?

— Alla Vladimirovna promised tomorrow morning.

— So let's do it tomorrow in costumes. We need to get used to them.

— Agreed. Well, now let's go home. Until tomorrow.

— Until tomorrow, -Dima replied.

At home, I talked with my husband. He agreed to celebrate with the kids at his mom's. He let me go. Knowing that in our team there are only three older men, and the rest are women. I kissed him and went to sleep. Something, my intuition told me, this New Year would be special. In the morning, Alla brought me the Snow Maiden costume. A coat and hat of blue color with white, fur trims. White boots, just below the knee. Mittens. Looking further, I was surprised. In the bag were white stockings, panties, and a bra with blue snowflakes.

— Alla, what is this?- I waved the panties.

— Sveta, quiet. It all came as a set.-Alla took the bra, held it against herself.-And it's not bad, actually. Pretty. Don't make a fuss.

— Alla, I'm not wearing this. These are like some sex accessories.

— Sveta, who's going to see? Put it on and run to the hall, Dima is already waiting for you there.

— I'll change in the hall. Let's go.

Dima was already there in his Father Frost outfit. Red coat, hat, beard, and staff. Classic. I went into a separate room to change and was stunned. The coat was so short that when I raised my arms, my thighs were visible above the tops of the stockings. And if I bent over, my panties would show. Alla came in.

— Well, are you ready?

— Alla, what is this? Look at me. I look like a streetwalker.

— Yeah. A bit too short. Well, it's okay. You don't have to jump and run. Let's go already.

She pulled me onto the stage. Dima, looking at me, even opened his mouth in surprise.

— Wow!!! I knew you were beautiful, but in this costume, you're simply stunning. Svetlana Sergeevna, you're a queen, not a Snow Maiden.

— Okay, that's enough. Let's rehearse, -Dima's words really touched me.

It had been a long time since I'd heard such compliments. It felt nice. I almost melted. Alla went into the hall and sat in front of the stage. We remained on top. Alla spoke the host's lines, and we said our already memorized texts. Dima kept looking at me the whole time. Of course. The coat was above mid-thigh. The neckline was such that it barely covered the edge of the bra but revealed a very deep cleavage. I blushed under his gaze, like some student, his girlfriend. The rehearsal ended. Dima came up to me, took my hands just above the elbows, and looking into my eyes, said:

— Svetlana Sergeevna, you are the most beautiful Snow Maiden in the world. Get used to this outfit.

And he lightly pecked me on the cheek. I recoiled from him and looked at Alla. She was sitting and watching us with her mouth open. To say I was in shock is an understatement. I quickly turned around and ran to the room to change. I heard Dima's voice behind me, -Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Of course. Who could resist? I kept remembering that little kiss from my student for a long time. I liked it. So tender, so romantic. That's it, "winter-cold". In the morning, I noticed I was eagerly waiting for our rehearsal. Fuck, but it can't be like this. Even though I want it.

Before the rehearsal, I went to Alla.

— Let's go to the hall already.

— Sveta, let's do it without me today. I'm swamped with work, up to my ears. Oh, by the way, they've already put up the Christmas tree on stage. So be careful.

I took the keys and went to the hall. Dima, already in his Father Frost outfit, was waiting for me by the door.

— Hi, Dima.

— Hello, Svetlana Sergeevna.

I gave him the keys to open the door. We entered and Dima locked the door.

— Why?

— So we're not disturbed. Svetlana Sergeevna, I thought it would be beautiful if, when the Christmas tree lights up, Father Frost and the Snow Maiden danced around the tree.

— Why not? I think it's a good idea.

I went into the room. Undressed. Changed my panties, bra. Put on the stockings and boots. Took the hat. Suddenly the door opened and Dima came in. I froze, half-naked.

— Svetlana Sergeevna. Oops!…Sorry, -and he also froze, looking at me.

I snapped out of my stupor, grabbed the coat and covered myself.

— Get out. Weren't you taught to knock?-I got angry.

Dima went out. I put on the hat and coat and also went to the stage. The rehearsal went normally until the moment the Christmas tree lit up. Dima turned on the music. Came up to me and took my palm in his. With his other hand, he embraced my waist. I put my hand on his shoulder. We started spinning in a dance resembling a waltz. Dima, holding my hand, moved back and spun me around. My coat flew up to my waist, completely exposing my legs and panties. Dima, looking at me, kept spinning. He pressed me to himself again and as if accidentally put his hand not on my waist but on my ass. I lifted his hand with mine, but it slid down again. Finally, the dance ended. Dima was in no hurry to let me go. And suddenly, embracing me with one arm around my back and the other on my ass, he pulled me to him and kissed me passionately on the lips. I pushed my hands against his chest, but I didn't have the strength to push him away. I tried to turn my face away, but he moved his hand to the back of my head, not letting me twist free. And then I felt his hand, lying on my ass, lift the coat and slip under my panties. I broke away from his lips.

— Ah!…No… Dima,,, Don't, -I moaned breathlessly as he approached my hole.

— Yes, we do. You want this yourself. Relax.

And he started kissing me again. How well he kisses. My mind was blown. I noticed that he was no longer holding my head, and I was embracing his neck. His hands were in my panties. One was caressing my ass, and the other, in front, my pussy. And then he inserted one finger into me and started moving it there. Mmmmmmmah. Fuck. I squatted a little and spread my knees.

— You're ready. Turn around.

I don't know what came over me, but I turned around and bent over. Dima lifted the coat and pulled my panties down to my knees. He stroked my ass, spread my legs even wider. With both hands, he spread my ass cheeks, then my lips with his fingers. I stood there like that, doggy-style, in front of this student. And when he had played enough, he started slowly pushing his cock in.

— Oh! Yes…-he entered without rushing.-Ah!, -a little more, — come on…-and then he was all inside me.

How well I felt him. And Dima didn't make me wait. He started fucking quickly, grabbing my hips. I braced my hands on my knees. He fucked me broadly, like his property, reaching my deepest parts. The coat came undone and my breasts fell out of the bra. They swayed with every thrust.

— Ah..Yes-yes…Oooouummm… Dima, just don't stain the New Year's outfit, -fuck, a student is fucking me, and I'm thinking about the outfit.

— Turn around. Squat.

I squatted down, spreading my knees wide. Dima started jerking his cock. And it's beautiful, straight, the head is shiny. I lowered one hand between my legs, and with the other started stroking his balls. Dima moaned and started cumming in my mouth. There was a lot of cum and it splattered all over my face. Shaking the last drops into my mouth, I started to cum. My knees trembled. Dima squatted down and hugged me, supporting my back and ass. Coming down from the orgasm, we stood up. I was ashamed to look at him. Dima started kneading my breasts.

— Oh, Svetlana Sergeevna, that was fucking amazing.

He stepped back and started examining me. I watched as his cock shrank.

— How I dreamed of bending you over like that and fucking you. I can't believe it. Sveta, and you're even more beautiful naked, your tits are awesome and your pussy is trimmed. But especially your face, just wow.-And he laughed.

— Are we on a first-name basis now?Student.

— Why not? Teacher.- And we both laughed)))

I went into the room. Took tissues, wiped my face and thighs. I took off the Snow Maiden outfit. Dima came in. I instinctively covered myself. Dima came over and moved my hands away.

— Don't be shy with me. You need to get used to it, Sveta. Maybe one more time?

I glanced down, his cock was starting to rise.

— Enough. You're already getting insolent.

I got dressed in my regular clothes, folded the costume. Turned around. Dima had also taken off his coat and beard and was standing there, jerking his cock.

— Sveta, at least suck it. I can't stand it when you're near.

I squatted down and, kissing the head, started sucking, massaging his balls. Dima moved the hair from my forehead and looked down at me. He came in my mouth. He held his cock there. I licked it and swallowed the cum. I stood up.

— Well, that's it, let's go, fuckboy-macho. Can you believe it, assaulted a teacher.-We laughed again and left the hall.

Coming home, I couldn't sit still. I felt joyful and good. It had been a long time since I'd been fucked like that, maybe never. From time to time, I ran my fingers over my pussy, remembering Dima's cock. Whatever