“The Countdown” A Sexy Short Story For New Years

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First off, Happy New Year, everybody! I hope everyone had a great holiday. The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help usher in the new year with a bang, among other things. Enjoy!

“It’s almost time, Violet,” said Evan Jose intently. “Are you ready?”

“Almost,” replied Violet, his equally excited wife. “How much longer do we have?”

“Fifteen minutes,” he told her. “Hurry up! I’m ready to end this year with a bang.”

“You and me both, my darling.”

Evan was already breathless, feeling an energy and excitement he didn’t usually feel so close to midnight. Both he and his wife weren’t big on late night activities. They hadn’t been since college. Getting older, getting married, and building successful careers made it challenging to enjoy the kinds of midnight antics that once defined their reckless youth.

However, for one special night, they made an exception. On New Years Eve, just before the clock struck midnight, he and Violet went out of their way to preserve a special tradition that began shortly after they started dating. It had a simple premise, but carried a great deal of meaning for their relationship and their love.

“I found it!” Violet said as she rushed into the living room, carrying a mid-sized box in her arms. “It was stuck between that oversized TV box I told you to throw away…twice, if I recall.”

“Shit, I knew I forgot something this morning,” Evan grumbled. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“I know you will. Now, help me with this. The clock is ticking!”

She was right and Evan didn’t need further motivation. Moving quickly, he opened the box with her and pulled out the same air mattress they had used at the same time last year. Having already moved the coffee table to the side, Evan spread it out over the living room floor while Violet activated the pump.

Their eyes constantly drifted towards the TV and the clock. They had coverage of the annual New Years celebration in New York City, complete with the traditional ball drop to usher in the new year. For most people, it was a formality and a mindless media spectacle. For him and Violet, though, it represented so much more.

With every passing second, their anticipation heightened. After laying the mattress out, Violet attached the air pump so that the bed could inflate. The stage was officially set. That left only a few minor details.

“We’re officially back on schedule,” Violet said.

“Looks like it,” said Evan as he watched the bed inflate. “You know what that means, right?”

“Yep! Time to ditch these itchy clothes.”

Violet couldn’t shed her shirt and pants fast enough, stripping down to her bra and panties with an eagerness that rivaled their honeymoon. Seeing his beautiful wife strip down, revealing that she wore the same sexy lace underwear he’d bought her for Christmas, was enough to a special passion in any man. He quickly did the same, stripping down to his boxers and tossing his clothes across the room.

Now in their underwear, the light of the TV and their Christmas tree illuminating their living room, Evan approached his wife with the same bravado he’d shown the night he proposed. Coincidentally, that night had also been New Years Eve and was a major part of why they valued their tradition.

“We did it, Violet. We made it through another year,” Evan said as he embraced her in his loving arms.

“We did,” she said in that extra-seductive tone of hers. “This one was tough. Work got hectic. My dad still refuses to retire. Your sister got divorced.”

“And all that happened before summer. Don’t forget our Labor Day trip that went horribly wrong.”

“You mean the one that involved you breaking three ribs because you thought you could ski better than your cousin?”

“Don’t remind me,” he muttered. “That was just a really nasty bruise. Then, there’s me having to work overtime on Thanksgiving. There’s my uncle hitting us up for money. There’s that promotion I didn’t get.”

“There were plenty of setbacks. That’s for sure,” she conceded.

“But there were a lot of good days in between,” Evan pointed out, cupping her chin and holding her closer. “No matter how rough things got or how many things went wrong, you and I got through it. Coming home to you, being with you, and sharing those burdens…it made this year feel like a success.”

“While the extent of that success is debatable,” Violet said as she playfully pawed his chest, “the results speak for themselves. We’re still here. You’re still my husband and I’m still you’re wife. And I’m ready to cap off this year the same way we capped off the last one!”

Evan grinned, his embrace growing bolder as he trailed his hands down her half-naked form, feeling up her womanly curves. The mention of their previous New Years celebration brought back fond and vivid memories.

It had been in the same room under the same scenario, complete with an inflated air mattress and the TV blaring coverage of the New Years festivities in New York. That moment was the most recent of a long string of New Years Eve moments that he and Violet had forged together. It started as a playful game back when they had started dating, making love in the final minutes of the year. Then, they did it again the next year and the year after that.

Whether by fate or effort, it helped deepen their love. Now, they were prepared to carry that love into another year and, as the final countdown commenced, their desires escalated to a familiar intensity. After checking the clock on the TV, their favorite New Years celebration could begin.

“I love you so much, Evan,” said Violet, her gaze radiating with passion.

“I love you too, Violet,” said Evan intently.

“Well, you’ve got ten minutes left of this year to prove it!”

“Ten minutes, huh? That should be enough!”

The countdown had officially begun. Their favorite holiday tradition could finally commence. Evan didn’t let a second go to waste.

With a potent blend of urgency and passion, he kissed his wife on the lips. It wasn’t a soft, gentle kiss. It was hard and direct, reflecting the intense desire he had for her…a desire that he had only ten minutes to express. Having prided himself on being an efficient lover, Evan quickly escalated his affections.

As their lips meshed, he felt up her womanly curves, tracing a path up her thighs until he reached her heart-shaped butt. Violet returned the favor, twirling his tongue with his and pawing his exposed upper body with more intent. Shortly after grabbing hold of her butt, she slipped a hand over his boxers, which already had a significant bulge. Despite the growing urgency, their desires were perfectly aligned.

“The bed,” Evan gasped in between the kissing.

Violet responded with a soft purr, followed by more aggressive foreplay. She gave the bulge in his boxers a hard squeeze while deepening their embracing, making it so her breasts pressed right up against his chest. That sent a clear signal to Evan and he responded in kind.

Showing off the kind of masculine strength that often drove her wild, he picked her up in his arms. On instinct, she hitched her legs around his waist and grabbed onto his neck. Now supporting her entire weight, Evan laid her down on the air mattress that had since finished inflating. With a quick peak at the TV, he saw that time was still ticking away. That prompted more urgent foreplay.

“The underwear…so itchy,” Violet said, her every word laced with seduction.

“That’s an easy fix,” Evan replied in his manliest tone.

Working quickly, he unclasped his wife’s lace bra and slipped it off with ease, exposing those beautiful, voluptuous breasts of hers. His first instinct was to take them in his hands and bury his face in them, but time was a factor. He had to be efficient with his passions.

He still shoved his face between them, evoking a playful laugh from Violet as he slipped his hands down to her waist and grasped the sides of her panties. Like a man on a mission, he slid them down her thighs and she eagerly lifted her hips to get them off. She showed just as much intensity, reaching for his boxers and trying to pull them off. She would’ve torn them off had he not slipped out of them shortly after tossing her panties aside.

“Mmm…that’s better!” she said, her gaze narrowing on his semi-erect manhood.

“Still room for improvement,” Evan pointed out.

“Yes. There is!”

More intense kissing and heated foreplay continued. Naked skin meshed with naked skin. Violet’s bare breasts pressed up against his chest. His growing manhood rubbed up against her thigh. Her hand – the same one that had been fondling his arousal through his boxers, no less – quickly found its way to his manly flesh.

The feeling of her loving touch didn’t just accelerate the flow of blood in all the right directions. It added even more incentive to cap the year off in a way that was both memorable and blissful.

“Ooh! Feels like you’re ready, my love,” Violet purred.

“The clock is ticking,” Evan told her. “You ready too?”

“Are you kidding? Let’s start the fireworks!”

Traditionally, people waited until after midnight to start the fireworks. He and Violet had their own special tradition and theirs was a lot more fun. Another quick check of the TV showed that they were right on schedule. In the spirit of their sexy tradition, Evan lit the proverbial fuse and positioned himself over his wife.

She eagerly parted her legs and welcomed him into another deep embrace. Holding onto her hips for leverage, he guided his rigid flesh to her waiting womanhood. She was every bit as aroused as him, her outer folds so wet with juices. With the same urgency and desire that had ignited their special tradition, Evan entered her with a single thrust, their flesh uniting in the final moments of the year.

“Ohhh yes!” Violet gasped. “Evan…I feel you inside me.”

“Oh Violet…so beautiful,” Evan moaned.

In a burst of focused, yet festive passion, he began making love to his wife. He put in extra effort, working his body against hers in a steady procession of movements. Manly sinews meshed with feminine curves. Naked skin grinding against naked skin as his rigid manhood slithered within her hot womanly depths.

Grunts and groans soon filled the room, drowning out the countdown to the new year. Every ounce of energy and attention was focused that singular act, turning the love they felt into a tangible feeling.

“Evan! Ooh Evan!” she panted.

It was music to his ears, by far his favorite holiday tune. Evan evoked more of it, kissing down her neck and caressing her womanly curves as he rocked her body with his movements. She did plenty to share in the effort, raking her fingers over his shoulders and digging the balls of her feet into his lower back, supplementing his every movement.

Together, they rocked the flimsy air mattress and the world around them. Pants and gasps mixed with joyous laughter as their lovemaking became more playful. They rolled around together, making love in different positions at different angles. She got on top at one point and rode him like a sex goddess. At another, he pinned her on her side and tickled her toes as he thrust into her at an angle.

He and Violet always enjoyed mixing things up, especially on nights when they had passion to spare. On New Years Eve, they always made sure to have a little extra and made sure to channel it in just the right ways. As the waning minutes of the holiday ticked by, their ability to express their love faced one last test for the year.

“Violet…I’m close,” Evan gasped, steading his movements for that final push.

“Me too, Evan,” Violet panted. “We’re…going to cut it close!”

“I’m game…if you are.”

“You know I am, babe!”

A quick glance at the TV confirmed what they already sensed. They were down to their final minute of the year. The big flashy ball in New York City was starting to drop, counting down the remaining seconds of the year.

In anticipation of that moment, he and Evan shifted their bodies in order to watch, as per the tradition. Violet got on her hands and knees. Evan positioned himself behind her, grabbing hold of her waist before thrusting his member back inside her and resuming their sex. Once again, he channeled his love and energy into the loving act. He also used what he knew about his lover’s sexual proclivities to ensure they shared in the fruits of their efforts.

As their naked bodies rocked, he slipped one hand between her legs and fondled the most sensitive areas of her womanly flesh. He knew just how to touch her and how to bring her to the brink. It was a testament to his dedication, as well as their love of getting intimate.

“Oohhh yes! Just like that, Evan!” she gasped. “Just…like that!”

Violet reacted with equal dedication, bucking her hips and moving with him in perfect harmony. She was ready to embrace the coming ecstasy and so was he. However, to complete their favorite tradition, they had to make sure it was the first thing they felt in the new year. As the ball on the TV screen descended and the clock ticked, they counted down those final moments with so many other.

“5…4…3…2…1…Happy New Year!”

In that special moment of transition from one year to the next, he and Violet achieved orgasm. It was as close to simultaneous as two dedicated lovers could get. Together, they let out a cry of delight that ushered in the new year in the best possible way. His member throbbed and her inner muscles contracted in release of shared ecstasy. Waves of pleasure rippled between them, their love manifesting in a real feeling that they conjured at just the right moment.

It was uniquely satisfying, their mutual climax being the first feeling they experienced in the new year. As the fireworks and confetti dropped in New York City, he and Violet just soaked in the feeling. With their flesh still entwined, Violet rose up so he could embrace her once more. Even through labored breaths, they shared a loving kiss to complete the tradition and celebrate their love for another year.

“Happy New Year, my darling,” Evan said to her.

“Happy New Year, my love,” Violet said. “I can’t wait to make this year better.”

“Me too,” he said with a smile. “Once again, we started it off with a bang!”

“It’s the best way to start and end any holiday.”

“Amen to that!”

2 Comments

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2 responses to ““The Countdown” A Sexy Short Story For New Years

  1. Spiceran

    Great, sexy story. When I get married, my wife and I are going to do this every new year.

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