An Angel's Stockings

Please note that this is a work of pure fiction. In view of the fact Audrey Hepburn remains to be one of our most respected icons, I want it to be known that I wrote this in such a manner to be respectful of her and her memory. This is not intended to be disrespectful in any way. Again, this is pure fiction, this never happened.

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Things never seem to work out the way you expect them to. Expect the unexpected, as they say. But nothing ever happens without a reason, and that has never been proven to me more blatantly than the night of Christmas Eve, 1963.

I was in some airport in Chicago waiting to board another flight to New York. I had been traveling all morning, trying my best to make it home in time for Christmas. But as luck would have it, we were snowed in and if nothing changed, I would be spending Christmas morning at the airport.

Obviously, I wasn’t the only one. There was another flight from New York that was also delayed and the people on that flight were in the same situation. Devastated, I limply fell into one of the seats in the waiting area and tried to keep myself from crying. I overheard the conversations on the telephone behind me, all telling the same story. But there was one voice I heard, the voice of a distraught woman trying to explain to her son the same story that everyone else told – mommy wouldn’t be home in time for Christmas, but that she’ll be home as soon as she can. For some reason her voice rose above the rest of them, a rich, smooth, alto voice that was just inundated with disappointment. I felt so bad for her, I was tempted to jump up and give her a hug just to comfort her. She hung up the phone, and I listened closely as I heard her heels click on the tile floor. She was walking towards where I was sitting, presumably to sit in one of the few seats available in the waiting area. As luck would have it, she sat in the empty seat next to mine.

I heard her trying to contain a whimper, and my heart just broke for her. Instinctively, I put my hand on her shoulder and did my best to comfort her. “Don’t be upset. It will all work out.”

She turned her head and looked at me with tear-filled eyes and tried to give me a smile. I was just about floored. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life. It was Audrey Hepburn. I had seen every one of her movies, and I always tried to harbor my ‘unnatural’ feelings for her. When my boyfriend and I went to see Breakfast at Tiffany’s, it took all of my will power to keep my mouth shut and my eyes above her neck. I remember going home that night and masturbating to the thought of her body next to mine, pulling her close to me as an orgasm ripped through her tiny body. She had been on my mind ever since, and now she was sitting two inches from me.

“Oh, thank you my dear,” she replied. “I hope it does work out. I hate to be away from my son to begin with, and now on Christmas…”

“How old is your son?” I asked, already knowing the answer. She had her son right before she didTiffany’s.

“He’ll be four in January.”

“Aww. What’s his name?” I inquired, again already knowing the answer. I figured it would be best to just play dumb.

“Sean. He’s the greatest thing in my life, and I miss him so much. I was supposed to be on yesterday’s flight but I had to work. What kind of a mother am I to not be with him on Christmas?”

“A wonderful mother that happens to be in a pretty bad situation that you couldn’t help,” I said. “Don’t beat yourself up about it. I’m Stephanie. What’s your name?”

She looked at me with those big beautiful eyes sort of relieved, as if she were glad that I didn’t know who she was. Of course I knew, but I didn’t want her to think that the only reason I wanted to comfort her was because of who she was. But of course now knowing that she was Audrey Hepburn, it sure didn’t hurt anything.

“I’m Audrey. Pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise, I’m sure.”

We started to talk more about her son and before we knew it two hours had passed in a wonderful conversation. Evening was breaking and the airport was quickly clearing.

“Where are you planning to stay tonight?” Audrey asked.

“Oh, probably right here,” I answered.

“Here? In the airport? Now darling…”

“Oh it’s not a big deal. I’ve stayed the night in the airport before.”

“Why won’t you go to a hotel, like everyone else?”

“I don’t have any extra money. It’s okay, really.”

“No its not,” and with that she grabbed my arm and told me to bring my bags. Ignoring my protests, she drug me to a taxi and pulled me inside with her. “Don’t you worry about anything. I’ll make sure that you get a good place to sleep.”

Soon we pulled up to a very high class hotel and lumbered into the lobby. I had never been in a place like this and I was stupefied. Audrey walked up to the receptionist and requested two singles.

“I’m sorry Miss Hepburn, there are no singles available. We are essentially booked tonight, there is a big Christmas party upstairs and the rooms are reserved.”

“Then what about one double, my dear?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, darling, is there anything available?”

The receptionist smirked and his face turned red. “Yes, there is one room.”

“Okay then…” Audrey replied.

“It’s the honeymoon suite.”

Audrey burst out with a cute little giggle and gently elbowed me. She put her hand around my waist and winked at me. “What do you say?” she said in a very seductive tone.

“Mmm just what I had in mind.” I said, stupidly. My brain was frozen, and that’s the best I could come up with.

“Okay then darling, we’ll take it!”

We giggled the entire way up to the room, and laughed even harder when an older couple gave us a questioning look was we stumbled into the honeymoon suite.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when we stepped in. I had never been in a honeymoon suite, let alone a honeymoon suite in a classy place like this. It was beautifully decorated in true Christmas fashion, complete with a lighted tree. I was almost afraid to touch anything.

“I’m hungry. What do we want to eat?” Audrey asked.

“Oh, I don’t care. You order for me.”

“Let’s pig out. It’s Christmas Eve, we should be celebrating. While I’m on the phone, I better call the airport and give them the number in case anything changes. Oh, look, darling! A radio! Go in there and find some Christmas music while I order.”

I did as I was told and found a suitable station. She ran into the room in her stocking feet and started to sing along with the songs, all the while unpacking her few belongings. She was dancing a bit to the songs, and I just couldn’t help but look at her beautiful form. She had on a long black skirt with a black sweater and a white shirt underneath. She didn’t have a lot of make up on, and her long, chestnut hair was pulled up in a bun, but there was a strand that had come undone, hugging the side of her face. Occasionally it got into her beautiful almond shaped eyes, causing her to bring her small hand up to her face and brush it aside. She was so irresistible. The way she moved her hips when she walked just about drove me crazy.

“I want to thank you, Stephanie,” she said, removing her black sweater. The white shirt underneath was very thin, and I could easily make out her bra, and if I looked close enough, I could easily see the shape of her small breasts.

“For what?” I replied.

“For acting like you didn’t know who I was.”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw it in your eyes when I first looked at you that you knew exactly who I was. But you didn’t let that get in the way. You treated me like a normal person, like a human being. I don’t get that very often. Thank you for having that respect for me.”

“Oh,” I said blushing. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s everything,” she said, pulling me close to her. “I love this song, it’s the Christmas Waltz. Do you know how to waltz?”

“No,” I said, completely shaken up by the fact that she was so close to me.

“Well then I’ll teach you. Here, I’ll be the boy. Take my hand like this,” she said, putting her hand on my waist. “Now, just follow my lead.”

I followed her instructions and we were waltzing in no time. When the song was over, she spun me around and we both started to giggle again. “Oh, that tree is so beautiful. Let’s turn off the lights so we can see it glow,” she said. Without waiting for my response, she turned off all the lights and looked up in amazement at the tree.

“Pretty, isn’t it, Audrey?”

“Divine.” Her big eyes looked up at it in awe, like a small child. “Our tree at home is just as beautiful. I wish I were there.” She looked bewitchingly beautiful in the light given off from the tree, and I couldn’t help but to step closer to her and put my arms around her waist and try to console her.

Before I could say anything to her, she whispered, “Listen. Do you hear the song?”

I was so into her that I had to admit to myself that at that moment I knew nothing else in the world but her. “What song is it?”

“I’ll Be Home for Christmas. Come,” she said, pulling me quite close to her and we began to slow dance. Her small hand grabbed mine and held it above her breast. Her other hand was on my waist, pulling me closer. Her chin rested on my shoulder, and I could feel her warm breath on my neck. Our bodies swayed like this for a long time, our hands clasped together and our hearts beating a mile a minute. Suddenly I felt her move her head, waking me from my dream-like state. I felt her turn her head towards me and then her supple lips came in contact with my neck. Slowly, she moved up my neck with her soft kisses until she reached my face, kissing my jaw all the way to my chin where she stopped.

I pulled back a little from her so I could see her. I gently caressed her face with my fingertips in a cautious manner, not quite sure yet if she would be open to this. She nuzzled my fingers, and with that gesture I opened up my hand and cupped her cheek, holding the whole left side of her face.

“Look up,” she whispered.

I looked above me and we had danced our way into the doorway, directly underneath a piece of mistletoe. I smiled at her as I caressed her soft face once more. Our foreheads pressed together as we slowly moved our faces closer to one another, closing our eyes as we did so. She moved her head up slightly and gently pressed her lips to mine. She opened up her mouth and took in my lower lip, not fully letting it go before she enclosed both her lips around mine.

It seemed to last forever, soft and gentle with no tongue, just lips merging together in this incredible kiss. But it was all too short – we both jumped about a mile when we heard the knock at the door.

“It must be the room service,” Audrey quietly said.

“You might want to turn on the lights,” I said.

“Oh! Good idea!” she laughed, and ran off to the door.

I tried to follow her, but I couldn’t move. My lips were numb and my knees were locked. I couldn’t bring myself to believe what just happened. I just stood there in awe, never once taking my eyes off her. She rolled the cart with our dinner over to the couch and started to inspect the contents under the silver lids.

“Want some eggnog?”

“Yeah, sure.” I forced myself to move, and I joined her at the couch and sat next to her. She handed me the glass of wine she poured for me and sat down. She tried her best to make small talk, her voice soft and quiet, searching for a way to break the deafening silence lingering between us.

“Mmmm they brought strawberries. I love strawberries.” She pulled one out of the bowl and started to suck on it. She did this unconsciously, for when she caught my stare, she immediately bit into it and quickly ate it. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She avoided looking at me and continued to try and to find a way out of the silence. Finally, she turned her head and looked me in the eye.

“I’m sorry. For what I did over there.”

“Why on earth are you sorry?” I replied, stunned.

“It was uncalled for. I just…since I had my son, my husband and I...well we just don’t…we’re not as close as we were. I mean, I miss the affection. I miss being kissed, I miss him holding my hand, I miss him holding me. And over there…it being Christmas, I guess I just needed…something. But I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, not at all. I understand you completely. Come here.” With that, I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me. She got the idea and curled up next to me and made herself comfortable in my arms. I took her left hand into mine, and rested my head on top of hers. I sat there and stroked her hair, then grabbed her hand and observed how beautiful it was. It was small and delicate, her skin so thin I could faintly see the veins. Her fingernails were short and round, and so very soft, just like the rest of her hand. I brought it up to my lips and kissed it. My lips lingered there for a while, just taking in her scent. She turned and looked up at me and faintly smiled, the tears welling in her eyes.

“Here, have another strawberry,” I said, trying my best to calm her. I grabbed a strawberry with my free hand and held it up to her supple lips. Her lips surrounded the tip and lingered there before she bit into it, causing some of the juice to spill out onto her chin. I leaned down and licked it off, still holding the strawberry to her lips. She took the rest of it into her mouth and swallowed it. She held my fingers to her lips and began to lick my fingertips very sensually, lingering over each and every finger before grazing her lips across them all. Soon I replaced my fingers with my lips, once again inviting another soft kiss from this beauty. I pulled back before she was through with the kiss, grabbing a chocolate from the tray. I held the small piece to her mouth and she didn’t hesitate to take it into her mouth. I kissed her lips, this time letting my tongue slide past them, tasting the chocolate in her mouth. She used her tongue to pass the chocolate to me, and we continued to pass the piece of chocolate to each other until it had melted, leaving us the chance to lick up the rest of the taste inside each other’s mouths. When there wasn’t a hint of chocolate left, we still continued to explore each other’s mouths with our tongues, slowly and tentatively.

She broke the kiss and wiggled out from under my arm and crawled on top of me, straddling me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me again and slipped her tongue inside my mouth, giving me the most incredible kiss I had ever experienced. She was a passionate kisser, very subtle but very eager at the same time. It was like an art. When we both came up for a breath, I stroked her cheek and looked deep into her eyes.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” I whispered.

She leaned down and licked my neck and my ear. “Please,” she replied in her alto voice, so rich and smooth. I kissed her once more before she slid off of me and followed me into the bedroom.

When I walked in the room, I saw that there was another Christmas tree similar to the one in the sitting room, except this one wasn’t lit. I turned and smiled at Audrey as I went over and turned the lights on for her, and was rewarded with seeing her big eyes once again captivated by the white lights on the tree glowing in the dark.

“You’re so beautiful, Audrey. Like an angel. A Christmas angel.”

I walked back over to her and kissed her, enjoying the feeling of her hands on my waist and her lips next to mine. I kissed her chin and made a bee line down her throat, unbuttoning her shirt as I did so. I lingered a bit on her throat and her neck before I made it down to her collarbone, kissing and licking it. When I had unbuttoned her shirt all the way, she opened it up and let it drop to the floor. I slid her bra strap to the side and kissed her shoulders before I unhooked her bra all the way, freeing her small, pear-shaped breasts. My hands ventured down her waist, letting her long black skirt slide down onto the floor, leaving her naked save for a pair of silk black panties and a pair of black stockings.

I felt her tug at the hem of my shirt, a silent request for it to be removed. I lifted my hands up and let her pull it off of me. I reached around to unhook my bra, but she was one step ahead of me and by the time I had my hands behind me, my bra was already on the floor. She took both of my breasts in her hands and leaned down and kissed them. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to the bed where I put my hand behind her head and laid her down. She looked so vulnerable and yet so inviting lying there on the bed, staring up at me with those big eyes. She reached down and started to remove a stocking before I quickly stopped her.

“No,” I jumped. “Leave those on for now.”

A big grin formed on her face and in the dim light I could see a faint blush across her cheeks. I myself was a bit embarrassed, not able to fully believe that the words actually came out of my mouth.

I slid my pants off and crawled next to her in the bed. She immediately turned on her side to face me, wrapping her arm around my waist. I slid my leg between hers and felt the erotic smoothness of the stockings against my naked skin. I kissed her mouth, then slowly laid her down flat so I could see her beautiful breasts.

I leaned down and kissed between her breasts, and then took her left one in my hand and began to softly knead it while I kissed every inch of it, deliberately ignoring the pink throbbing center. Eventually, I gave in and centered my head above her nipple and stuck my tongue out and lightly flicked it, then blew cold air on it. I continued to tease her nipple, watching it harden further, reaching for my mouth. Slowly, I lowered myself even more and enclosed her entire nipple in my mouth. I felt Audrey moan with excitement while she arched back, attempting to push her small nipple further into my mouth. When that didn’t achieve what she had hoped, she put her small hand to my head, pushing me further into her firm breast. I pulled back and looked at her glistening nipple, then suddenly took it all back into my mouth and sucked hard. My right hand ventured up to her other breast, rolling and pinching her other nipple between my thumb and index finger, preparing it for my mouth. When finally it did enter my mouth, I put the aching nipple between my teeth, running my tongue softly over the tip. I gently nibbled on it and pulled it away from her breast, prompting her to moan even louder. I felt her hips subtly grinding into me, rubbing her womanhood against my leg. Suddenly her hands abruptly stopped moving and she became very still, preparing herself for the orgasm that began to rise from deep within. My attacks on her nipples became more pronounced as I too prepared for her approaching storm. Her hand clutched tightly against my head, pushing my face further into her breasts and her small body began to jerk underneath of me whilst she whispered my name. I held my head to her breast as she slowly came back down to reality and her breathing became more consistent.

“Oh, darling,” she choked out. “I haven’t had one of those in a long time.”

I pulled myself up and looked at her, trying to convince myself that I truly had brought Audrey Hepburn to orgasm. Her face was shiny with sweat, as was her chest. I lowered myself down next to her, trying to make sense of what just happened.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m okay, Stephanie,” she replied. With that, she leaned over and kissed me softly. “How about you?”.

“I’m just fine,” I replied, leaning in for another kiss. “Here, sit up.” With shaky arms, Audrey sat up, her big eyes looking at me, wondering what was going to happen next.

She sat up on her knees and I got behind of her and ran my hands up and down her slender arms. My hands rested on her shoulders, and I started to massage her taunt muscles, encouraging her body to loosen up. I leaned down and began to give her open-mouthed kisses on the back of her neck, slowly moving towards her ear. I took her earlobe in my mouth and sucked gently, then moved up and licked and blew in her ear. I moved back down with kisses until I reached a sensitive spot in her neck above her shoulder. My hands moved away from her shoulders and slid up and down her body. I started to lick and gently bite her neck, and before long I started to suck on her neck, rewarded with a long groan from her. I could tell that this was definitely turning her on, so with one hand gently grazing a nipple and another hand on her stomach, I began my decent downward from her flat stomach to her silky panties. I placed my hand on her mound, feeling her wetness seeping through the smooth material. Still sucking and biting her neck, my hand traveled back up to the top of her panties and ventured underneath the fabric. I was welcomed by the discovery of a mass of wiry hair, soaked by the thick juices flowing from her vagina. Barely touching her, my finger gently rubbed her clitoris, engorged with blood and greatly protruding from underneath its covering. At my gentle touch, Audrey bucked her hips forward, still sensitive from her recent orgasm.